Clarisse and I had been married for almost 20 years and had reached a
stage in our marriage where everything was comfortable but not that
exciting anymore. We had sex occasionally but it was pretty average and
seemed to be just a formality rather than the passion it evoked when we
were younger. Clarisse had worked a few years and then decided to stay
at home and be the typical wife. She took care of the house, enjoyed
her hobbies, volunteered for charities, and kept herself trim and
healthy. Even in her late 40s, Clarisse was still very attractive and
her dark complexion showed few wrinkles and highlighted her green eyes.
She was tall, nearly 5'8" and although heavier than when we first
married, was still slim in appearance. Her dark brunette hair was
always well kept, and she liked to be fashionably, although
conservatively dressed. She had maintained her curvy body and her 34B
breasts looked fantastic when she was nude. I had worked long enough in
my career and had been lucky enough with my investments where it would
be possible for me to retire early. My career had been fun when I was
younger but it had begun to be more demanding than rewarding and I
found little that I liked about it now. Since we had saved
sufficiently and had no debts I took the plunge.
The first year or so of retirement was just about everything that we
expected, with some sightseeing travel and puttering about with house
projects. I was able to focus on improving myself, losing almost 15
lbs. since retiring, becoming trimmer and in better shape. That got my
weight down to 155 lbs., which was less than I weighed when we first
married and made my 5'7" frame look very trim. In contrast to Clarisse
I was very light skinned, with blue eyes and dark blonde hair, just
tinged with gray. My weight loss and having more time together, also
led us to having more sex, although not necessarily more intercourse.
We often spent a whole afternoon in bed, with me spending a long time
snuggled between her legs, licking, tasting, and loving her pussy. One
thing about my retirement bothered me. When I was working I had many
business trips during which I could indulge my secret fantasy of cross-
dressing. Now those opportunities were gone. Rarely was Clarisse away
for more than a few hours and I could never really relax if I dressed
at home. I had been open with her about my dressing desire, telling her
about it even before we married. Despite my efforts to get her to
accommodate it however, she never really accepted the fact that I like
to dress and so I kept it to myself.
We also struggled with assigning household chores. Clarisse had done
the majority of them when I worked, but now felt we should split them.
I couldn't really argue with that logic, but didn't enjoy doing my
share at all. The majority of tasks still felt like woman's work, and
as I did them I often thought of my cross-dressing. The chores seem to
fuel a desire to appear feminine while I did this typical woman's work.
Finally I thought of a solution to both my problems and decided to
present it to Clarisse while we ate dinner that night.
"Dear, I want to offer you a proposal for our house cleaning needs. I
will agree to do them all, one day a week, working the whole day. I'll
do your chores as well as mine. That will provide us a clean house and
we will only have to do minor cleanups in between. You can spend the
entire day out of the house. You can go shopping, visit friends, or go
to museums or art shows. All the stuff you love to do when you have
free time."
"Are you serious? You will really do all the housework? That would be
wonderful. You know I hate it, since I feel like I've been doing it
forever. But why are you volunteering to do it now? I know for a fact
that you dislike it as much as I do, if not more. Are you planning on
hiring a service to come in that day?"
"No dear, I'm not hiring someone else to do it, as I still agree with
you about not being comfortable having someone clean our home. However
you are right, I generally find the chores to be dull and a waste of my
time. But I have also missed expressing my feminine side by dressing
up. We always seem to be together and since you don't like it, I can't
wear my female clothes at home. This way, I can dress up for an
extended period and you will not have to see it. But I'll also be doing
something useful, cleaning our home. You will no longer have the burden
of housework, and I'll find it more interesting since it will give me
activities to do while I'm dressed. I know you don't like me to do
that, but at least you will be getting some value in return. Are you
open to trying this?"
"I don't know Nathan. I mean it is a wonderful offer to do all our
chores, but even if I'm not here, I'll be thinking of you dressed as a
woman. It may seem innocent to you, but it does create a mental image
for me. However, I am willing to try it once or twice to see how it
might work. Of course, I will have to give you a list of all the chores
I expect you to complete and if you fail to do so, then that will be
the end of this little experiment. I'm not going to just let you dress
up and prance about pretending to be a woman and playing at housework.
I'll have standards you will have to meet. Are you agreeable to that?"
"I think that is fair. I mean I know generally what needs to be done,
but you have run our house for 20 years and know what is essential to
keep it clean. So work up a list, and give me some notes as to how and
what to do for each chore and I'll do my best. I want you to be
satisfied with my work. I know you are allowing me the freedom to
express my secret desires, so I want you to feel that you are getting a
good return for that."
With those requirements laid out, I began to plan my household day. We
agreed that Wednesday would be a good time and Clarisse made up a chore
list. She also arranged to go shopping and to a movie with her best
friend Sharon. I had determined what to wear and as soon as she left to
pick up Sharon, I began to get dressed. I decided it would be best to
keep it simple, and wear something that it would be easier to work in.
So I wore a light pink blouse, plain maroon skirt, and a matching pair
of maroon pumps with a 2 ? inch heel. Underneath I wore a set of beige
bra, panties, and girdle brief and light tan pantyhose. I had much
fancier lingerie but I wanted to focus more on the chores than getting
dressed this first time. I worked easily through the list of chores,
taking only a short break at lunch. Unlike previous times, I almost
enjoyed the housework this time. The feel of the hose, the tightness of
the bra and girdle, how the skirt felt against my legs and the click of
my heels as I moved about, all satisfied the inner need I had to
express my femininity. It also seemed to be reinforced by the chores. I
know they aren't just woman's work, but it seemed more appropriate to
me to be dressed as I was. I was able to complete the list and get
changed almost a full hour before Clarisse returned. She had really
enjoyed her day out and was mostly pleased with my efforts.
"Nathan you seem to have done all the chores and in most cases did them
well for the first time. I think if I give you a little more training
you will be able to meet my specifications. Did it take you the whole
day?"
"No I took about an hour break for lunch and was done almost an hour
before you returned."
"Good, I think you can handle a few more chores, like the laundry, and
still do a reasonable job. I hope you don't mind but Sharon and I made
plans for next Monday. We are going into the city for some afternoon
shopping, then dinner and take in a play. I will be home later but that
should give you more time as well."
"Sounds okay to me, I'm just glad you are finding this arrangement
acceptable."
