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The Dress It was shortly after the 38th birthday of Kevin Gordon that the clouds of depression came rolling in. He was a funk. There was no other way to describe it. He took to lying in bed on weekday mornings instead of playing tennis. He stayed home at night rather than go to the movies. He didn't joke much, didn't talk much. Except for his wife, Tina, he was a hermit, keeping the outside world at an arm's distance. Tina worried. She asked him what was wrong a dozen times a day. She cooked for him. She took to touching his hand, lightly, just to let him know she was there. She insisted he go shopping with her, just to get him out of the house. He had always been so funny, so clever. That was what had attracted her to him to start with. He made her laugh. For most of her life, she had been attracted to big men, football players and weightlifters, jocks with peas for brains. But Kevin was a small man, and quick like a switchblade. When she was with Kevin, she never stopped smiling. But no more. These days, Kevin seemed to have a bottomless soul. He seemed to drain a room of its energy when he went inside, to spread his dark mood to all corners. Was it that he was nearing 40? Was it something else? Tina talked to her friends. She saw a marriage counselor, although Kevin didn't accompany her. She talked to Kevin's mother. No one had any ideas. Kevin was not into drugs, and he didn't gamble, and he sipped more than drank. It wasn't chemical. He didn't cheat, and things were fine at work, and things had been great between Tina and Kevin. It wasn't relationships. The two weren't into kink, and they didn't have other partners. It wasn't sex. It was just a storm of the soul. Tina didn't know if it would ever clear up. * * * The days dragged on, and the gloom continued. Tina loved her husband, so she waited patiently for his mood to clear. She wondered how deep the depression ran. Were there dark thoughts? Harmful thoughts? Were things okay with his parents? At his job? She paid close attention to Kevin, to see if there was any suggestion of what might be the matter. Nothing. She tried to draw him into conversations about politics, religion, sports, sex, movies. Nothing. She thought about having him hypnotized, but she wasn't even sure if she believed in that or not. She tried to increase their sexual activity. Nothing. They shopped for cars, and Kevin talked about the practicality and the appearance, but it was as if he didn't really care, that he was going through the motions. They shopped for electronics, but not even the new gadgets impressed him, and they had always impressed him. They shopped for pets - he had always wanted a dog - but he never even petted one. She could feel them drifting apart from the apathy. She feared for their marriage. She loved Kevin as much as ever, but could they survive the silence? She didn't know. Then, one random afternoon in October, a quirky thing happened out of the blue that changed everything. Accident? Providence? Who knows? They were in the Party Store, looking for Halloween Costumes for their annual party. They had done this since before they were married. Hamlet and Ophelia. Pocahontas and John Rolfe. Batman and Cat woman. They were wandering through the store, and they got separated. Tina stopped at a Dorothy and Tin Man costume set and wanted to show it to Kevin. But he was nowhere to be found. A little peeved, she went looking through the store. And there he stood, staring at a display of a black-and-white maid's dress as if it were a Picasso. His jaw was slack, and his eyes were fixed on the material hanging there. The cloth shimmered in the afternoon light. He reached and touched it as reverently as if we're the Shroud of Turin. This is the way Bruce Wayne looked at the Batsuit, how Steve rodgers looked at the Mr. America outfit. There is a sparkle that a really special uniform brings on. This was like that. Think of a poor priest looking at the Papal robes. Like that. There was a bit of pink piping on the arms. The sleeves were puffy, and the petticoats seemed to go on forever. There was a mop cap pinned above it, and there were a pair of black heels underneath. There were fishnet stockings, also pinned to the wall. Black heels were on the floor. Wow. "It's pretty, isn't it?" Tina finally said. Kevin nodded. "Yes," he whispered. Catching himself, he added, "You'd look great in it." "Me? You sure you don't want it for you?" "Don't be silly," Kevin said, still gazing adoringly at the garment. "I'm not silly, silly," Tina said. "You know most maid's dresses sold at Halloween are to men. Half of them throughout the year." "How do you know that?" Kevin asked. "I don't know," she said. "I heard it somewhere. Maid's dresses, cheerleader