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At first we were like most couples. We both worked and shared the housework in our modest downtown condominium. My wife, Andrea is a very neat person, keeping herself well dressed and tidy at all times. She is tall with shoulder length red hair that is usually in an up-do style with curls and pinned up in the back. She has long lean legs, a well- proportioned body, and a lovely face. Because she works in a prestigious financial office she wears tailored outfits with matching accessories and shoes. Being well organized and tidy she is also a fanatic for a clean house. She kept the condo spotless, which usually required a full day on Saturday of cleaning, dusting, polishing, vacuuming, and scrubbing. She also hated clutter so during the week she made a habit of picking up dirty clothes, putting things away, and generally keeping the house neat and tidy. I was responsible for cooking all the meals and grocery shopping. Laundry was sometimes a shared chore, but realistically it fell to Andrea more often than me. For unlike her, I was not a neat freak. I was more likely to put clothes in a pile on the floor and return stuff I used to the general vicinity where it was kept rather than replacing it in the exact location. When I was a bachelor I lived like that, making only 1 or 2 cleanups a month rather than daily the way Andrea preferred. Similarly I was not much for fancy clothes or personal attire. I did keep my face shaved daily, but tended to let my blonde hair get a little shaggy between haircuts. I kept myself trim which wasn't too hard as I had a slight frame anyway. I had been a hard charger when we first got married, but now things were in a rut. I drifted along at work, and lacked the drive that Andrea showed. I often wondered how I got so lucky as to marry Andrea given our differences. For the first five years or so of our marriage this disproportional sharing of housework did not cause any big problems. However, that all changed when Andrea got her big promotion at work. Andrea was all excited about her promotion. It meant lots of responsibilities and opportunities at work as well as a very hefty pay raise, which made her salary almost twice as much as mine. However, along with the increase in pay came an increase in time she was required to be at the office or on travel. Since we didn't have kids, the problem with her added time at work was just the reduction in her free time. At first, she tried to keep the house as she preferred it, neat and spotless. But with less free time, this soon became all she could do. She spent less time with me, less time exercising, and less time shopping. Neither one of us wanted to spend less time together, nor let herself slip into an unhealthy lifestyle. We talked about hiring a maid service, but Andrea didn't like the idea of strangers in our home. Frankly, I wasn't so keen on the idea either. So the only way to lessen her commitments was for me to help more around the house. I volunteered to take over the laundry as the first step. Andrea showed me how to correctly wash all the different colors and fabrics, as well as iron her blouses, dresses, skirts, and my shirts. This helped but she still was exhausted just cleaning the house, since frequently she worked late on Fridays, or needed to go into the office on Saturdays. Because she wanted to keep in shape, she also still arose early and headed to the gym at least 4 days a week. That led to me doing more of the housework. Slowly without realizing it, after a few months, I was doing it all. The normal routine was she would come home around 8 PM and expected me to have dinner ready. Since, I normally got off work at 5 PM, I would spend that free time cleaning, washing, ironing or picking up the clutter. After dinner, I'd clean up and then we'd talk or watch a little television. She'd use the time while I was cleaning up to read the mail and pay any bills. If I stayed on that schedule, we would usually have most of the weekend to ourselves. Although generally a considerate spouse, Andrea did have a short fuse, and if she saw something out of place, a dirty sink, or any other undone chore, she'd be quick to point it out, usually with a cutting or sarcastic remark. The landmark event came with one of these cutting comments. I had just finished a busy week at work, working late most days to meet a deadline. I had tried to keep the house neat as well, but had slipped a little in sorting the mail, and hadn't ironed any clothes. It was Friday and I thought I could catch up this one time on the weekend. However, when Andrea chastised me for these shortcomings, I blew a fuse. "Andrea that's not fair! You aren't doing any of the house work anymore, and I'm trying the best I can. Ever since you got that promotion, you've done nothing but give me orders or criticize my efforts at keeping the house clean. Not that I mind doing the work, but you're acting far too controlling, like I'm now your maid. It's bad enough that I'm doing all the chores a wife normally does, but your riding me about it is too much. I'm not just some pantywaist husband who does whatever you say!" With that outburst, I picked up my jacket, stormed out of the house, and went to the corner bar to cool off. After a few hours I returned home, to find the bedroom door locked and Andrea unresponsive. That evening I slept on the couch. I was still mad, but figured with an apology for my rude comments we could work out the situation. We always had before on any of our other disagreements. The next day Andrea was up and out before I could set things right. I figured she had gone shopping. That was something she loved to do; it often gave her more pleasure and relaxation than any other leisure time activity. When she returned with several bags, I knew I was right. Since shopping generally improved her disposition, I decided to talk about last night and followed her into our bedroom. "Andrea, I'm sorry for my behavior last night. Even if it was true that I'm doing all the work, it was wrong for me to lash out at you like that. I know you've taken on a lot more at work, and I'm sure your comments were just an attempt to let me know about some chores, so that they would not be overlooked this weekend. I know you appreciate my doing the housework. Please forgive me and let's work this out to a sensible conclusion." Although I figured the apology was far too fawning for my actions, I knew Andrea well enough to realize that by accepting all of the blame we could get past any further anger. That way, we could focus on the problem; namely that I needed some help with the house, even a little bit of work by her could make it run much more smoothly. While I was speaking, Andrea was reserved and showed no emotion. I recognized that look on her face. She was quite skilled at putting forth an "in charge persona" that indicated that she was assessing the situation and would make the proper response. "Michael, I'm glad to see that you accept responsibility for you improper behavior last night. It was wrong of you to rebuke my comments. I will not lower my standards for how our home will be maintained. It reflects on both of us. In fact, I've tried to go easy on you the past few months as you learned how to do chores properly. But you don't seem capable of meeting my standards without oversight from me. I realize that and accept the fact that I will have to check your work. I also see that you don't seem to be committed to the household chores. You do them haphazardly and not on a regular schedule. That is part of the reason you're always scrambling about, and can't get things done on time. You seem to think it is acceptable to do a little here and a little there. More times than not, you do the chores while watching television. Your failure to concentrate on the tasks was baffling to me. In fact until your outburst last night, I really didn't know what to do to improve