The next Monday everything went as planned. Clarisse gave me a much
more detailed list of chores, including a critique of my first day's
work. She was very specific on how she wanted everything done plus
added the laundry. It took me more than a full day, but since she was
staying late in the city, I still completed the list. I had also worn
something a little less practical, a black and white dress with a tight
skirt, matching black lace lingerie, a garter belt with stockings, and
full 4 inch heels. I had to move more deliberately in the heels and
tight skirt but again loved the feeling of the feminine clothes and
thoroughly enjoyed the day. Clarisse checked my work early the next
day and again found some shortcomings but we agreed to schedule another
cleaning day the next week.
However, the following Monday didn't go as well as I hoped. About half
way through the day, Clarisse called and said she was coming back to
the house. I protested that I wasn't nearly done with the chores, but
she insisted. I hurriedly changed out of feminine outfit, but continued
to finish vacuuming the house since I had started that chore. When she
arrived, I questioned her on why she came back early.
"I know I promised to be gone all day, but I finished shopping earlier
than I expected, the art exhibit was not up to par and there was
nothing left to do. I appreciate your willingness to be the
housekeeper, but I don't want to feel like a refugee for the day. It
defeats the purpose of having you do the chores if I must fritter my
time so that I can be out of the house. So how about next time, you
dress as you desire and I'll stay here? I already have a mental image
of you in dresses, so seeing it in person won't be much different. I
can also give you more effective training if I can see you do the
chores. I mean I've tried to tell you how to mop the floors, but every
time I return they look sloppy. It is that or we go back to sharing and
you forfeit dressing up."
Although I wasn't sure about her being there and how she might really
feel about my dressing once she saw me, I had enjoyed the release so
much I didn't want to give it up. So we made plans for me to clean
house that Friday, since I had not completed all the chores. Friday
morning I got up early and took a shower and began to get dressed. I
had chosen one of my most conservative outfits as a precaution against
offending her. I wore plain white bra, panty and long-leg girdle with
tan pantyhose. My skirt was a knee length, gray plaid A-line design and
I wore a long sleeve white blouse and gray 3 inch heel sandals. I was
really nervous when Clarisse first saw me, but she only smiled and told
me the first chores to do. I started with the laundry and changing the
bed linens. She then spent 20 minutes or so showing me exactly how to
mop the kitchen floors. I saw where I had made my mistakes previously
and finished the morning mopping all the bathrooms and wet mopping the
hardwood floors, breaking only to handle the laundry. Clarisse had
generally just watched me briefly and then gone on about her
activities, checking emails, handling bills, and reading a novel.
Finally, about noon she came in the laundry room.
"Nathan, I think we need to discuss this experiment. How about you make
us lunch? A nice light salad with rolls and a white wine will do and
you can serve me in the sunroom. Then we can talk about it."
I agreed and went to make lunch, but I was full of misgivings. I had
feared this. She was obviously displeased with my dressing and despite
her optimism going into today, had found it more disturbing to see me
dressed than she expected. I tried to think of options as I took our
lunch to her. At first we sat and ate silently, with the only
conversation being her complimenting me on the salad. Finally when she
had finished, I topped off her wine glass and she indicated that we
should talk.
"Dear, I must admit that seeing you in skirts was more shocking than I
expected. I guess I had one vision in mind but you appear much
different than I expected. For one thing, you have very shapely legs
and they look good in heels. Second you move with more grace and
feminine mannerisms than I would have ever thought possible. I expected
you to clomp around and almost be a caricature of a woman. But even
though you are better than I expected, you don't really look like a
woman. You are trim enough, with your flat stomach, but generally lack
the curves most women have. I see that you are not wearing makeup and
have done nothing with your hair. Do you not have any cosmetics or a
wig?"
I took a minute to answer, taking a slip of wine for courage. I wasn't
sure where she was going, as her comments were more positive than I had
expected but I heard her tone of disapproval.
"I do have a wig, but all my cosmetics are old. I generally haven't
worn them or my wig, as I rarely dressed for extended periods before.
Also, the wig can be a little tight and hot. Finally, I had always
wanted to be able to slip out of my female appearance as quickly as
possible in case someone came by."
She nodded as I spoke. Looking me over again she smiled as she spoke.
"I guess I can understand that. Is that why you haven't shaved your
legs as well? I mean they would look so much better if you removed that
nasty hair. Even expensive hose look dreadful with hairy legs. I
suspect that your overall appearance would be much nicer if you shave
off your body hair. Now that I have seen your attempt at appearing
female I think you need to make a decision. If you are to continue to
dress and be the housekeeper, I'll expect you to commit to a proper
appearance. That means shaving, wearing makeup while dressed, wearing a
wig, at least until your hair is long enough to put in a woman's style,
and using cr?mes, moisturizers, and lotions to soften your skin. There
are padded garments and body shapers available that would give you a
woman's appearance. I think if you work at it, you could be passable as
a woman. Then I can accept your cross-dressing as it will be more of a
true representation of a woman than a crude imitation. I assume you
have a collection of clothes? I want to see them, so I can judge what
else you might need beyond cosmetics. Get them out for me and put them
on the bed. Then you can take a nice bath and remove that body hair.
Otherwise, I suggest you go upstairs and put on some of your old slacks
and a shirt to finish your chores."
With that she took a slip of wine and looked at me smugly over the rim
of the glass. I had hardly expected that appraisal. I mean I was ready
to argue why I should be allowed to continue dressing, but not prepared
to argue against becoming more feminine. I had thought often of shaving
myself. Every time I would work stockings up my legs, I would imagine
how they might look smooth and silky. I also enjoyed wearing some
cosmetics like lipstick. So the idea certainly appealed to me. But it
was also frightening. It meant stepping over the line and not being
able to look completely masculine anymore. I decided since she had
suggested it, that I would go for it.
"If that is what you think would be a good idea, I'll be upstairs in a
minute. I just need to clean away these dishes. I'll get my clothes and
start the bath water."
I tried to sound like it was not a big deal, but my heart was pounding.
I was more nervous now than earlier today when I first stood before her
in my skirt and heels. I quickly cleaned up the lunch and went to the
spare room where I kept my clothes. I opened the case and put the items
on our bed. It was mostly lingerie; I had only six skirts and dresses.
I did have a fair number of heels, a total of 10 pairs; shoes were
always a weakness for me. I had just finished organizing them by item
and started running the hot water for my bath when Clarisse came
upstairs.
"Nathan, if you still have that clipper that you used when you had a
beard to trim, I'd suggest you get it. That will allow you to remove
much of your body hair and make shaving easier. Find that and remove
your clothes for me."
I did as she asked and used the clippers to remove most of the long
hair on my legs, chest and underarms. Clarisse came in, quickly looked
me over and took the clippers. She reached up and trimmed off my
sideburns and hit a few spots where I had missed some hair. I thought
she was done, but then she ran the clippers through my pubic hair. She
trimmed the hair on my balls and cock and cut through the patch above
my cock leaving only a narrow strip.
