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A kind of homecoming (Part two):
In the first part of my story I shared with you how my husband Rob had
got demobbed from the military. It had been hard being a military wife,
not knowing if your husband was ever going to come home again or if he
was going to come home was he going to be maimed?
On top of this I was not getting enough sex because Rob was never there.
I explained to you how I had become an escort girl because I wanted more
money and because I missed having a man in my bed. Then I forgot to
cancel Mr Field's visit when my son Bobbie was at home sick from school.
You will recall that I then found away of preventing Bobbie telling his
father about me being on the game by pimping out Bobbie.
Bobbie had caught herpes and now no longer had his own bedroom as he had
become my fourth daughter and now insisted on being referred to as being
the same gender as the rest of us. Bobbie was now sharing therefore
sharing a room with her sister Cecilia.
To say Rob had not been best pleased to find his only son had become his
fourth daughter was an understatement and as I told you it took time for
me to persuade him to unlock the bathroom door.
He was angry and distressed and he had locked himself in the bathroom to
stop himself lashing out in a rage. Yes, he had been trained to channel
his anger in a combat situation but he had not expected to find his only
son no longer wanted the kind of future that he had planned for him.
So I said to Rob, "It's time we had a little chat about the changes in
our household now that your son has become one of your daughters."
Rob replied "Is there anything else I need to know?"
"Well," I replied trying to speak soothingly, "Roberta is no longer a
virgin and she and I both have herpes."
"You disgust me! How could you have sex with our daughter? Did you
cheat on me with anyone else?"
"Of course I did not have sex with Roberta!"
"I am sorry, I jumped to a conclusion without you having the chance to
fully explain," Rob replied suddenly speaking more softly, "And you must
have caught herpes from me as I am afraid I did cheat on you with a woman
who had herpes and I must have passed it on to you."
It was my turn to confess..
"Sorry, I did cheat on you once too. I thought the man I slept with had
herpes but he swore that he caught it from me or Roberta. He said that
Roberta had lied to him about being a virgin. I was furious with him for
suggesting that Roberta or I were sluts and lying to us about not having
herpes which I told him we now had thanks to him. But the truth is that
I did give him herpes, thanks to you. You are the reason Roberta and I
have herpes but instead of apologising to her you are here shutting
yourself away from your her because she does not want to be like you.
Can you blame her? The least you could do is apologise to her for giving
her herpes."
"Enough of this madness! Bobbie is my son not my daughter," Rob shouted
at me.
We heard the front door slam and the clack of one of four daughter's
heels on the garden path.
I had a good idea which daughter it was.
I needed to play this carefully now. I couldn't let him wriggle out of
what I had planned for him and the clock was ticking.
"Look Rob, being a teenager is hard for anyone, don't you remember being
a teenager yourself? The last thing you need is rejection from your mum
or dad. I think Bobbie just stormed out after you said she is your son
because you have rejected her again. Don't you remember how you didn't
want to follow the path you father had mapped out for you? Why should
Bobbie not be allowed to live her own life? Don't you think you should
be more supportive of her life choices, particularly given that you are
the reason she has herpes? I should also point out that Bobbie has
stopped school and is now the main breadwinner in this family and we need
her if we are going to pay the bills."
"How do you suggest I should be more supportive?" Rob replied.
"Well you just said she's a boy before she stormed out. That must have
hurt her feelings. I suggest you do something to show that you accept
her for who she is and to acknowledge that boys can be girls if they want
to."
I went to our bedroom and pulled out a black corset with a red lace trim
and a matching pair of panties from my drawers and a pair of fishnet
stockings that I had bought especially for my husband.
"Ok, what?" asked Rob.
I had him!
"Oh hell no!" he said when he saw me come back into the bathroom with his
lingerie in my hand and a smile on my face. "There is no way you are
getting me dressed like a woman."