your performance. Your statements made it clear to me. It is obvious that you see housework as woman's work. Because you're a man, you should not be expected to care or know how to do these chores. I think your use of words like: ..your maid, ....doing all the chores a wife normally does, and ...pantywaist husband, reflect this belief. However, those words also gave me the key to training you to do the work properly." At this point, Andrea laid her shopping bags out on the bed and began to remove her purchases from them. There were several sets of matching lingerie, some shoes, a white blouse and a similar one in blue and two black skirts. I could see that she had decided that some new clothes would help her relieve her stress and anger at me. But I was anxious to resolve the household chores issue. I was not really agreeable to watching her model her new outfits, an activity I normally enjoyed. Before I could raise the issue again, Andrea turned toward me and resumed our conversation. "Michael, I realized when you're doing the household chores, you need a constant reminder of your tasks. A visible indicator that cleaning, or ironing, or moping the floor is your sole purpose at that time. So, I've selected this attire as your reminder. If you are wearing woman's clothes, then you can't lose sight of your duties. It will be a constant signal that housework is your only activity at that time. You will change into your house wear when you come home from work, and begin your chores. Since you currently seem incapable of organizing this work, I'll set up a standard work schedule for the week and give you a little check list of things to go over each day. If there are special items, I'll either leave you a note or call you when you arrive home. At least until you show me you can handle everything, you'll remain dressed until after I arrive home. I can then verify that you've done your chores and you can change out of your uniform after we have eaten dinner. As far as this week's chores, I've already made a list of what you've failed to do. You can change into your new clothes and do them today. I'll be playing squash with Nicky at the Club and that should give you enough time to finish. It will be a good trial run for our new system." To say I was totally blindsided by her proposal was a huge understatement. I looked at her incredulously and responded as best I could. "I can't believe you're serious about this. You expect me to wear woman's clothes? I'm a man. You've got bras, stockings, and heels. Even if I were dumb enough to agree, it would make the work twice as hard, since I would be stumbling around in them. You don't wear your heels when you do housework. Plus it would totally embarrassing. If you want to give me a list of chores, or set up a schedule that's acceptable, but no way will I wear girl's clothes." I folded my arms, set my jaw and stared at her. Andrea stared right back, and then stood up. "Michael, I don't care if you're embarrassed or not. Wearing these clothes is the only way I can see to get you to focus. As far as the heels, that was intentional. If you're being careful walking around in them, you'll not be rushing through the chores. You'll also have more incentive to do it right the first time. You're to put on a matching set of bra, panty, and girdle, hook up the stockings, and slip into the blouse and skirt. You can either wear the pumps or the high-heel sandals, your choice. I'm going to get my work-out gear and head to the Club. I expect you to have your housework done and be properly attired when I return. If you want to refuse me, go ahead and try. But know that you'll sleep on that couch and you can forget any thoughts of sex until you see it my way." With that final salvo, Andrea picked up her gear bag and stormed out the door. I was stunned and just stood there in shock. As I heard her car start up, I knew she was serious. We had a huge fight early in our marriage, and it was two weeks before she would consider sex with me. This time she seemed even more determined and if there was one thing I had learned in our marriage, it was that if Andrea made her mind up, it would be impossible to change it. I looked down at the clothes. I still couldn't believe it. Why did she think this would work? Finally, I just bit the bullet and I began to get dressed. As I expected, everything fit. Andrea liked to shop and knew all my sizes, so she apparently had no trouble finding women's sizes that were appropriate for me. She also had taken care of little details like including a couple of silicone breast pads that would fill out my bra. I had watched her dressed enough times to generally know how to put on the bra, stockings and other clothes. Standing up in the pumps, I took a few steps. This was going to be difficult. The heels pitched you forward and threw off your balance. Combined with the tight skirt and girdle, I was forced to take small steps. Walking to the kitchen, I thought about the chores on the list. There would be no way I would get these done, dressed as I was. It normally took me almost a day to do these and if I was mincing around, it would take twice as long. Andrea wouldn't be gone more than a few hours. So I consoled myself with the knowledge that when she returned and most of the chores weren't done, I could show her that her approach wasn't realistic. Then I could promise to do better, and this embarrassing episode would be over. She would likely be happy that I tried it, was willing to take my medicine, and we could work it out as always. With this strategy, I began my housework. She was right about the shoes, I made sure that the vacuuming was done completely before leaving a room and I took all the time necessary to clean the mirrors and sinks. I didn't want to walk any more than necessary - standing was bad enough. The clothes also made me focus on the task at hand. I had no interest in daydreaming or watching TV. I wanted to get done and get out of these clothes. But I made a point to do the very best job I could on each chore. That way, it would ensure that I wouldn't finish before she got home. For that reason, I was shocked when I looked at the list again, and realized there was only one chore left. I needed to iron five of her blouses and two skirts. Even that didn't take as long as I had hoped, and as I finished, I looked desperately at the clock. Maybe, Andrea had stayed to take an aerobics class or was chatting with Nicky at the juice bar. But it was only about 2 ? hours since I started, which meant she should be home shortly. This couldn't be right. Everything was done, and done to a much higher standard than I normally achieved. With this horrible thought in my head, I heard Andrea's car pull in to the garage. What had happened? Andrea entered and came into the laundry room to put her workout clothes in the hamper. When she saw me in the skirt and heels, she just broke out in a big grin. Handing me her gym bag, she took the list off the counter and turned to exit the room. "Michael, just rinse out my things in the bag and hang them up to dry. I'll check your work. By the way, you look nice in that outfit. The heels give your legs a pretty curve." I did as instructed and she soon returned, again smiling widely. "See I told you this would help. You did every chore on the list and they were done very well. You only have one or two things to correct. I wrote them down, so you'd do better next time. If you make the same kind improvement each time you dress, you'll have no problems getting everything right." I just took the list and went to finish the little details she had noticed. Nothing major, just little touches she liked to have done. When I was done, I joined her in the bedroom. She told me to do a spin and she complimented me on my appearance. "I thought you might some trouble with the stockings or bra, but you got everything on right and adjusted." "Well, I had watched you dress and undress