"Just be sure to shave everywhere you trimmed, you want to look as
smooth as possible. When you're done, I expect to see only your cute
little landing strip for body hair. After you get out of the bath,
apply lotion everywhere you shaved. You need to get used to applying
lotion when you shower or bath. I know you don't have any cosmetics and
my skin tone is a little too dark for you, but I'll use what I can
today. Then, I'll sort through your clothes and leave something for you
to wear."
I followed her instructions and was soon shaved smooth. Applying the
lotion I was struck by how much my body looked different now. The lack
of hair made my skin look much softer and the modest body fat I had
made my chest look more like breasts than I had noticed previously.
Similarly the shaped pubic hair gave me a more feminine appearance
there as well. Slipping on a robe, I went out to see Clarisse. She had
gone through my things, and picked out an outfit. It was a red skirt
with a matching red and white sleeveless lace top. I was a little
surprised as the skirt was the shortest one I had, reaching to just
mid-thigh. She was holding a white waist nipper and asked why I didn't
wear it.
"Well it is a bit too small and I found it uncomfortable to wear."
"Well I would like you to try it for me. It will give you a more
defined waist and help you look more feminine."
She added it to the pile of lingerie which also included white
pantyhose and the bra and girdle I had on earlier. She had me sit down
at her vanity and applied some blush, eye shadow, mascara and lipstick.
She told me that I really needed foundation as well, but that she would
have to buy a lighter shade for me. She then fitted the wig on me and
told me to get dressed and be sure to pad my bra. I followed her
instructions including the waist nipper which made it hard for me to
breathe. I met her downstairs.
"Nathan that is much better. You look more like a cleaning lady
already. I really think we should keep your skirt length as short as
possible, as your legs look darling without that hair. Also having your
waist pulled in makes a big difference. I'm going to look at other
padding options as well. You can work on more of your chores while I go
shopping for your needs. I will be back by 6, so plan on making supper
at 7."
I worked the rest of the day, trying to complete my chore list, only
taking a break late in the afternoon to put together a chicken and rice
casserole. Even though I worked constantly, I still had not finished
all of my assignments when Clarisse returned. She had me retrieve the
packages from her car, admonishing me not to look in them, and put them
in our bedroom. I started the casserole and then brought her a drink.
"Dinner will take about 45 minutes. I'll just slip upstairs to get out
of these clothes and then join you for a drink."
"Not yet Nathan, I think it would be best if you remain in your working
outfit for now. I rather enjoyed having you serve lunch to me today and
would like you to make it part of your service. Let me see your chore
list. Although you've made good progress on your chores, there is still
much to do. I think it might be a good idea for you to plan on working
the next few days on learning how to take care of the house and how to
present the proper image. I was able to get you most of what you'll
need to appear as I want you and it will help to practice applying your
cosmetics if you do it more than once a week."
"But can't I at least slip out of this waist cincher. It's cutting me
in two, making it hard to breathe. I can't imagine eating with it on."
"You silly girl, that's one of the benefits of waist shapers. If you
can't eat as much, then it will help you get thinner until it feels
more comfortable. Also, I bought another one. They will be a staple of
your uniform for a while, so you will just have to get used to it. It
will also remind you of what women were expected to do to meet men's
expectations of their appearance. We have to endure all types of
adjustments, modifications, and alterations just so they will find us
pretty and sexy. I mean isn't that what you wanted? Or is there some
other reason you wanted to dress up?"
"I do like foundations, but this seems so tight. The primary reason I
liked to dress is that I have a longing to wear heels, hose and skirts.
There is something about them that seem so right to me. I can't really
explain it but get such satisfaction when I wear them."
"Well Nathan, then you should enjoy the next few days, I expect you to
be fully dressed the whole time. By the way, calling you by your given
name when you are dressed as a woman seems wrong. Do you have another
name you use when dressed?"
"I've always thought of myself as Tiffany, so I guess that would be
it."
"Oh my, that is hilarious. You think of yourself as a Tiffany, you must
be kidding. That is a name more suited for a girl or young woman. I
think you are a bit too old for that. We need a name that is more from
our generation. What is it that the British call their pansies?"
"I think they refer to them as Nancy boys."
"Yes, that is it. I think Nancy would be about right. Put out one place
setting on the dining room table. I want you to serve me tonight.
You'll need some pointers on how to properly serve. After I'm done you
can eat in the kitchen. How about a refill, Nancy and let me relax
until dinner is served."
I was totally surprised by this turn of events, but dutifully followed
her orders. Dinner went well; she liked the casserole and instructed me
on how to present the food, clear dishes and refill drinks. It felt a
bit odd, eating by myself in the kitchen, but I soon had everything
straightened out and went upstairs to see what she had bought for me.
I stripped down to my panties so I could try on the new items. We went
through the purchases, one by one. She had bought another waist
cincher, this one in nude and had bought other matching shape wear and
bras in white and nude. To make me curvier, she had found a padded
girdle that gave me a rounder rump and wider hips. The lace bras were
all a c-cup. My other bras were only b-cups, as I had been partial to
smaller breasted woman, but she felt a larger size was better suited to
my frame. For my uniform, she had an assortment of short skirts, one
each in black, navy blue, pink and pale yellow. Each skirt was paired
with a short-sleeve or sleeveless top that had trim in a matching
color. After trying them on to ensure they fit, I put them in my closet
or dresser. Along with the clothes, Clarisse had bought a complete line
of cosmetics, appropriate for my skin color. She took some time to show
me how to apply each one, but said tomorrow I would need to do it all
myself so as to learn the techniques. She topped it off with a couple
of short diaphanous baby dolls. I changed into one and after applying
my nightly face cr?me and some skin lotions I went to bed.
That was when I got the next surprise. Clarisse was very aggressive in
bed, feeling my body and kissing me. She had never taken the lead in
bed, waiting for me to initiate sex. Tonight was different, but as we
got more excited, she shifted her body and using her hands forced my
head between her legs. This was another shocker; she had never openly
pushed me to go down on her before, as it was always my choice. But
now, she kept me there for an extended period, both responding to my
oral attention as well as giving me precise directions on how I was to
kiss and lick her there. After her third orgasm, she moved so she was
astride my face and while I continued to bury my face in her pussy, she
stroked and rubbed my cock leading me to a thunderous orgasm. After we
both cleaned up, we fell asleep quickly, my mind still reeling from
this aggressive sexual experience from her.