outfits and wedding dresses. All of them are really big with the trans crowd, God love them. Do you like it?" "I guess," Kevin said, blushing. "You want it?" "Of course not," he said. "I'm not gay." "Wearing a dress doesn't make you gay, ninny," she said. "Did you know most transvestites are straight? I read that in People." "Do you think the people at People are straight?" Kevin said. Tina smiled. Kevin had made a funny, his first one in weeks. It wasn't amazingly funny, but hey, any port in a storm. Tina remembered a conversation the two of them had had a couple of weeks earlier. It was about maids, too. A new service was advertising, The Gray Ladies, and Kevin had brought it up. It seemed to interest him. Could there be something of a theme there? "Let's buy it," she said finally. "I want it." She didn't say why, or who she wanted it for. They were roughly the same size, so Kevin supposed it could be for either of them. That shouldn't matter, he reminded himself. Put that out of your mind. But he never could. * * * The next morning, Tina asked Kevin if he could make breakfast. She was running late for work, and wouldn't he be a dear, and just eggs-and- toast would do. In reality, Tina had a plan. She wondered if Kevin was attracted by submissiveness. She was going to nudge him toward some chores and see how long it took him to rebel. Hell, she didn't know anything about domination. Just a few articles she had read. That's all. She wondered what could have triggered this in her husband. As she understood it, most of those who knelt did so as young men. Had Kevin been repressing himself for years? Had it just emerged? Was there a moment when he was a child when the resident maid might have made an impression? What triggered transvestism at an advanced age? Or might she be wrong? Everything was possible. The coming days would tell. She thought about it. Kevin had always been good about splitting the household chores. His attitudes about life were liberal; she had never heard a gay or transgender slur. Still, it wasn't like she had ever caught him in her clothing, not the way her friend Becky had caught her husband. What would it mean? Was Kevin gay? She didn't think so, but what did she know? And if he was, what did that mean to her and to their marriage? Was he a transvestite? Was he a submissive? Was he prepared to experiment? Hell, did he even know? That morning, Kevin cooked their breakfast, and he cleaned the dishes. He poured the coffee. Tina smiled. She asked him if he got home from work before her if he could handle the ironing. Oh, and could he turn down the crock-pot? That would be darling if he could. It went on that way. Tina kept adding chores. Vacuuming. Laundry. Dishes. Kevin never said at word. He somehow seemed happier. The other day, she had walked in as he was humming. Humming! Him! Dr. Depression! The truth was, Kevin seemed to liked doing the chores. It was as if he imagined himself as submissive. Yes, as a Sissy. He seeded to long to wear the dress, as if he was a mental sissy, if that was a thing. One nudge, and he would turn. He could not say it aloud, but he wanted this. Others sissies may be forced. He could be led. As for Tina, she was onto something. Where it would lead, she had no idea. * * * It was three days before Halloween when Tina decided to push the issue. Kevin was a perfect little sub by then. But Tina still wondered if he would rather be in guy clothes when he did his chores. Hey, maybe not. All submissives are not created the same. By now, Tina had read a lot of fiction about the subject, from submissives to sissies to slaves. It was all so confusing. There were men who wore diapers and sucked pacifiers. There were men who wanted to serve other men. There were men who wanted you to hurt them, or to pee on them, or to expose them as the sissies they were. Kevin? Tina could just remember how he stared at that maid's dress in the costume store, hypnotized, mesmerized. So it was the 28th when Tina invited Kevin into their bedroom. She sat him on the edge of the bed and took both of his hands into hers. Kevin looked off balance, as if he did not know where this conversation would go. "Sweetheart," Tina began slowly. "You know I love you. I'll always love you. I'll never leave you. But I think you have a desire wear this dress. Maybe others. "No, don't say anything. I've thought a lot about this, and I think Halloween is the perfect time to try it out. The world has provided us with cover, Kevin. It's a license to be who you wish to be. So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to bring that maid's dress out of the closet, and you along with it. "I'm going to ask you to get dressed without me here. Sweetheart, you can wear it forever if you want. It's just cloth. You're