enough to know how to do it. So I gave it my best shot." "Good girl," Andrea said with a smile, "you're already acting more like a housewife. Just be sure to ask questions if you need help with anything. In other words, don't act like a man," she said with a laugh. "Very funny, can I change now, the work is done?" "Sure, go ahead and get cleaned up. We need to go pick you up a few more things and then we can eat out. Start the bath water, add some bath salts, and I'll be right in to help." "I think I'll just take a shower. I don't care for baths, and it's much quicker," I replied with a little bit of annoyance. I knew Andrea loved baths and was sure she saw it as a better way to get clean. "No, no. It will be easier for you in the bath. After seeing you in the skirt and hose, it is obvious that you'll need to do a little shaving. I'll give you a couple of my disposal shavers, and you can do your legs, and I guess go ahead and do your chest and underarms. That way you'll look much better. Once you get smooth, a bath once every couple days should allow you to keep the stubble down. Other than that, you can take showers as you always have. Does that sound ok, sweetie?" "No; that doesn't sound okay! No way, will I shave! That is just ridiculous." "Well, in that case you should have never put on those clothes. I expected you to be willing to learn, to listen to me, and take seriously my guidance. You just saw how much better the cleaning went with my instructions. If you're going to doubt my every word, then I'll just forget it and you can get comfortable on the couch." With those words, Andrea stormed out of the bedroom. I was all confused now. I know I didn't want to make myself appear more feminine, but I also thought we had settled the issue. Again, I was faced with her stubbornness. Sighing, I knew I was beat, and went to the bath and started the water. I assumed once she heard the tub filling up, she would return. And I was right. When she returned, she was carrying a pack of pink razors. Slipping into the tub, I began to relax immediately. I hadn't realized how nice the warm water would feel. After a few minutes, I began to shave. It took me a while to get it done, and as Andrea had asked, I called her when I stood up. "Now Michael that looks much better. Let me check to see if you missed any spots. Turn around." She found a couple of places to clean up and then grabbed my cock. That was better, I thought. But she was only interested in shaving me a little closer there than I had done. "You need to keep this bikini area trimmed as well Michael. I don't want to see any stray hairs poking out of your panties." With this, she trimmed my pubes into a small patch, like a landing strip, and shaved closely around my cock and balls. The difference in appearance was noticeable. Although I had heard that trimming down there made you look bigger, all I could see was how more tidy and feminine I looked. Satisfied, Andrea told me to finish drying. "Mike after you shave put some lotion on. Here take this one; it has a nice lavender smell that suits your new look. Go ahead and get dressed and we can go out. I want to pick up a few things." That afternoon we went to several of her favorite shops. She bought some nice outfits and we window shopped a little. I had worried at first that she might find something for me, but everything had been for her. We were just about done, when she went into an exclusive kitchen supply store. Looking around Andrea quickly found the section she wanted. On the shelves were several styles of cooking aprons. With a smile she picked up a full bib apron. It was a bit old fashioned, white with ruffles around the edges and up each strap. Getting three of these she went to check out. As the lady rang up her purchase, Andrea noticed a sign offering embroidery or monogramming. "Can these aprons be personalized?" Andrea asked. "Oh yes, the charge is just 50 cents per letter, and you have a selection of colors." Smiling Andrea leaned over, whispered to the sales lady, pointed to the upper part of the apron, and then asked, "Can you do that in pink?" "No problem, it will just be $5.00 per apron, and they should be ready on Tuesday." With that we left, but only walked a short distance as Andrea headed to an exclusive cosmetics store. She went right to one of the salesladies and asked for some help. "Yes, we need some help. I'd like to get some coordinating makeup, something a little subtle, but in the latest shades. I think we just need the basics, lipstick, foundation, powder, blush, eye shadow and mascara. Do you have something you'd recommend?" "No problem, I think I know what you are after. Excitement is our newest line and features then latest fall colors. Let me find some things that will match your skin tone, I think medium beige will work." Andrea quickly corrected her. "No we need this to match my husband skin tone, so I think something closer to ivory or a light beige would be better, don't you?" Hearing this I blushed profusely and looked at Andrea with a surprised expression. The saleslady grinned and then proceeded to gather an assortment of cosmetics. "Yes, he has typical fair skin and this line has a nice bridge between the two shades you mentioned. It should work perfectly. I think he will need a little brow liner as well. He has nice brows, but you should shape them a bit before using it. I'll include a bottle of our latest nail polish; it is the same shade as the lipstick so he will be matching. If he wants to get in the chair I can let you see what they look like." "No I think the shades look ok. We are really a little pressed for time. Maybe the next time you can show him a little about the techniques. He will need a few other accessories, including a set of brushes, eye lash curler, and sponges. This is really a whole new area for him." The whole time, the saleslady smiled and looked back and forth between Andrea and me. I couldn't help but blush and tried not to look at her. I just couldn't believe Andrea was so open about this and I didn't even understand why I needed makeup at all. Finally the lady totaled our purchases and Andrea paid for them. Looking at me, the saleslady softly said, "don't worry you'll love the way these look and I applaud you for wearing them, I think most men would look better if they were brave enough to use cosmetics, and with your facial bone structure, you will look dazzling." We left the store and Andrea suggested we go to a nice little restaurant nearby. I was furious, and pouted all the way there. Finally, she sensed my anger and explained herself. "Michael, I know that was a little embarrassing, but I felt cosmetics were an important part of your attire. No woman I know would dress in a skirt, heels and nice lingerie and then leave off her makeup. You'll get used to putting them on and I'll show you a little skin care techniques to help your skin look softer." With that we ordered and ate our dinner, That evening, I was still mad as we went to bed, but all those thoughts left pretty quickly. Andrea was extremely aggressive in bed, and after only a little kissing she straddled my head and I quickly began eating her pussy. She was very receptive and seemed to be as wet as I had ever seen her, she came almost immediately and then had another orgasm in short order. After her second one, she slid down my body and impaled herself on my cock. I guess I was pretty excited too as I ejaculated within a few strokes. Smiling, Andrea told me she needed one more, and again straddled my mouth. Although we had never done this before, she expected me to lick her to orgasm again, despite the ejaculation fluids flowing from her. I could feel the thick slippery semen as I lapped it up, but I kept licking and running up tongue between her lips cleaning her as best I could. Her whole pussy seemed to tremble and she had a couple more orgasms before she finally rolled off and collapsed next to me. "Michael that