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My Birthday:
My wife Elizabeth and I used to have regular conversations as we were
getting dressed or undressed which went something like this:
Elizabeth would say, "Have I ever told you that I think that you would
make a beautiful girl, Jack?"
"Yes, you have. Can't you change the subject?" I would reply.
"Not until you try it, Jacky," she would tease me.
"Try what? I do not think any of the other wives you know treat their
husbands in this way."
But last year the night before my birthday she caught me off guard. As
I was replying, "treat their husbands." She expertly applied dusky rose
lip gloss to my bottom lip. It struck me that she wanted me to think of
what she had just forced onto my lips as a treat.
"Pucker up!" she said authoritatively.
I could not tell you why I did pucker my lips as she told me to. Was it
because she gave me a direct instruction? I don't know but I stood
there and puckered my lips just as I had seen Elizabeth do on many an
occasion.
I was wearing boxer shorts and my lips felt sticky.
This was a new sensation.
I had to admit that I was quite enjoying it, but I could not let
Elizabeth know that. What would it lead to? This was exciting and I
had been craving "change" for a long time but was "gender change" the
change I was really craving? I am a man I told myself. I am a man.
There is nothing about a lady's lip gloss to be afraid of... What sort of
a "change" did I crave? A "change" was happening. If you are still a
man, you are a man wearing lip gloss I told myself! Do men wear lip
gloss?
"Hey, what's the idea?" I said feeling violated and trying to take
control.
Elizabeth knew that was what I was trying to do and as she had used the
weapon of her lip gloss on me and she was going to thrust forward into
my sense of identity. She led me towards the bathroom mirror and
grabbed my chin in her right hand and forcefully turned my face towards
the mirror.
I looked at both of us wearing lip gloss.
"You know you want it," she said planting a kiss on my left cheek. She
grabbed my balls in her right hand. I now had more lip gloss or
lipstick on my face than she did as she fondled me and I got hard.
Elizabeth had almost finished getting dressed.
"No I don't," I said defensively.
"Really? Who's wearing more makeup then?" she said squeezing my balls
in her right hand.
"I am but you put it on me," I whined.
"Oh man up! I may have pushed you slightly," Elizabeth replied letting
go of my balls.
"Zip me," she said and I did. Right then I suddenly felt vulnerable
standing there in my boxer shorts next to my fully dressed wife. I was
kind of naked in my boxer shorts. I needed something on my chest.
I had never felt vulnerable like that before. It was like we were
dancing but Elizabeth was leading and I was being driven backwards all
around the dancefloor. I really had no idea where this was going to end
up.
"Look you chose to pucker your lips and see that your gloss was evenly
applied. You could have simply wiped it off," she said squeezing my
ass.
I could not fault her logic which had me standing there looking at my
lips and then down at my boxer shorts.
"Now how do you feel?" Elizabeth asked
"My lips feel kind of sticky."
"Have I married a man or a little boy?" Elizabeth asked. "When asked to
describe his feelings a boy will reply in terms of observable things
like "My lips feel sticky" whereas a man is not afraid of his feminine
side and will not be afraid of giving an emotional response. A boy
fears the feminine, he thinks that his mother will smother him and turn
him into a woman. A man knows that, fundamentally he is a man, whatever
he is wearing and he is not afraid of his feminine side."
"So you are saying if I am a man I will have no problem letting you
dress me as a woman?"
I had put the cart somewhat before the horse here but had stumbled upon
exactly what Elizabeth planned to do to me. She was still leading as I
tried to wrestle back control of our little psychological dance and had
firmly pushed me back into my role when she replied, "Who said anything
about dressing you as a woman? All I said was if you are still a little
boy you will be afraid to explore your femininity. Now, are you
enjoying this? If you are I think you should take your lip gloss off
and put on some of my lipstick before applying your lip gloss again. If
you are a frightened little boy though maybe this exploration of your
masculinity is not something that you are ready for yet?"
I did feel slightly frightened of where Elizabeth was leading me but I
did not want her to think that I was so I reached for the lipstick.
"Let me show you how to put on your lipstick like a man," Elizabeth said
as I let her take the lipstick off me before she generously applied it
to my bottom lip. This time I needed no instruction as I puckered my
lips in the mirror and wondered how those dusky rose lips I saw looked
in any way masculine.
Wanting to show I could put on my lip gloss "like a man" I put on my lip
gloss without needing to be reminded to.
"My big man," Elizabeth said running he fingers through my hair, knowing
that I craved approval and just how to play me.
"I really think this eye shadow would go well with your lips."
What was I letting myself in for now?
"Look I think your next birthday should be a big event. You need to
make an announcement about who you are. What kind of man are you?"
Elizabeth said applying first eyeshadow and carefully explaining to me
how to do it. Then she was applying eyeliner and then mascara before
adding false lashes. She had already tied my hair back with a red
ribbon so the face I now looked at really did not go well with the body
beneath it before I had really realized what she was doing...
My face looked like a woman's face but on a man's body.
I felt like I had been danced backwards across the dancefloor into a
different room that I never knew existed.
I could not stop fluttering my eyelids.
"We really need to tidy up your eyebrows," Elizabeth said as she plucked
at them. That was really quite painful but I knew I has to try to hide
my pain!
When Elizabeth had finished I could not believe I was looking at a man's
face any more.
I looked upset.
I was getting confused about who I was.
Elizabeth had challenged me to "man up" and seemed to be intent on
turning me into a woman. She had denied this and said in order that I
would grow into manhood or become a man instead of a little boy I needed
to learn not to fear my feminine side.
"Don't cry," Elizabeth said hugging me. "We can fix this with some
cream."
I thought I was about to be given a blow job but her next question
quickly burst that bubble.
"Do you believe, big man, that cream can make you feel naked?"
I was about to get an all over veet treatment.
As Elizabeth showered off my body hair I could not believe how the cream
she had applied had left me feeling so naked so quickly.
Elizabeth had obviously planned all of this as she had a black lace
babydoll top and black lace panties ready for me as I got out of the
bath. The bra part of it was the only part that wasn't transparent.
I
She also me some black pumps with a six inch heel to wear around the
house and said she was off for work in a few minutes. Who was I? A
man, a boy or a transsexual?
Elizabeth had said before that she could not carry on living with a
little boy for much longer. She would add that she wanted to mother her
own children not her husband.
If I was a man she said I would not mind her dressing me up or was that
simply putting make up on me?
She said I would not be afraid of my feminine side or of her turning me
into a woman because I would know I was a man underneath the make-up
she had put me in I thought to myself as I slipped on the panties, the
top and the pumps. I felt less naked wearing this outfit than I had
done standing around in my boxer shorts when she said "zip me.".
"My oh my!" said Elizabeth coming into the bathroom. "I had never
thought I would see my man dressed like that!"
"But you put me in this outfit. You wanted me to wear this."
"I did not. You chose to dress like this yourself. You wanted to dress
like this. Tell me now Jacky, do you feel less naked? Are you more
comfortable wearing what you are wearing than you were before you got in
the bath? If you are this could mean we are discovering the real you
and you are either a transvestite or a woman trapped in a man's body."
I felt a tear run down my cheek.
"Don't cry Jacqueline. It will mess up your whole look." Elizabeth
said expertly drying my eyes. "I want you to spend the say like this
and I think you do too. Think about how that lace feels against your
body. Tomorrow is your birthday and it is time the real you was born."
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