The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. I started each day by
rising at 7, getting cleaned up, dressed and made up. I then went down
to work on minor chores until Clarisse arose at 9. I would get her
breakfast and start my daily chores. She seemed to be more demanding
each day, either adding more chores or making me work harder on each
one to satisfy her. Surprisingly she kept extending my time in skirts
and insisted I do this routine for the next month, I learned all the
household skills and began to develop some flair for cooking, learning
a new recipe Clarisse would suggest each day. My only time in male
clothes was to run errands. I did buy matching heels for each of my new
skirts, at her insistence, and was becoming quite proficient at my
cosmetic applications. I even got my ears pierced at a shop in the
mall. She had also ordered a new wig and a pair of breast forms which
came in the mail. She delighted in my new bust and complemented me
often on how curvy I now looked. She especially liked me to attach
them with the adhesive and wear them under my baby dolls to bed, where
I repeated my oral service to her. My new skills extended to cosmetics
learning how to apply them and begin to look passable as a woman. As a
bonus, I lost nearly 5 more pounds since I rarely ate full meals with
my waist cinched tightly.
Although this was somewhat of a dream come true, wearing heels and
skirts so often, I began to get a bit tired of it. I mean heels are
sexy, but doing chores all day, every day took a lot of the appeal
away. By the end of the day my calves and feet ached. Also the added
effort to shave, moisturize my skin, and apply and then remove
cosmetics took much of my free time. It seemed I rarely did anything I
wanted on my own. But I knew that in another week, a break was coming.
For almost a year, I had planned a trip with a couple of my college
buddies to volunteer at a national park helping them catalog old
documents and artifacts. It was originally planned as a way to see old
friends and do some nice volunteer activity. Now it would also be a
break from my constant female experience. When it came time to go,
Clarisse agreed to let me take only male clothes and I was determined
not to shave anywhere for the whole two weeks.
At first it was a bit awkward around the guys, but luckily no one said
anything about my smooth legs or underarms. After being in a feminine
mind set for so long, I had to focus on moving like a man and not using
the soft, slightly higher octaves when I spoke. I kept my hair in a
ponytail and quit worrying about my personal attire. I hadn't realized
how nice it was to let everything go and not have to worry about
keeping my hair, skin, and nails so neat and pretty. It was also
relaxing not being tightly bound by girdles or waist cinchers or having
to walk in heels all the time. But to be honest after a week or so, I
did miss getting to be feminine occasionally. It was obvious that is
really a critical part of me and I couldn't imagine not doing it
sometimes. On the flight back, as I sat in the plane scratching my
scraggly beard I planned what I was going to say to Clarisse. I now
knew how to keep the house clean and could do it with no more than 2
days a week. I would tell her that I would keep myself presentable, but
would not dress as a woman all the time. Also, I could wear opaque
tights, and high collar, long sleeve blouses to avoid shaving. I had it
all worked out. When she picked me up at the airport she gave me a big
hug and smiled at me. We got in the car and started the drive home.
"Nathan I missed you so much. I didn't realize how much I'd come to
depend on you around the house. I have to admit the house is a mess.
The laundry is overflowing and everything needs to be dusted, mopped or
cleaned. I see you took your male fling seriously, although I hope you
realize how silly that patchwork beard looks. With your long hair it
makes you look like a vagrant. I understand your desire for male
bonding with your friends, but it's time now to resume your household
responsibilities."
When we arrived home, she told me to leave the luggage in the trunk of
the car and we could get it later, as she had a surprise for me first.
She took me by the hand, told me to close my eyes and led me down the
hall, past the kitchen. I could sense we were headed to her old sewing
room next to the laundry, but had no idea why. Finally she pulled me
into the room and said I could open my eyes. I was shocked at what I
saw. The wall separating the sewing and laundry rooms had been
partially removed, forming a larger room with only a doorway and a
waist high bar separating them. The sewing room had been changed into a
small bedroom, with white furniture. It now held a single canopy-bed, a
vanity with mirror, and a lingerie chest. A small television was
mounted on the bar. A white chair rail ran around both rooms; the walls
were papered with wallpaper of large pastel-colored spring flowers
below it and light yellow paint above. I looked around hoping this was
not what it looked like. Finally I turned to look at Clarisse.
"Isn't it cute? I had a contractor come in and do everything while I
shopped for the furniture and accessories. The room was a mess for a
while but it turned out just like I designed it. I knew you needed
someplace like this. Once I began to see how beneficial you were to the
household, how I really enjoyed having you take control of the day-to-
day maintenance, and how you were beginning to fully adapt to a female
role, I felt guilty about having you confined in my bedroom. I knew you
were happy finally getting to release your inner feminine self, but my
restrictions were unfair. I mean I wanted you to be up early, so as to
be ready to serve me when I awoke. But that meant you had to sneak
around to take your shower, do your hair and makeup, and get dressed,
all without making any noise to wake me. Now you can get ready, as you
please with no chance that you'll bother me. Also, by combining it with
the laundry, you can iron later at night and still watch TV or relax in
your own space. I also had the bath across the hall styled the same
way, using the same paint and wallpaper scheme and updating the
fixtures to a more feminine style. It's like you have your first
woman's apartment and for me, private quarters for my maid. I also have
another surprise for you upstairs in my bedroom. But first, I want you
to strip out of those inappropriate clothes, take a shower and get
cleaned up. That means shaving fully too. Your male adventure is over,
and it is time to return to your true, feminine identity."
Clarisse was beaming. I couldn't believe what she had done, but found
it impossible to protest without hurting her feelings. I could tell she
had invested a lot of time and energy in this makeover and to flatly
reject it would be hurtful. Also, my inner girl was crying to be let
out, maybe more so than I wanted to admit to myself. So I figured I
would go along for now and once I dropped back to a 2-day schedule, I
would use this area during that time. I took off my clothes, which she
asked me to give her, and went to take my shower. The bath was as she
described it and was fully stocked with all my personal, female-based,
items. I was a little sad to shave off my body hair and beard, but
again consoled myself that it could grow out at any time. Once I was
all smooth and clean, I dried my hair and put it in a ponytail as I had
when I was with my male friends, but this time it was higher up in a
feminine look. I put on some light makeup, slipped on the robe and
high-heeled slippers Clarisse had left for me and went up to our
bedroom. Walking again in the heeled slippers reminded me both of why
I loved them, but what a physical sacrifice they were. She was sitting
in the large stuffed chair by the window. A dress bag and a couple of
wrapped boxes were placed on our bed.