was tremendous. I loved how that felt. I seemed to be so much more sensitive after you came in me. Your tongue was like it was an electric bolt every time you ran it across my pussy. We must do that again." Although I was a little put off by eating my own cum, I was also relieved she had not been disappointed. I usually last longer when we fucked, but because she had so many orgasms, I felt good, even if they had been from my tongue and not my cock. I wanted to get up and rinse out my mouth, but she moved in next to me, pulling me into a spoon position with her breasts pressed into my back. We fell quickly asleep. The next day was nice with no chores to do; we spent a relaxing day together and just went out to a movie and a light dinner. That night she showed me some of the cosmetics, told me what they were for, and told me to try them the next night. I got home from work on Monday at my usual time but was not really eager to change into my new clothes. But I knew it would take a while to do the chores listed on Andrea's schedule and if she wanted me to try the makeup, that would be another bit of time. So I got on with it, slipping into the panty, bra, girdle and nylons as before. I used the second blouse this time, a light blue one, as well as the black skirt. I sat down and tried to do something with the makeup she had bought for me. I used everything in the order she had said, but it looked really lame. The foundation seemed too thick, the blush stood out too much, the eye shadow made me look like I hadn't slept in weeks, and the mascara clumped on my lashes. Only the lipstick looked ok, but combined with everything else, I looked silly. Not knowing what else to do, I went to work on my chores after putting dinner to cook in the oven. When Andrea came in the house, I knew I looked bad, but I had done all the assignments and dinner smelled great. "Oh Michael, dinner smells great and I'm starving. Did you get all your work done?" At that point she saw my face and began to grin broadly. "Make up isn't easy is it? But I appreciate you trying; it does take some time to get it right." With that we sat down to eat, and after dinner she let me change and clean my face. The rest of the night went by without incident and as we had both had a long day we went to bed early. Tuesday was a normal day at work and just before leaving, Andrea called. She wanted me to go by the mall and pick up the package at the kitchen supply store, but to go by the nearby cosmetic store first. She had called them earlier to have a package of supplies ready for me. She had mentioned last night that I really needed some more implements to apply the makeup correctly. The mall was on the way home, so it just a few minutes to drive there. Luckily the mall was not very crowded, so I found a parking spot quickly and was soon at the cosmetics counter. Andrea had told me she had spoken to an Elise and to be sure to ask for her. I surveyed the woman working the store and spotting a familiar face, I went up to the lady who had helped us on Saturday. "Hello, are you Elise?" "Yes, I am. I assume you are Michael, Andrea's Michael." I nodded my agreement and she motioned for me to follow her. She went to a chair in front of a tri-fold mirror and pointed to it. "Just have a seat and we can start." I gave her a puzzled look. "I think you misunderstood. I am just here to pick up some supplies." "Oh I have the supplies Andrea mentioned, but she was very specific in her instructions. She said you need to be shown some of the techniques for applying your cosmetics. Don't be embarrassed, most women need to be shown as well, especially when they get a new color scheme. In your case, it will save you a lot of time to see exactly how best to apply your products." She smiled and spun the chair so it faced me. It was obvious that Andrea had set this up, and at this point I knew better than to refuse. So I sat down in the chair, feeling my face warm up as I blushed profusely. "Don't worry honey we are at the back of the store so no one will see you. Just focus on me and your reflection. I'll demonstrate and explain each item. Did you shave before coming in?" "No I usually only shave every other day, I never really get a five o'clock shadow." "Well that is lucky. Your skin is quite smooth too. That will make a much better final look." It was clear that she really knew her stuff and that the added implements she had for me would also make it easier for me to apply the cosmetics more naturally. She quickly went through foundation, blush, eye shadows, liner, mascara, and finally lipstick. She showed me little tricks, like letting the foundation warm up on your hand before applying so it would blend easier and how to use an eyelash curler to get the maximum effect of the mascara. She also had a short list of instructions that would help when I did it by myself. When she was finished I looked in the mirror. I blushed again, because my face had a decidedly feminine appearance, much more than I expected. "Elise, I must admit you did a great job. I never expected it to look so realistic, given what you had to work with." "Thanks honey, it wasn't as hard as you make it sound. You have beautiful skin, long lashes, and nice bone structure. Makeup is really about highlighting your natural features, albeit in a feminine way, more than creating something that isn't already there. You would look even better if you had your brows waxed. A professional could make a real nice arch that would frame your eyes. I did what I could, but you should suggest that to Andrea. Also, your hair is long enough that with a nice cut or curl, you would look even more attractive." "I'll keep that in mind. But as good as this looks, I need you to take it off now, I've got some errands to run and need to get home soon too." Elise smiled at me and reached for the bag of beauty implements that I had come to get. "Sorry I can't do that honey. Andrea was adamant that she wanted to see the results of your makeover, so you'll just have to wear it home." I wanted to die; I knew with the makeup that I would look totally like a sissy. But I also knew that there were no other options. Hopefully I could get to the cooking shop and out of the mall without seeing too many people. I took the bag, thanked her for the makeover and left. I walked as quick as I could, looking down as much as possible until I got to the shop. I went straight to the counter, and looked up at the clerk. "Yes, I'm here to pick up an order for Andrea Watson, it should be ready" The clerk, a young female in her 20s, glanced at me quickly and started to look under the counter until the appearance of my face registered with her. She looked back up at me with a wry smile, her eyes examining all my feminized features. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she looked back under the counter. She brought up the package and slid out the top apron. "This looks like the package. It has some custom embroidery. Does it look acceptable?" She had pulled out the apron and unfolded it so that the bib was visible. Across the right side, in a pink cursive script was PantyWaist. Although it seemed I was already blushing, this produced an even hotter flush to my face. "I assume these are your aprons, do you like the script?" The clerk could hardly control a little titter in her voice as she asked my approval. I was too embarrassed to speak and was eager to just leave, so despite my disappointment at the implications of the embroidery, I nodded my head affirmatively. She put the aprons back in the bag "I think it looks good too, and seeing that the items were already paid for, you are all set. By the way, I really like your makeup. I get mine from their shop as well, they have really good products. I hope your wife likes it too." She smiled and I left as quickly as possible. Even though she seemed nice, it was just too humiliating. I hurried to the car and was just about to leave when my cell phone rang. It was Andrea. "Hi honey, I understand you've gotten your makeover. Have you picked up the aprons?" Although I was pretty mad, I just responded with a short affirmative. "Good, I spoke with Elise and she had some suggestions about improving your appearance. So I want you to go to my hair salon, now instead of going straight home. I called and made a quick appointment with my stylist. Just ask for Jean and she'll know what I want done. I'll be home at the regular time, and I know you will not have the usual amount of time to do your chores, but do your best. See you later." It was obvious what she had in mind now. If she had listened to Elise I knew I was in for more feminizing. It was a short drive to her salon, and soon I was standing in front of the counter. The place was just about empty, only two ladies were there. One was sweeping her station and putting away some items. The other lady saw me and came to the front of the shop. "You must be Michael. Andrea called and said she was sending you by. I'm Jean and I'll be taking care of you. This is our usual closing time, but Andrea is a good customer and I'll make an exception for her. I'll make this quick, Andrea's told me a lot about you and I know you have chores to do at home." Not knowing what to say, I just nodded, smiled and followed her back to the shampoo sink. Inwardly I was shocked. Had Andrea made a habit of sharing my training with everyone? I tried not to think about it. Jean quickly washed my hair, taking care not to get water on my face and soon I had moved to her chair. Unlike a lot of stylists, she did not ask what I wanted or how I liked it cut. She just combed it out and walked around me running her fingers through my hair and looking intently at it. Finally she smiled. "I think I know the perfect cut. Your hair will match your new look but be easier to take care of." With that she began to trim and cut my hair. She really cut more than I had expected, since I thought all women's styles were longer. She also parted it differently as she cut. With one last cut she stepped away. "I think that's enough shaping for now. As it grows out, I can do more with it but you will keep the same basic shape. If you were going to work now it would just take a quick blow dry and the result would be fairly plain. But since I know you have to look good for Andrea, I'm going to roll and set it before we dry it. That way you will have bouncy curls." She rolled a small cart full of all sizes of hair rollers next to my chair and began to put them in my hair. She would comb-out a small section of hair and starting at the end roll the hair tightly around the small plastic roller and snap a second piece onto it. I was surprised at how tight it felt and a couple of times I had to hold in a wince as she pulled tightly on a section. The other thing that was surprising was how fast she had my hair up in curlers. Pushing the cart aside, she took a stretchy hair net and put it over the curlers. She indicated that I was to move to another chair, one that had a large bowl shaped drier behind it. Pulling the bowl over the top of my head, she leaned in as she turned it on. "This will take about 10 minutes so I'll get you a glass of ice tea and a magazine to read." She returned with both and I took a deep drink, I had not realized how thirsty I was. The stress from all the unusual activities this afternoon had made me dehydrated. I looked at the magazine and had to smile. She had gotten me a Ladies Home Journal - it had several articles on housekeeping and making dinners to please your husband, as well as a few on latest fashions. I had just finished the second article, on how to cook a London broil, when Jean came back and lifted up the hood. "That looks dry enough; let's get it combed out so you can get home to Andrea." She led me back to her chair and began pulling out the rollers. Every time she took one out, the hair bounced back into a tight curl. She finished removing them all, and took a brush and some hair spray and began to work. She really didn't do a lot of brushing, more arranging the curls and spraying them. Finally she spun the chair back so I faced the mirror. I was totally shocked. My head was a mass of loose curls, with short bangs over my eyes. The cut she had given me allowed the curls to frame my face. I couldn't believe she had made such a feminine hair style out of short hair. Combined with the makeup I made a very presentable female appearance, at least from the shoulders up. "I think Andrea will like your new look, and without the curls you can still get by at work. I'll give you a set of curlers, some hair spray and clips to use at home. Andrea mentioned waxing your brows, and I agree you need it, but I'll have to make you an appointment for that. Gina does all my waxing and she is gone. Also since you're a new customer, she'll give you an introductory manicure and pedicure. How about two weeks from Friday, I can work you in at 3?" I agreed to the time, took my hair supplies and left. The drive was a bit unnerving as I kept looking at my new hair and face in the rearview mirror. Soon I was at home, and went upstairs and got dressed. Luckily there were only a few chores for Tuesday night, which I would have to get to after dinner. I got right to work making a pasta dish for supper and was still cooking when Andrea came in. "Turn around let me see your new look." I complied and she smiled broadly. "Oh Michael you look darling. Your hair is so cute and your face looks so pretty! Now you look like the kind of housekeeper I need. But where is your new apron?" I had intentionally left the aprons in the bag. The script just too much. I mean everything was too much really, but to admit that I was now her pantywaist was more than I wanted to do. But now that she was pressing me on it, I started to get nervous. I mean I had done everything else, what difference would an apron make? I could feel my resolve fading, and I knew that any resistance was gone. Smiling weakly, I looked at her as I walked to the counter where the bag lay. "I forgot about them, I mean I was late getting home and knew you would be expecting dinner." The grin on her face got wider, as she watched me slip the apron on my shoulders and tie the strings behind my back. It was just the right length, coming down to the edge of my skirt and with the ruffles made my outfit look very much like the ladies maid I was. "That's better Michael. You have made wonderful progress in such a short time. I knew you were capable of this and would do everything I needed you to do." She approached me as she spoke and slipped her arms around my waist. Leaning in she kissed me softly on the cheek, and began to look closely at my face and hair. Pulling back a little she ran her index finger across the embroidered lettering and looked me in the eyes. "I think we have established the relationship we needed for the house keeping to be done properly. I'm convinced that you know your role now and accept it. As long as you keep to your chore schedule, dress appropriately and show me the respect I deserve then all will be back to normal. I know you missed some chores today, but I'll allow you to make them up tomorrow. I have a feeling that I'll need your sweet tongue between my legs after you clean up from dinner, so I'll give you a pass." With that she kissed me on the lips and allowed her hands to fall to the edge of my skirt and then up it as she caressed my penis through the lingerie. Breaking off after a few minutes, she winked and told me to finish cooking that she was starving. The rest of the evening went well as I told her about my experiences that day while we ate and then later in bed she was the aggressor again, repeating our last lovemaking scenario. Alarmingly, my attempt at prolonged my climax when she mounted me was a total failure, as I came almost immediately as her pussy slid down my cock. As she heard my orgasm, she