still you underneath it. If you want a man, then I'll understand. But I think you owe this to yourself to find out. You've been so depressed lately, and I want to give you a chance to embrace your inner rainbow. If you decide you don't want to wear it, well, fine. We'll try to find another way. But do this for me, okay? Do it for you." Kevin looked at her. He felt a tear tumble down his cheek. Did Tina really love him this much that she was prepared to risk our relationship to put him in a better mood? He felt himself nodding. He would wear the dress. * * * He was alone the next day when He began. He felt silly, to tell you the truth. He was a 38 year old man, for heaven's sake. He wasn't being forced to do this. He wasn't being blackmailed or threatened. Hr hadn't lost a wager or taken out a loan with organized crime figures. He hadn't gotten a magic injection. He told himself he could stop it at any time. Why didn't he? Well, there was no faking my mood. Something had him in the dumps. He didn't think wearing a dress would help it, but hell, why not try everything? He slid a pair of panties up his legs. It felt wonderful l. Hr fastened a bra around my chest. Terrific. He looked at the mirror. No, that was wrong. Hr wasn't the world's hairiest guy, but Hr had a couple of clumps of hair. He took the bra and panties off. He went into the bathroom. He took my razor and went to work, shaving closely where he could reach. He looked on the bathroom counter. There was a bottle of Nair there. Hr took it and applied my legs and torso. Once again, He pulled up the panties and the bra. Better. He filled the bra cups with tissue. He looked at myself. His hands were too big. His ass was too flat. But it wasn't bad. He wished hid medium-length hair was longer. He rolled the pantyhose on, then pulled the petticoats up. He stepped into the dress. It felt terrific, to tell you the truth. Soft and smooth, hugging my sides like a lover. He could see why so many men liked maid's dresses. He put my mop hat on hid head and fixed it there with pins. He looked at the mirror, smiled and curtsied. He stepped into my low heels. He looked nice, to be honest, which probably didn't say great things about how he looked as a guy. He blew a kiss. Ah, lipstick. He needed lipstick! He opened Tina's makeup drawer. She had a tube of Dark Cherry. Dark Cherry? It would have to do. He finally got the lipstick to where he didn't look clownish, but the eyeliner was a lost cause. He would wait until Tina got back. Kevin looked into the mirror and laughed. This was him? Was he really gay? No, wait. Tina said this didn't make you gay. He thought about her kissing him. He thought about a man kissing him. Neither image offended him in this dress. What was it that drag queens used to keep their penis down? He wasn't the biggest guy in the world, but he kept making a teepee in my panties. Hmm, He thought. Yeah. He'd fuck him. For the first time in weeks, Kevin felt happy. * * * When Tina arrived home, Kevin was there in his maid's dress. He felt it hug his sides, accent my fake breasts, tickling his thighs. He licking his lipstick off, the re-applying it. He was nervous. He wanted reassuance. He wanted approval. He wasn't to be treated like a girl. Finally. She was here. He heard her on the sidewalk, and at the door, and inside. And here he was, dressed in front of someone. No turning back now. Tina looked at him and smiled. Kev smiled back. "How's my pretty," Tina said. "Half the time I feel pretty," Kev said. "The other half, I feel like a clown playing dress-up." "Well, forget the second half. You're gorgeous. Oh. What do I call you." Kev shrugged. He hadn't thought about it. "KiKi?" Tina suggested. Heexhaled. That would do. He was going to be KiKi some of the time. With Tina's help, Hr would give this a try. "You're KiKi," Tina said. "From now on, you're a "her." God, KiKi thought. What was it that made this a necessary change in him...her? Gay marriage laws had just been passed. Caitlynn Jenner had been in the news. Laverne Cox was on TV once a week. As a society, we had transgenders all over these days. There was the swimmer at Harvard. There was RuPaul. Renee Richards was still around. And now, her. * * * For Halloween, Tina attended the party as Mistress Doom, complete with a black leather mask. he wore a collar and a leash and, of course, hid maid's dress. And they fooled no one. There is always suspicion about any guy who cross-dresses on Halloween, just to tell those of you who do. You can dress as a Super-hero, and no one thinks you save burning buildings. You can dress as a cop, and no one thinks you solve crimes. But when you're a guy and you wear a skirt, everyone suspects that you had them on last Thursday, and last Tuesday, and last Saturday. Everyone's