"Oh Nancy, that looks much better. I bet you feel better too, as this
now seems like your real persona rather than being Nathan. Nothing
feels as nice as smooth skin after you shave. I see you haven't
forgotten anything about your makeup either. What I really like is how
long your hair looks; we need to get you to my stylist so you can have
your own hair-do and stop using wigs every day. But first I have a
special treat for you, a couple of welcome home gifts. Go ahead you can
open them."
I opened the larger box first. Inside was a steely-gray lace corset
with a built-in bra and attached garters. There was a tiny lace G-
string and some lace-top stockings as well, both in a matching gray
shade. The second box contained a pair of gray pumps, coordinated to
the lingerie. Finally Clarisse told me to open the dress bag. I took
out a gray cotton dress trimmed in white eyelet lace; there was also a
white half-apron and hair band pinned to the hanger. The dress had a
full skirt, flared out from the hip, but short. The sleeves were just
elbow length and it had a V-neck with narrow collars. The hem, cuffs
and collar were all trimmed in a white eyelet lace, with a gray satin
ribbon woven through the lace. The trim was repeated on the apron and
hair band so they all matched. It was obviously a maid's uniform.
I would have absolutely loved it before with no second thoughts. But
now it reflected a bigger change in my life. It would not be just a
darling feminine outfit, to be worn for sexy effect. It was a true
uniform; one that Clarisse certainly expected me to wear when I served
her. But again, I couldn't bring myself to object, her feelings were
still very important to me and the outfit was appealing. I could see
her smile and knew she expected me to love it. So I gushed over how
pretty it was and did as she suggested and started putting it on. She
tightened up the laces on the corset, showing me how to do it, so I
could achieve the same look by myself. Even though I was now as skinny
as I had ever been, the corset was very tight; it had reduced my waist
to about 26 inches, down from my normal 30. I knew if I wore it often I
would invariably loose more weight as I couldn't imagine eating
anything while constrained like this; I could hardly breathe with it
on. The bra cups had gel pads so I had a bit of cleavage with my smooth
chest, a look that thrilled me inside. The stockings slid up my newly
denuded legs and I must admit I loved how they looked and felt. Again,
my inner self loved putting on hosiery, especially sexy stockings. The
G-string was another matter. I had never liked this style of panty as
my cock, although not big, never stayed restrained by the small
triangle of cloth in front and you couldn't really tuck yourself. It
covered me when I put it on, but I knew as I moved around my penis
would be dangling outside of it. With the lingerie on, I slipped into
the dress. It fit perfectly, as did the shoes. With the apron and hair
band, I looked completely like an upscale maid. Clarisse was ecstatic.
I looked in the mirror and did a slight twirl. I loved the look,
especially knowing how sexy the lingerie was below it, even if my new
corset was a bit tight. She saw my reaction in the mirror and was
pleased.
"Nancy that looks so pretty; it is even better than I imagined. Not
only do you look darling, even a bit sexy, but you still look like a
totally professional domestic. Don't you just love it? I felt like you
needed something special, something as a reward for becoming my maid,
something that would give you pleasure when you saw yourself. It took
me a while to find the right combination but it think this is just
about perfect. What do you think?"
"It is beautiful. I've never seen a prettier, sexier maid uniform. It
is so nice, but you didn't have to do this for me. I would have been
satisfied with my old outfits, but thank you for being so thoughtful.
My only concern is the panty. I never really liked G-string styles. I
mean they look sexy at first, but when I move they don't hold me in
place down there. I told you that when we were looking at lingerie
before."
"I knew you would say that, but I have a solution that I'll show you in
a minute. I just wanted you to have that sexy, bare butt look under
your skirts and knew that a G-string would look so cute. I loved the
idea of my prim maid, being just a bit of a hussy under her well-
tailored uniform. I had faith that you'd love the uniform and lingerie
as much as me, so I ordered five more complete sets. All you have to do
is go select the colors. Although from the looks of it, I'd suggest you
could also have them hem your skirt an inch shorter. The more you can
show off those pretty legs the better. Now let's take care of your
issue with the panty. Come stand in front of me and I'll take care of
your concerns."
I did as she asked. Clarisse told me to lift up my skirt. Then she
reached up and pulled down the panty. She opened a box that she had on
her lap and took out a small metal device. Grabbing my flaccid penis,
she worked the device over it, so that a metal band fit tightly behind
my balls and around the base of my penis. The shaft was pushed into a
triangular sheath that curved downward. Once my penis was secure in the
sheath, she ratcheted the band until everything was held snuggly and
then used a small lock to secure the band and sheath. Of course, I
could only see part of this, as her hands and my cock were partially
hidden by my upheld skirt. I sensed what she was doing, but was floored
by her aggressive move. Finally, she tugged on it lightly and it was
apparent that it was not coming loose, so she pulled up the panty which
now nicely covered the triangle sheath.
"How about that for solving your concerns with tiny panties? You
shouldn't have any problems now with your little manhood flapping
about. I thought about your comments and came across this on the
internet while looking for something else. I knew when I saw it that it
would solve your issue with G-string and thong panties. How does it
feel?"
I couldn't believe what had just happened. I thought I could just get
her to buy a hipster or bikini panty that would be snug for me. Her
choice of a chastity device was totally unexpected. We had never
discussed this and I didn't fancy having my cock locked up.
"It feels a little strange, but it is lighter than it looks."
"Good, is it too snug or tight anywhere?"
"I don't think so; nothing feels like it is pinching."
"Great, I liked the idea as soon as I saw it. As long as you wear this
panty-guard you should be able to sport any style of tiny panty you
desire. It also will keep you from poking out if you get erect and
ruining the appearance of your uniform or dresses. Now that we have
that settled, I have a couple of needs for you to satisfy. I want you
to make me some lunch. A sandwich will be fine for me and I think there
is enough lettuce for a small salad for you. Then you can begin your
house chores. I put together a daily schedule for you and it is on the
refrigerator. Of course you'll have to play catch up at first to make
up for the time you were off, but if you work a little later each day
you should be okay. I'll help you by not requiring dinner tonight. I
have a previous engagement planned and will be out late. Do you have
any questions for me?"
'I understand everything but you didn't give me a key for my panty-
guard. I'd like to keep one in my room."
"Oh Nancy, you can be so funny sometimes. I don't think you need a key
yet. I want you to wear it for a while to get fully used to it. You
should be able to go to the bathroom or bathe with it on, and there
isn't any other reason to remove it, is there. I mean unless you want
to masturbate. Do you want to play with your little buddy rather than
me? I've gotten where I love having your face between my legs, like my
secret lesbian lover."