looked very pleased and rolled off, spreading her legs as she lay on her back. A quick little motion indicating my presence was needed and I began to clean up her pussy. As I licked her she climaxed several times and although I was disappointed in my sexual performance I was pleased she had her needs met so completely. The next few weeks went routinely. Once I washed my hair the curls disappeared and the cut was not too unmanly to make we feel awkward at work. Andrea did stop off once on the way home from work and got me a couple of sleeveless shift dresses, one in light yellow and the other a pink and white flower print to wear when I cleaned. She also gave me a short chemise to sleep in. I did not do my hair during the week, but she indicated she expected me to curl it for the weekend. I used the new techniques that Elise showed me and my makeup application became much better. Finally my Friday appointment came, and I went to Jean?s salon. Gina was very nice and the brow waxing was not as bad as I feared. The final look was also not too bad either; I had dreaded that thinking it would be a thin arch. But all she did was make the brows a little thinner as they went away from my nose and tidied up some stray hairs. The manicure and pedicure was really relaxing and again not as bad as I feared. She finished both in a clear polish and it gave my nails a nice finished look. Jean insisted on setting my hair for me, but this time used hot rollers and it went a lot quicker. After I made an appointment in two weeks to have another nail session and hair style I left for home. I saw I had lots of time and got dressed in the light pink dress. I hated to admit it, but I liked how it matched the script on my apron. I also saw what Elise was talking about regarding my brows. Just that little amount of shaping made my eyes look much more feminine and I felt very pleased with my makeup and appearance. I easily completed my list of chores and had begun to make dinner when I heard Andrea?s car pull in the driveway. She had asked for me to make London broil with red potatoes and I knew she?d like the way I had seasoned everything. Even though I had everything in the oven and had even opened the red wine, I kept my back to the door and worked in the kitchen. Andrea had made a habit of walking in behind me and nuzzling my neck and running her hands over my butt or under my dress. I don?t know why, but it made me feel good when she did this. I could hear the door open and her footsteps as she made her way to the kitchen. But immediately something seemed odd; she was talking and it seemed like there were more footsteps than usual. Turning around to check this, I saw Andrea enter and following her was her best friend, Nicky. Andrea walked up to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "I hope you don?t mind, but I invited Nicky to join us. She didn?t have any plans for tonight, and we haven?t had much chance to talk lately. Also I bragged about how good your new recipe was and she was dying to try some. How about you pour us a couple of glasses of wine and bring them out to the deck?" With that Andrea turned and walked toward the living room, leaving me in the kitchen with Nicky. She had a sly grin on her face and I could see her glancing up and down my figure, looking at my outfit. "Hi PW, I like your new hair style. Andie told me you were wearing it a little more fem now. Apparently her stories about how you are now the cute little housewife are true. Although I must say you are much cuter than I expected. How long to dinner, I?m starving?" I mumbled out an answer and she laughed and went to join Andrea on our deck. I felt my face flush red hot. I had some idea earlier from Jean that Andrea had mentioned my new role at home, but I had hoped she might be the only one who knew. I had known Nicky a long time and she had always given me a hard time about how lucky I was to have Andrea. I had a feeling that tonight was going to be quite embarrassing. I was correct in my assumptions. The whole evening I had to wait on the two of them. Andrea was enjoying showing her friend how well trained I had become. Nicky loved it, of course, and had to agree that I was much more productive now than previously. She seemed to make it a point to ask Andrea an embarrassing question when I walked in the room. Andrea made a real show of explaining how easily I had submitted to her demands, giving a detailed description of how she got me into dresses, my experiences at the makeup counter, and how I had become a regular at Jean?s salon. Nicky had to admit that the condo was spotless and dinner was excellent. But her compliment to Andrea that she had done a great job helping me find my true role as a pantywaist was too much. I had to defend myself, so after bringing them the after dinner drinks I turned to set her straight. "Look Nicky, I took on the housecleaning and cooking to help Andrea be successful in her new position at work. The rest was just part of her process to be sure I learned to do everything to her standards. I am still the man in this house and the term pantywaist is not really appropriate any more. I think you owe me a bit of an apology." After my outburst, I stood there trying to look as convincing and manly as possible. I smoothed down my dress, crossed my arms under my padded bra and tapped the toe of my high heels impatiently as I glared at her. As we stared at each other briefly, I was caught off guard by Andrea?s giggle. I glanced at her and I could see her hand over her mouth as she tried to stifle the building laughter. I tried to ignore this and look back sternly at Nicky. She too had the beginnings of a laugh, but as I looked at her again, she cleared her throat to speak. "I?m sorry PW; I didn?t mean to hurt your pride. I know you are in many ways responsible for Andie?s success at work. I know that a good housewife that handles all the household duties allows the breadwinner to be more focused on the important tasks on their job. Andie has told me many times that you seemed suited to cleaning and household chores more than anything else you?ve done. I don?t want to make you feel ashamed about that. I understand that you were willing to let her put you in panties, skirts and makeup so that you could be successful at being her domestic partner. I guess I took the kidding too far." "Me too Michael, I wanted you to know that I was in charge, that is why I had your aprons embroidered with pantywaist. I thought it would be a good learning tool, and I think it has. But now maybe I should be more respectful of your position in the home. You have become, as Nicky said, the housewife in our relationship. In fact I would really prefer that you not work at all, but stay at home. With my salary increase and the track that I am on at work, your small salary is not really needed anymore. What I need is a good loving and obedient wife to make my home the retreat I need to be successful. So I will call and order you some new aprons tomorrow, maybe with your name monogrammed on them. Then we can go out and buy you some more dresses, lingerie and shoes so you can truly be the housewife. How does that sound?" I was stunned. I went from protesting a silly name the women were using during my training to becoming a fulltime stay at home wife. I had consoled myself with the idea that soon, maybe in the next week or so, Andrea would see how well I was doing and I could go back to wearing my regular clothes. Now she was talking about buying me more dresses and heels. And she wanted me to quit my job? I knew she had a more prestigious position, but I thought my work did give me some status. I had to speak up now or it would be too late! "Andrea that does not sound good to me, I won?t be a full time wife. I have important work too. I think you have taken this too far!" My tone was angry and I could see that it was not being received well by Andrea. She had that look in her