Gaydar goes off. Women kept coming up and asking KiKi how long she had been a submissive sissy. Guys kept touching her shoulder, buying her drinks. One woman, a co-worker of Tina's, flat-out asked her if she would clean her house. "Maybe," Tina said. "Let's talk about it Monday." The world was a swirl of colors and alter-egos. Zorro asked hrr for a blow job. The Green Lantern wanted a kiss. One of the Three Musketeers wanted to butt-fuck her KiKi was grateful when Tina whisked her away from the crowd. They danced slowly, their breasts pushing against each other . "What do you think, my beautiful KiKi," Tina asked. "Are you going to take one of these nice men home? You do have cock-sucking lips." "No, no," she said. "I'm not into guys. I'm a married sissy. I only do my wife and her dick." Tina laughed. "You may change your mind," she said. "If you do, it's okay. I want you to experienced it all. The way it smells, the way it feels, the way it...tastes. You've been half a girl for two days now. It's time you let KiKi out. And by the way, I do have a cock. It's in my purse." KiKi put her head on Tina's shoulder. She didn't say anything, but she imagined the possibilities. Could he really do that? Could hr swallow cum? Could he let another guy pound his ass? He shivered. "Tina, are you my Mistress?" KiKi asked. She beamed. "Maybe," she said. Then she corrected herself. "Yes. Yes, I am. I'm going to have to do a better job. I'm not just your wife any more, am I? I'm your controller, your boss. I'm in charge of spankings and your cock cage and making sure you do your chores. You don't have to call me Mistress, though. Just treat me like it." He was erect again. That kept happening. Tina felt it, too. "KiKi," she whispered. "Would I be a bad mistress if I let you fuck me?" kiKi looked at her. She loved her more than ever. * * * That night, she slid into the covers wearing a new nightgown, a sheer off-white number that felt simply marvelous. She kept on her red-haired wig and hrr breast forms. Tina pulled KiKi's back to her front, spooning Her gently. She traced her fingers over her shoulders. She kissed her back. And then she pushed something unfamiliar against her. She was wearing a dildo panty, a rather long, skinny dildo with a bulb at the top. It probed the lips of his ass. She reached down and ran it along his crease. "No, Tina," KiKi said. "I'm not ready." "Remember what I told you, KiKi? This isn't for the sissy in you. This is for the domme in me. I want to fuck you. I am going to fuck you." She swallowed dryly. She didn't want to be penetrated. Wearing the clothes was one thing, the panties and the dresses and the hose, but being a bottom was something else. A guy didn't get over that, did he? She ran her index finger along KiKi's anus, spreading lube, probing the rim. She bit her lip. She should have gotten up early to make breakfast. Too late now. KiKi felt Tina's breasts against my back. Her fingers went deeper. Then ... something else. "It's my dick, KiKi. Can you feel my cock? It's called the Squirter, sweetheart. It will cum for you. It's really quite ingenious. As close to a real dick as a domme can get. There are larger ones, but this one is a nice starter set." She thrust forward, and the head entered me, and Kev cried out. She stayed in the same position, letting my anus get used to her. Finally, she pushed back. She hunched forward. A little more pain. A little more pleasure. Then she was rocking, and KiKi was getting fucked. The idea of it was as offensive as the battering ram up KiKi's ass. Tina heard her moan. Her hands were on KiKi's hips, guiding her. God, it was wonderful all of a sudden. It felt like she had a vagina back there, and this had always been its purpose. She tossed tossed her head. "Fuck me, you stud," dhe moaned. ""Take my ass." Tina smiled. She drove it in deep, then hesitated there. Then pulled back and drove it in again. KiKi used to do that to her, she thought. She was never as big as the Squirter, but she was her husband. Now she was what? Her sissy? Her pussy? And then there was liquid in her ass, hot, sticky liquid. The Squirter had ejaculated, and KiKi felt the fake sperm run down her legs. The best thing about dildos, it occurred to him, is that they don't get soft. She could continue to grind. She came then, spurting a small amount of fluid onto the bed. Tina ran her fingers through it, then stuck her finger into KiKi's mouth. The taste of it was wrong, but it was hot. She sucked her finger in deep. "Do you want to suck it?" she whispered. KiKi looked at her, shame-faced. These days, she was being betrayed by all of her inner feelings. She scooted down on the bed. The fake penis that had just been in my ass jutted out toward the ceiling. She took the knob into her lips. My