I blushed furiously as she spoke. We both knew that I occasionally
masturbated, especially when I would dress up, but neither of us had
spoken about it. It was embarrassing to admit to her that I wanted a
key for that, but my wanting a key was more about control than sex. We
both understood that with me locked up and without a key, she would
have ultimate control of our relationship. Despite her referring to it
as a panty-guard, it was a chastity device. I didn't really want to
agree to let her keep the keys, but the way she presented it I had no
choice. I shook my head no to indicate that the discussion was over.
"Well that's more like it Nancy. That reminds me I spoke with a couple
of ladies that employ professional maid services about how they address
their domestics and how the help addresses them. Based on their
experiences I think I will continue to just call you by your first
name, but I want you to address me as Miss Clarisse when you are in
uniform. I think a bit of formality is justified, but didn't like being
call Madam or Ma'am. Both seem suited for older women and I like to
think we are still younger. So please try to use that bit of formality
from now on, okay."
"Yes Miss Clarisse."
"Much better, Nancy, now before lunch I missed having you between my
legs. So kneel down here and show me what a good girl you can be."
She smiled and waved me down. I had to admit I had missed this too. I
eagerly knelt down, while she slipped off her panties. I soon had my
face in her pussy, tasting her sweetness again. Even though I was now
locked away, my cock hardened as much as it could while I pleased her.
The straining against the metal felt exciting in a different way and I
began to realize that this might actually increase my pleasure, even it
was delayed for a while. After multiple orgasms, Clarisse was happy and
sent me away to start my chores. Dismissed, I went down to repair my
slightly smeared makeup, prepare lunch and look at her schedule.
Clarisse had escalated my role as servant much more than I ever
expected. Her requirement about how I address her and the uniform were
statements about how she saw our relative positions in the household.
She had me busy from 7 AM through dinner and clean up to 8 PM. Some of
the chores seemed excessive, like buffing the silver ware every
Thursday and polishing all of her shoes once a week. To some extent it
looked like Clarisse was just trying to keep me busy all the time. She
had a note that she wanted me to change her bed linens daily, and
replace them with freshly ironed ones. I could tell that would take a
while and again it seemed excessive. As I prepared the food, I saw my
reflection in the mirror in the hall just outside the kitchen.
Although, I knew Clarisse had escalated my commitment to being
feminine, seeing how I looked did give me a thrill. She had done a
wonderful job on my outfit, somehow pushing all the buttons for what
appealed to me in women's wear. I served her lunch and she complimented
me on remembering proper etiquette as I served her. I spent the rest of
the afternoon cleaning the kitchen and doing dishes, she had left quite
a mess while I was gone. About 6:30 she came down, dressed sexily in a
short black silk dress with high heels. I saw again why I found her as
attractive as she looked very sexy. Seeing her like that made my cock
throb in its new chastity device, my reaction confirmed my fears about
being under her control; I worried about letting her dictate
everything, but it also excited me. I had to admit I missed going down
on her, held tightly between her legs on my trip and wanted to be there
right now.
"Nancy, I want you to enjoy being home again. So don't work too late;
you will have time this week to get everything back on track. Tomorrow
just dress in your usual skirt and top, with appropriate lingerie, but
only put on some lipstick. I'll want you to change and run some errands
later in the day."
I worked until 8 and decided to get undressed before I ate as I still
felt constrained by my new corset. After taking off my clothes, I
looked for some of my old male t-shirts and pants to change in to but
there were no male clothes in my new room. Slipping on one of my baby
dolls, a peignoir, and some high heel slippers, I went upstairs to the
master bedroom to look for my old clothes, again without success. I ate
a light supper and being tired I went to bed, although still bothered
by not finding any of my male clothing, including the ones I had just
brought back from my trip nor were there any shoes that didn't have
high heels. But despite my worries, as I lay in bed, I lightly fingered
as much of my cock as I could through the chastity tube, wishing I
could be eating Clarisse. Finally I fell asleep. I woke up early, not
even needing my alarm as I had gotten started early each day on my
trip. I dressed as Clarisse had indicated and started more chores. She
came down as usual at 9 and I served her breakfast. As she ate she
explained what errands were to be done that day.
"Nancy I had planned on you just picking up some groceries and
selecting your uniform colors today, but I was able to get you an
appointment with Sherry, my stylist. She will see you at 11. That will
give you an hour or so to go to the stores to finalize your outfits
before you see her. I bought the dresses at Uniform Plus on Collier
Avenue. They had a standard uniform that could be customized, so I
added the lace trim and shortened it. They have a wide array of pastel
colors you can pick for your everyday uniform. I have also ordered a
more formal style dress in black, so you can have a traditional maid
dress too. After you select your colors, the saleslady will give you a
swatch of each color that you can take to Bridal Lace Expressions on
State Street. They have corsets, panties, and shoes that can be dyed to
match your uniform colors. They also have a selection of lace top
stockings that can complete the outfit, although I suggest you stick
with basic colors, as they don't have pastels. Sherry's shop is on West
End Road, about 2 miles from the bridal boutique. I told her how I want
your hair done and her staff will also do your nails and makeup. You
can then swing by the grocery before coming home."
Her description of my errands seemed daunting, as I could see being
pretty embarrassed, but my main concern was what I would wear. I didn't
want to go anywhere in my female clothes, but did not know where she
had put my regular clothes.
"Miss Clarisse, I couldn't find my regular clothes last night. Where
did you put my pants and shirts? I'll need to change to run my
errands."
"You mean Nathan's clothes? I didn't feel you needed them anymore so I
gave most of them to charity; I'll drop off the rest you had from your
trip while I'm out. I do have a woman's pantsuit and some flats you can
wear for your errands. I'll put them out on my bed after I get dressed.
I thought it would be a good compromise, as you certainly wouldn't want
to leave Sherry's shop all made up and wearing a man's clothes. This
way you'll look appropriate before and after. Just wear your panties,
padded girdle and a matching bra without forms; I still want you to be
properly dressed, even when running errands."
I nodded my head as if I understood her logic, but was quite disturbed
to hear that she had taken my male clothes. I didn't want to spend all
my time as a woman. I liked doing it, but I still wanted to go out and
see my friends, play golf, or visit our Club. I decided that I would
talk with Clarisse after I ran my errands today. We would need to set
more realistic guidelines for my household duties. Once I had finished
cleaning up from breakfast I went upstairs to change. The suit was on
the bed. Thankfully it was a sedate brown color with a beige pinstripe.