eye, and her jaw was clenched. She stood up and came over to me. Grabbing me by my arm, she didn?t say a word but began to pull me toward her study. Nicky held back at first but then followed us into the room. Andrea pulled me to the chair behind her desk, and then sat down. She reached into the desk drawer and took at an ornate heavy wood ruler. Taping the ruler in her other hand she glared at me. "I see we need to straighten a few things out here. First of all you are not to talk back to me in that tone, especially in front of a guest. Second, I am the bread winner in this relationship, and I will easily make 4 to 5 times what you do at your job. You?ve not shown any capabilities or initiative at your work. Finally, I will not tolerate insubordination. I will make the decisions. You will do as I say, whether that is wearing skirts and heels when you do your chores, or how you keep your hair, or if you are allowed to work outside our home. I had hoped to avoid using this kind of discipline in our marriage, but I guess you need some old fashioned persuasion. Take off your apron and dress and lay down across my knees." I felt like I was in a trap. I knew if I did as she asked I would soon be a full time wife. But I also couldn?t see any way I could resist. I knew from experience that when she is this mad about something that arguing only makes it worse. The only shot would be to do as she wanted now and then try to reason with her later. Maybe she was being more dramatic because Nicky was here and everything had happened so fast. I could feel her staring at me and knew she did not like to be kept waiting. So reluctantly, but steadily, I unfastened the apron and then my dress. Stepping out the dress, I looked quickly at Nicky. As bad as I knew the spanking would be, having her see me standing there in my matching peach panties, bra and open-bottom girdle was almost as bad. Looking away, I leaned forward and positioned myself across Andrea?s lap. She placed her hand on my lower back, moved her legs apart slight, and slid me so that my butt was up in the air, my head nearly touched the floor, and my feet were only touching at the toes. To say I felt exposed, ridiculed, and humiliated was an understatement. "Nicky, I need your help. Would you come over here and unsnap his garters and roll up his girdle." "Sure, I can help." She quickly did as Andrea asked, and soon I felt the cool air on my panties and butt, followed shortly by the heavy ruler. She placed it on my bottom, and gently tapped it. I could feel the tension building and then a swift swat across both cheeks began the ordeal. The first few blows struck evenly across both cheeks, but she soon shifted to striking each one separately. I know in many spanking scenes, the victim must count, request or somehow respond to the spanker, but that was not the case here. It was obvious that this was a real spanking and the blows occurred so fast that counting would be impossible. The only respite was when Andrea stopped to pull up my panties into my crack, wedging them in tightly and exposing the pink color of my cheeks. By then I had lost my reserve and was sobbing softly, the tears dropping on the floor below my head She then continued to spank me working slowly down until the last blows were aimed at the junction where the thigh meets the cheek. Finally, she stopped. I could hear her breathing, elevated but not panting. She briefly rubbed my butt with her hand and then began to pull me back so that my feet were on the ground again. She told me to stand and as I did so, she opened a drawer, replaced the ruler and took out a small ornate box. Looking at me she calmly gave an order: "Pull your panties down to your knees and put your hands on your head." And then she turned to Nicky who had sat on the side chair watching the whole spectacle. Andrea opened the box and held up a small metal object for her to see. "You remember this present? You gave it to me as a joke at my bachelorette party before I married this disrespectful pantywaist. You told me it would help me have a loving husband. Well I laughed then, but now I think it is time to give it a try. Only now it?s going to help me get a loving wife." Nicky laughed and glanced at me. "Oh you still have it? I had forgotten it but I?m sure it will still work. When I looked for one I saw lots of cheap little plastic ones, but I wanted it to be more imposing, so I searched online until I found a solid metal one. I mean a chastity tube has to be sturdy if it is going to look like it will really work." I stood there with my mouth open in amazement. My embarrassment from pulling down my panties in front of Nicky had been forgotten. I had glanced quickly down after I put my hands on my head and could see that the spanking, the cold air, and my embarrassment had caused my cock to shrink up very small. Even when I was hard, it was on the small side, maybe a five inch erection, but now it looked like a nub. At this point, Andrea and Nicky looked away from the chastity tube to my cock. Nicky couldn?t help but smirk and let out a little laugh, and Andrea smiled too. "Good thing you picked a small size tube, otherwise it would be falling off." With that, Andrea reached over and slid the device on my cock. She put the head in a curved tube with a grid on the end and pulled my equally small balls through two rings. A brass lock was inserted through loops at the back which tightened the rings and attached them to the tube. It felt snug, but was not pinching any skin. Once the lock was fastened, Andrea tugged on the contraption, gently at first but then a little more forcefully. Satisfied that it would be secure, she leaned back in her chair and allowed me to stand there, hands on my head, my imprisoned cock on display for what seemed like hours. Finally she broke the tension and spoke. "I hope this makes the situation clear Michael. You are going to be my wife and you better accept it. I understand that it will take more training, as you are quite a slow learner. So for the time being, I think pantywaist is the most appropriate moniker for you, maybe PW for short. We will go out tomorrow and get you more clothes, although I will wait on new aprons until you have graduated to a full wife status. But we will buy you a couple of nice suits, maybe a gray check and a blue pinstripe. I always wanted you to wear more formal business attire at your job, perhaps if you had listened to me you would have a more achieved a more significant position. Of course now they will be skirt suits. I expect you to give two weeks' notice at your job; it is the only fair thing to do. But we aren?t going to delay your transition. You can alternate wearing them every other day, and I sure we will find some suitable matching blouses, shoes, and purses as well. This way you can style your hair, do your makeup, and wear proper foundations every day. I know it will be a bit embarrassing for you, but I think it is for the best. We will also box up and donate your husband clothes as well; it would pointless to have them around since you won?t have the need to wear pants anymore. Finally, I know you are used to being in control of your own sexual releases, but as my wife to be, it will be my choice when you come. I will still allow you to be close to me and service me sexually with your mouth and tongue in between your rare orgasms, as there is no reason for me to miss out sexually. That will be true in many ways. Nicky are you busy next Saturday night? I think it may be time to line up a double date with those two guys at the mortgage firm that always flirt with us at lunch. Judging from the bulge in the pants of the dark haired one, he is probably twice the size I?ve been used to. I might actually come with him. I?m sure PW could whip up a nice dinner for us, and we can keep everything real casual and see what happens." Nicky quickly nodded her in agreement, obvious approving of the changes Andrea