God, she had no restrictions anymore. She Tasted the mustiness on the dildo and knew it was from her butt. She wondered if she could make it squirt again. * * * The days were passing, and KiKi was closer to doing so herself. She was more feminine than ever. She automatically put on makeup in the morning. Hrr hair was long enough to have it styled now, and shr had it cut into a nice sassy bob that screamed girly. She always wore earrings. Tina got me some pills to give my figure a little more curve. KiKi was sure that some people who passed her at the grocer's - yes, she shopped now - thought she was a gay man flitting about the store. She bounced. She minced. She was satisfied, happy even. If you ever need to break out of a depression, you might try panties. KiKi didn't have a lot of close friends. Wanda, Tina's co-worker, stopped by and squealed in glee. Jesse, a guy who Tina knew from church, stopped by to pray for her. Clayton, a black man we knew socially, stopped by out of sheer curiosity. He might had an erection, but who can be sure? And so it went. KiKi's breasts became fleshier, although they were not true breasts yet. Her face softened. She became comfortable. One night, Tina took her out to dinner. On the way, she said she was going to stop at Barbara's, her sisters. They weren't particularly close, but Barb was nice enough, her and her husband Will. She was Tina's older sister, a Republican, very conservative. KiKi asked Tina what she would think of her brother-in-law in a dress. Would she immediately propose legislation to have him banned? Tina laughed. Shrugged. She didn't have a lot to add. We pulled up to their apartment. Tina got out of the car, then looked at me. "Come, sissy," she said. So she did. It was not her choice. Her heels clacked up the sidewalk. The door slowly swung open, and there was Will. ...in a dress. KiKi's eyes widened. Will had been feminized, too. He, well, she curtsied and we entered the house. "Ah, darling sister," Barbara said. "Look at what we have in common. Sissies! Isn't it delightful? Isn't marriage so much easier without all the ego, all the attitude, all the arguments designed around dicks? Willow here has been simply wonderful taking care of the house. I should have done this years ago." KiKi looked at Will, Willow, with understanding. This was bigger than thrm both. These were forces out of control. KiKi guessed, deep down, she wanted to wear a dress. Honestly, though, she felt as if the choice had been made for her. She was in a pair of panties before she knew it was coming. Willow flounced around the room, an exaggerated girly-boy. Her wrists flopped as she walked, limp as noodles. Did KiKi look like that? "Tina, has KiKi sucked her first cock yet?" "Not yet," she said. Yet? "Only a make-believe one." "Oh, skin is much better. It really does keep a sissy calm and let her concentrate on cooking and cleaning. A girl's got to have a little dick every now and then, doesn't she, Willow? Or a big one? Willow took right to it. She's a regular stop for the neighborhood poker game on Wednesday night, only it's her the boys are poking. Isn't that right, fag?" Willow smiled. Bobbed. "Yes, ma'am." Tina poured herself a whiskey. She sat next to Barbara on the couch and looked at Willow and KiKi as if we were a floor show. "Willow?" Barbara said. "Hold KiKi's hand." KiKi felt a hand close over hers, large, strong. A man's hand. "Willow," Barbara said. "Kiss KiKi." She looked at Tina, pleadingly. She didn't particularly like Willow. She was too over the top, too showy. She was too much like KiKi. She turned her head. Her lips covered KiKis. Her lipstick tasted sweet. "Willow," Tina said. "Can KiKi suck your cock?" No! She did not say that. She does not want that. Willow lifted the hem of her skirt. She tugged down on her panties, and her small penis broke free. She pushed down on my shoulders, and KiKi sank to her knees. She took Willow's dick into her lips and sucked hard. Willow began to grind. KiKi was the bottom to ... this? Willow was the most unequivocal sissy She had ever seen, and she was sucking her? "Don't worry, Willow," Barbara said. "Your turn will come. Or should I say cum." The women giggled. They sat back and sipped their drinks and watched the sissies play, the way mythology says the old Greek gods used to watch mere mortals and their lesser existences. This had all begun because of my mood. These days, it seemed as if Tina's was more important. "Do you pee, sis?" Barbara said. "I like to pee." Tina knew what she meant. She was opening the possibility of urine games. That had never interested Tina. But it did make for acts of dominance, didn't it? Who but a true submissive would let that foul smelling fluid pour over them? Tina felt a tickle in her vagina. "Maybe