The pants had a high waistline and zipped up the back, while the jacket
was short extending only to the waist, with a single button. She had
included a beige sleeveless mock turtleneck top and the shoes were a
tasseled loafer, thankfully without heels. Once I had everything on, I
looked at myself in the mirror. I presented a rather androgynous look,
with a masculine face and slightly feminine clothes. I decided it was
better than any alternative I could come up with. Clarisse had also
gotten me a small handbag that matched the outfit. When I had suggested
it might not be necessary, she pointed out that the pants lacked rear
pockets and I would need to carry the swatches from one store to
another. Again I was not pleased but not sure what else to do, I put my
wallet in the purse and left to do my errands. She followed me out the
door to head to another charity planning meeting, telling me she would
be back by my return.
I was able to find the uniform shop rather easily, once I mentioned
Clarisse, the clerk recognized the sale and asked me about the fit and
how I liked the uniform. Blushingly I replied to her questions, adding
only that the rest of the skirts needed to be hemmed an inch shorter.
She smiled and wrote down the change mentioning that she and Clarisse
had discussed that possibility when she made her first purchase.
However, to get the same flare to the skirt, I would need a bit of a
petticoat with the shorter length, but luckily it would only increase
the cost slightly. The underskirts wouldn't be overly noticeable,
mostly providing just more volume. They would be attached to the skirt,
in a neutral white, but they could be personalized with lace at the hem
and a satin ribbon that would matched the other items in the outfit;
thus if the underskirt did show when I bent over or turned too fast, it
would be attractive. Seeing no other options and becoming increasingly
more embarrassed as we talked about my feminized uniform, I agreed to
add the petticoats. The uniform color choices included several pastels
as well as darker shades such as navy, forest green and brown. The
clerk showed me the pastels, indicating that Clarisse had specified
that the remaining uniforms were to be light in color. Given no choice
to pick more conservative colors, I selected a pale lemon yellow, baby
blue, mint green, peach, and light pink. The clerk told me the
uniforms would take about 2 weeks to be made to our specifications and
gave me color swatches to use for the matching items. Although I was a
bit embarrassed, the lady was nice and did not act as if it was unusual
for a wife to buy maid uniforms for her husband. I left and went
straight to the bridal shop.
Unlike the first store, this shop was quite busy and it took a few
minutes until a young lady was free to wait on me. I mentioned the
order Clarisse had made and when she looked it up, she could hardly
contain a giggle. She asked if I had color swatches and then proceeded
to record the rest of the order. She seemed to relish asking me if we
wanted the same style corset and panty, smiling smugly as I answered.
When she asked if I wanted more lace top stockings, I stammered out
that I need them in white, black, dark brown and tan, getting several
of each. With each question from her, I was getting more and more
embarrassed. Her final question was about shoes; they had a choice of
styles and she was sure I love them all. I decided on strappy sandals
in yellow and green, pumps in blue and pointed-toe sling backs in peach
and pink. The entire time the clerk snickered and made little comments
about how nice each item would look, what a feminine color that was or
how sexy something was. I was about as embarrassed as I had ever been.
Similar to the uniform order, she said it would be about 2 weeks for
them to arrive. Finally, with all my items ordered, I left with her
good-bye ma'am ringing in my ears.
I was running a bit late so I hurried to the stylist, almost forgetting
that I was going to a public place to become more feminine looking.
Entering the salon, I was greeted by the receptionist and soon was
talking with Sherry. She looked at my hair, running her fingers through
it as she talked about my new style. She said that Clarisse's
preference would be a good style for me, but she wanted to adjust my
hair color to cover the gray and add some highlights. Not knowing what
else to do, I just agreed with her suggestions. She went right to work
wrapping me in a leopard print cape and applying the color cr?me to my
entire head. She then sectioned smaller portions of hair to apply a
stronger dye to add highlights. Each section was wrapped in foil until
she felt enough areas had been done. I spent about 20 minutes under a
drier. Removing the foil pieces she shampooed and rinsed my hair and
then began to cut it. She wasn't really removing much length, but
mostly shaping and layering the hair. Once she was finished she put my
hair in rollers added a hair net and sent me to see the nail
technician. I should have been humiliated by now, but I was excited if
a bit apprehensive about how I would look.
She was a bubbly little woman who chatted on as if she had known me for
years. She started right in with a pedicure and then smoothly switched
to applying short gel nails to my fingers. It was apparent that
Clarisse had outlined what she wanted as well and soon I had nice oval
shaped nails in a matching shade of coral on my toes and fingers. I
could see how much more feminine my hands looked and couldn't imagine
how I would run errands or do anything without appearing as a woman.
The lady then showed me where to go to get my makeup done.
I didn't quite understand why Clarisse had this service scheduled, but
it was obvious that the salon staff had their orders and what I felt
was needed was not a consideration. The esthetician looked at my face
in a scrutinizing manner very similar to what Sherry had done when
looking at my hair. She smiled at me but didn't really engage in
conversation. Finally she just bluntly told me that I needed some
shaping of my brows and false eyelashes to make my eyes more feminine
and noticeable. She efficiently went to work, waxing my brows first and
then applying makeup. She did not rush through the work, but took her
time as she would step back to look at my overall facial appearance. I
could see nothing at this point, but could tell that my lashes were
much thicker and longer. She had described how to attach the false
lashes and told me some tips about other make-up as she applied the
foundation, blush, eye shadow, liner, and lipstick. The colors were
slightly richer than I had been using with the lipstick matching my
nail polish. Sherry came by just as she finished and I went to her
chair so she could take out the curlers and style my hair, spraying it
heavily as she combed it in place.
Once she was done, she spun the chair so I faced the mirror and I could
see the results. My hair style had gone from a side part with my
longer hair pulled back to a style with short bangs, and the long hair
combed up and back and then curled under at my neck. The length was
less than before but the style was totally feminine especially with my
new color and highlights. The makeup supported the feminine
appearance, as my brows were now much thinner and arched outward. The
false eyelashes gave me a more sultry appearance; the esthetician was
certainly skilled at her job. My face looked much more like a woman's
than I would have ever thought possible. I loved how I looked but
couldn't keep but thinking that this was a much further step into
appearing female full time than I had ever considered. Just as I was
getting ready to go, Sherry brought me a small tote bag and told me
that Clarisse had come by and left this for me.
I opened the bag and read a short note in it. She expected me to change
into the clothes in the bag and then call her. I reluctantly went to
the bathroom to look at what she had put in the bag. Taking out the
items, I could see that Clarisse had put a skirt that matched the
jacket, some dark brown stockings, matching brown peep-toe pumps,
dangly earrings, and a pair of breast forms. I slid off my pants,
attached the hose to the garters on my girdle and then stepped into the
skirt. It fell about mid-thigh, just below the top of the stockings.