was implementing. Finally Andrea looked back to me and with a playful stage laugh spoke again. "Oh PW, I?m sorry. I?ve left you just standing there. Go ahead and pull up panties up, arrange your girdle, fasten your stockings, and put your dress and apron back on. I think it is the perfect time for your latest dessert, sort of a celebration of our new life." With that my journey down the path of pantywaist and soon to be cuckold wife was finalized. I was subdued the rest of the evening and had a hard time sleeping as well. The feel of the chastity tube was awkward to say the least, and my morning erection was painful. The only way to deal with it was to get up and take a shower. I dressed in my skirt and blouse, with plain white lingerie and tan hose. I wanted to be as non- feminine as possible. Andrea was up shortly thereafter and I made her breakfast. "Let me get dressed and we can go out shopping. I think you can stay as you are; you might as well get used to wearing skirts and heels all the time now." Despite how she described our new life last night, I had hoped she wasn?t serious. I softly pleaded with her to let me change into something a little less noticeable, but she would not allow it. We soon were headed out to shop. We went to one of her favorite shops; it specialized in dress suits and professional attire for women. There were racks and racks of suits, most with options for pants, skirts and even dresses. As soon as we walked in, one of the salesladies greeted her. "Andrea so good to see you, I hope all is going well at work? Is this a new apprentice or intern?" "Hello Susan. Everything is going spectacular at work. I got another promotion and I can tell this is just the start. Thanks for helping me project the proper image. However, this is not an intern from work. This is my spouse. He has decided to stay at home full time now, but needs to fulfill his 2-week notice. I?ve decided that he should do so, dressed in a proper manner. So we need 2 suit outfits, skirts with matching jackets." Susan had a perplexed look on her face at first, but as Andrea explained, it turned into a knowing grin. She checked me out from head to toe; I guess evaluating my new feminine appearance as well as getting an idea of my sizes. "Well I?m sure he is looking forward to staying home, but I agree anytime you leave an employer you should do so on good terms. I think I can find a couple of inexpensive suit options for you, as we have several nice lines on sale. I assume you will want accessories as well?" "Of course, he will need shoes, purse and a blouse to match each suit. I had in mind a nice small gray check and a blue pinstripe. Is there anything like that on sale?" Susan nodded affirmatively, and we were soon looking at several suits. Andrea quickly found a couple she liked and in short order I had the proper accessories for each one. We went back to the dressing rooms to try them on. The jackets fit much like a man?s would, only with a cut to emphasize the bust and waist. The skirts were pencil style, tight and straight extending to mid-calf. As I modeled each one, I could tell there was something Andrea did not quite like about each one. "Susan, I like the style and look of both these suits, but the skirts seem too long for him. Would it be possible to shorten them? I?d like to have them above his knees if possible. It would have to be a rush job, as he will need them Monday." "Andrea for most customers I would decline, but you have been an especially loyal customer, so I?ll get our seamstress to hem them today. " The seamstress soon came to the dressing room, made a few measurements and pined up the hem. She suggested because of the cut of the skirt, the hem would have to go to mid-thigh. A little shorter than usual for business wear, but she agreed the result would look better than the original length. I removed the suit and we were soon on our way. Andrea insisted on more shopping, so we drove to two more of her favorite shops. After several hours, I had a much larger wardrobe with about a half dozen different skirts, blouses, and dresses. She even insisted that I get a pair of shoes for each outfit, so I had a complete selection of pumps, sling backs, and ankle strap sandals, all in at least 3 inch heels. We picked up the altered suits on the way home to complete the outing. I made a light supper and more or less kept to myself until bed time. Once in bed, Andrea insisted I go down on her, licking and kissing her pussy until she came several times. I broached the idea of letting me out of the tube, but she quickly made it clear that I was to stay locked up for a while, as it would help me focus on meeting her needs. Again my sleep was a bit fitful that night. Sunday was a dreadful day. All I could think about going to work to give my notice. I couldn?t imagine it not being horribly humiliating and I pleaded with Andrea to reconsider. Again my pleas fell on deaf ears and it wasn?t until she threatened another full spanking that I went silent. I selected my outfit for the next day, and then spent another few hours between Andrea?s legs satisfying her growing need for oral sex. She insisted that I roll my hair so it would be at its most feminine for work the next day. That didn?t make sleep any easier. Monday rose bright and sunny, in almost defiance of how I felt. I was up early to get breakfast for Andrea and to get ready for work. Andrea told me to wear my tightest girdle, so the chastity tube would not present much of a bulge. I got dressed, styled my hair, and she helped do my makeup so it would be at its best. I must admit that I looked like the typical business woman who worked at my firm, a bit conservative in style, except for my shorter skirt. Because we worked near each other and she wanted to be sure I made it to work, I rode with her and she dropped me off at my building. I wanted to run away but knew there was no avoiding it. My boss usually came in around nine, so I would have an hour or so before I could see her and give my notice. I worked with Lori, who had a degree in business management and had been promoted to my grade even though she had only worked for the company for two years. She started as my boss?s secretary, but had been given more and more projects to direct. As she got more responsibility, we both wound up with equal numbers of projects and I was assigned to help her with more routine tasks. We both reported to Katherine, Ms. Graham to us. She was a forty-something, all business type who was well respected by the rest of the firm. She often seemed disappointed in my work, which I put down to her just not liking me, and I guess I was not surprised when she assigned me to support Lori with her responsibilities. At the time I was greatly insulted, but figured eventually I would get back on track. At least Lori was easy to work with, I think she felt a little awkward to have an assistance from someone who was both older and had more company service than she did. When I got off the elevator at our floor and opened the door to our offices, I could see Lori at her desk. She looked up as she heard my heels clicking on the marble floor, and I could see bewilderment in her face. "Good morning Lori, I know you?re wondering what is going on, so let just explain. My spouse decided that I needed to be more professional in my appearance and to make her point picked out a woman?s suit for me. She feels like I?m not doing important work and would prefer I stay at home so she wants me to turn in my notice today. So, I guess you?ll just have to put up with this ridiculous outfit for the next two weeks, as she insists that I complete the full two week notice period." "What? You can?t quit, I need you to help with my projects! You certainly could use some improvement on the job, but it?s not hopeless. As far as your appearance, it is certainly not ridiculous. That is a very nice suit, and you or your spouse has accessorized it well. Not