later," she said. Barbara shrugged. She watched KiKi suck Willow harder. It was the first time she had another man's penis in her mouth. She guessed that made her a cock- sucker. kiKi thought of all the names she used to call gay men. Dick- licker and cock-smoker and fag and queer and homo and ass-muncher. You could put a check mark by all of them now. She was her own Pride parade. * * * Hurry, Bumble-Bee. Caleb will be here in a minute. You want to look your best." KiKi trudged through the apartment, putting her left earring into her ear. This was another one of Tina's ideas. A date with a man she worked with. She was bubbly and eager and looking forward to her voyeurism again. KiKi was going to have another cock in her mouth, my second in two days. She promised this one would be bigger, sexier than Willow's little thing. "Tina, can I speak?" "Always, precious. You know that." "Tina, I don't like dick. I'm sorry. I hate the feeling of a cock in my mouth. I hate the taste. I hate the stickiness." "Oh, hush. Sissies suck dick. Everyone knows that. Dicks are filled with protein and yummy goodness. It's like an eclair made of skin. Only with sperm instead of whipped cream." Tina giggled. KiKi looked at the floor. "Is this for you, Tina? Or for me?" "It's for us both, sweetheart. Now, I don't mind that I have a bisexual husband. Shh. I accept that he sucks dicks. That isn't easy for a Mistress. But it's for the best. So you just stop your complaining. If I can live with it, you can, too. If I say you will suck cock, then you will suck cock." This was getting further and further away from KiKi. Yes, KiKi was fascinated by the dress. She liked the panties. She was willing to do the chores. But for goodness sakes, this was becoming out of control. "Sweetie, your date is here. Please answer the door. And be nice." KiKi opened the door, and Caleb stood there, flowers in his right hand, a bottle of wine in his right. He smiled. He had nice teeth, She'd say that. She curtsied and let him into the room. He walked over, kissed Tina on the cheek. "How's her Mistress tonight?" he asked. Tina smiled. "You know, I don't make her call me that. Do you think I should? Of course, where I put her mouth, it doesn't matter what she calls me. I can't hear her." Caleb laughed. Tina laughed. KiKi blushed. Tina ran her hands along Caleb's chest. Her right handed lingered, just above his heart. "How's Galahad?" she said, glancing down at his crotch. "Is the little knight ready for some sissy?" "He's ready for you," Caleb said. "He's missed your pussy." Huh? These two had a history? They were lovers? I guess I couldn't say anything . I sucked a cock yesterday. I had been led to believe I was going to suck another one today. "Look," Tina said. "We could sit around and talk about the health care program or the price of rice in China. Or we could go to the bedroom and get this party started. You guys game?" Caleb reached out and took Tina's hand. They walked toward the bedroom. "You coming, Bumble-Bee," Tina said. KiKi slowly followed them. Caleb took his clothes off. Yes, his cock was large, if you like that sort of thing. Tina took her clothes off. She was magnificent as always. It was only KiKi who seemed insufficient. Her breasts were just beginning. Her penis was tiny. She felt inadequate as a man or as a woman. Maybe that was where sissies belonged. "Bumble-bee," Tina said. "Would you lick me?" She bowed down. She to kiss her vagina lightly. Then she started to kiss it as if it were a mouth, sliding her tongue along the rim, probing it deeper. Suddenly, Caleb's dick was there, too, shoving me out of the way. She licked at it as it entered Tina, her tongue tracing the shaft. While she was waiting for Caleb to recover, Tina looked over at her KiKi. He was still lying there, lying very still, apparently still trying to deal with what had just happened. She wondered if she'd moved too fast. But as she watched, she saw him lick his lips. Then lick them again more slowly, his tongue obviously tasting and enjoying the flavor of Caleb's sperm mixed with her cum. There was lots more of it smeared over his face. "This will work out fine," she realized. "Just as I'd hoped. Next week maybe I'll ask Scott to come over to keep him entertained while I'm out with Randy, and then afterward I'll bring Randy home and share him too. I won't ever let my lovely hubby find time to feel gloomy again, not ever again!" As for KiKi, she could do this. She didn't like cock-sucking. But it was just a piece of skin sliding across her mouth, and now and then in and out. She could get used to it if that's what Tina It occurred to her. She was finally happy. The clouds had lifted, and the day was filled with promise. She was a sissy. She had found her sun. (c) 2015 by Cassandra Morgan