The pumps had 4 inch heels and showed off my polished toes. Taking off
the jacket and lifting up my top, I inserted the forms into my bra
cups. The forms had large nipples that projected through the sheer bra.
I smoothed out the mock neck and put the jacket back on. The earrings
completed the look, hanging down below my new hairdo. I could see in
the sink mirror that I now looked totally like a woman and although I
was a little miffed at Clarisse for surprising me like this, I had to
admit that it made passing much easier than without the clothes
changes. I called her after I thanked Sherry and her staff and headed
to my car. Being on the phone as I walked for the first time in public
as a woman, kept me from truly thinking about how I would have panicked
about this just a day or so ago. Now given my totally feminine
appearance, it seemed more suited to me than I would have liked to
admit.
"Hello Nancy, I assume you just finished at Sherry's salon. I'm sure
you look darling; I know she does great work. How do you like it?"
"Your right, they do wonderful work. I think I look much more feminine
now than before. I just wish you had told me what they had planned.
With my new nails, arched brows, and hair color, it will be hard to
appear masculine now without a lot of effort."
"Well that won't be something to worry about for a while. I think you
need total immersion as a woman so that you can truly appreciate it. I
do have another surprise for you before you go to the grocery. You are
just up the road from the Department of Motor Vehicles. I want you to
go there and ask for Margaret. She is an old friend of mine and I've
asked her to help you out. She knows what to do, just follow her
instructions. See you in a while."
"I don't know about that. The DMV is not a place I want to go while
dressed; I mean I'm not even sure it is legal for me to be dressed this
way. They might arrest me. I would rather not unless it was absolutely
necessary."
"Well you most certainly will go. Margaret is expecting you and I've
gone to a lot of trouble to arrange this. Just use that low, soft,
breathy voice you've been practicing at home. If you look as nice as I
expect you do, there will be no problems. I don't want to be
disappointed today Nancy."
With that she hung up. I was really nervous about this, but didn't feel
like I had a choice; it reminded me of being on a roller coaster. Once
you start the ride you can't change anything until it was over. I found
the building and went to the main desk to ask for Margaret. My legs
were wobbly in my heels, my hands shook a bit, and my voice trembled as
I spoke. The receptionist looked at me a bit oddly, but showed me her
line and I took a number. Luckily it wasn't too crowded and after about
30 nervous minutes, she called my number. Margaret was a fairly typical
looking woman with brown hair, neatly styled, a pretty face, lightly
made up and wearing casual business pants and blouse. I went up to her,
cleared my throat and tried to think what to say. My face was red, and
I felt a small bead of sweat run down my back. I decided just to
introduce myself, since I wasn't sure what Clarisse had planned.
"Hello, I'm Clarisse Booth's husband. She told me she had spoken with
you about me coming by today?"
"Oh yes, Clarisse did talk with me. But I would have never guessed you
were her spouse. You are so attractive and seem so feminine. I guess I
was expecting someone more mannish and rough around the edges. Well
just let me see your driver's license and we can get started."
I looked in my purse and gave her my card. She took it, typed in some
numbers into her computer and after a short wait began to work on the
file on the screen. She seemed to mostly know the answers, but at one
point did ask me about my weight. My license had my old weight of 170
pounds, but she said I looked much trimmer than that and smiled at me
when I told her my weight was now just 145. After about 5 minutes, she
looked back up at me.
"I think I have all the changes, just sign with your new name and we
can take your photo. I'd suggest you take off your blazer, it will give
you a nicer photo without it"
She indicated an electronic signature pad and after a brief hesitation
I signed Nancy Booth, using the name I thought she must be referring
to. After she looked at my signature she stood up and I reached for my
old license that was in her hand. But she did not look at me; rather
she calmly dropped the card into a shredder. Although a bit stunned at
that action, I removed my jacket as she had suggested and followed her
into a small room where a camera was set up. She told me to smile and
had me adjust my body slightly, with my arms folded across my stomach
under my bust. She took a couple of photos and finally indicated she
liked one and punched a couple of buttons. I could hear a printer first
and then a laminator whir until it spit out a card which she handed to
me.
"I think it turned out really nice. I usually have a head shot for men,
but often for women I zoom out a bit so that more of the body is
visible. That was definitely the best choice for you. You should be all
set and good luck with your transition."
With that she smiled and turned to go back to her desk and the next
customer. I stood there not quite believing what had happened, just
looking at my new license. It indicated that I was Nancy Booth, a
female, 5 foot 7 inches, 145 lbs., with blonde hair and blue eyes. The
photo was taken so that it showed me from just under my breasts upward.
It showed a very attractive female with obviously large breasts, in
fact you could even see the nipples protruding through my top. My old
identity as Nathan Booth, a man was now shredded and all I had was an
official document formalizing me as a female. This was totally
unexpected and I was not sure why Clarisse had done this or even what I
would have to do to get my real license back. The only thing I knew
was that I needed to leave before something else unexpected happened. I
hurriedly put on my jacket, in part to cover my nipples. Even though I
knew they were just plastic projections, I felt a little embarrassed by
them. They reminded me of what I thought when I saw a woman in similar
condition. I was lost in my thoughts as I drove to the grocery. I was
lucky that I had a list or I wouldn't have remembered what I was
looking for. This errand was like a blur; I went about my shopping
thinking totally of the events at the DMV, not even being concerned
when the clerks referred to me as miss and offering to help take my
items to my car. I finished as soon as I could and left for home.
By the time I arrived, I was quite mad. I was ready to face Clarisse
about the whole situation, which had culminated at the DMV. Ever since
I returned from my trip, she had run me toward femininity like an
express train. Now it was time to slam on the brakes. I entered the
house and put the cold items away and was just ready to look for
Clarisse, when she entered the kitchen.
"Oh my goodness, don't you just look lovely! Sherry has really out done
herself; your hair is gorgeous, your nails look perfect, and the way
they did your makeup gives you such a feminine face. I'm sure you are
absolutely thrilled. I assume everything went well with Margaret? I
can't wait to see your new license. Where is it?"
I was aggravated by her overwhelming endorsement of my new look. For
her everything that had occurred to me was just as she wanted. Again
this was a far cry from how I saw it. I took a second to keep my cool,
I wanted to let her know that I didn't like what had happened but I
needed to object in a logical manner.
"I'm sure you think everything does look darling, but what about how I
feel? The changes you orchestrated do make me much more convincing as a
woman, but they also limit my choices. How can I appear as a man now? I
can't just undo my hair, change my nails, or fill in my eyebrows at a
moment's notice. They are all overtly feminine. Your changes do make me
much more passable as a woman but not passable as a man. What about my
driver's license? It even lists me as a woman now, with a