"Why? Women can dress like men in your binary universe but for a man to
dress like a woman is degrading because you think that for a man being a
woman is degrading, don't you? But wouldn't you love to know what it
feels like to be dressed like a woman?"
I handed him the lingerie. He was clearly thinking about what I had just
said as he stood there holding the lingerie in his hand and staring at
it.
"You see dressing as a woman as frivolous, weak and passive. What if it
wasn't? What if actually dressing as a woman is empowering? What if
dressing like a woman helped you to become part of this family? What if
it helped you to better relate to Bobbie? You have seen how Bobbie
doesn't want to be like you so maybe you should try being more like her
if you are to bond more? Maybe you can save her?"
I knew just what was true and what wasn't of what I had just said to him
but I needed him to believe that dressing as a woman was the only logical
thing for him to do. I needed him to think he could get his son back if
I was to get him dressed as a woman.
I could feel his resistance to dressing as a woman falling away like a
tree in the forest with an axe to its base. Just a little shove was
needed here. I stood behind him and undid his belt and then his
trousers. The message I was giving him by doing this was we both know,
Rob, that you are going to be wearing the lingerie you are holding in
your hand so let's get your clothes off.
I went round him to the bathroom cabinet and pulled out my perfume,
lipstick and mascara. I placed them on the sink in front of him. The
message he was being given was that he was going to be wearing the
perfume, lipstick and mascara.
"Come on," I said lifting off his tee shirt so he stood there with only
his boxer shorts and socks on.
I took them off him too and left him naked sitting on the side of the
bath with the lingerie in his hands..
I gave him a tube of veet and told him to cover his arms, chest, back
and legs with it and then read the directions on the tube. By the time
he had done that his hopes of retaining any hair in those areas, if he
still had such hopes, would be gone.
Whilst he was having his bath I chucked all his clothes in the bin. The
dustmen would be coming shortly. Obviously I didn't tell Rob what I was
doing this though.
Then I heard him getting out of the bath.
Time to get him dolled up. I went into the bathroom and I sprayed him
with my perfume and made up his face and styled his hair. I had bought
breastforms for him already and had them stuck on his chest while he was
still looking at his made up face in the mirror.
He had put on his panties and I laced him into his corset. I showed him
how to roll on his stockings and how to attach them to his suspender
belt.
I went back into our bedroom to get him the white sleeveless tee shirt
and the blue miniskirt I had bought him.
By the time he was standing there in his corset, panties and fishnets I
realised he would need a wig. Sometimes even a woman like me cannot
think of everything! Oh well, Mr Field was on his way, I wondered what
he would think of a transvestite with closely cropped hair?
I had just had Rob, (now I would have to think of another name for her as
she could not be a Roberta too,) pull her tee shirt down over her corset
and step into her miniskirt when the bell rang.
"Quick, maybe it's Roberta!" I said pinching her bum. My husband needed
to get used to being groped.
That's it! I will call her Amy I decided. And Amy, my husband, rushed
down the stairs to open the door, only to be met by Mr Field.
Mr Field told me the deer trapped in the headlights look on her face was
priceless.
"Oh, hello, what's your name, cutie?" asked Mr Field.
"She's called Amy," I shouted down to Mr Field. "Where are your manners,
Amy, invite Mr Field in?"
Mr Field obviously fancied my husband and I knew I would get a similar
rate for Amy as I got for Roberta. I had decided before Mr Field's
visit that I would not try to talk Amy around to going on the game yet
but she would nonetheless be doing so without knowing it. Mr Field
wasn't going to be disappointed.
I had bought rohypnol to stop things getting ugly and to make Amy
compliant. I spiked Amy's coffee and I told Mr Field what I had done.
Mr Field quickly had Amy on her knees in front of him. He had Amy unzip
his trousers and take his penis out and put it in her mouth. Amy was at
his mercy as he thrust his manhood in and out of her mouth. He had the
back of her head in his hands and would pull Amy forward as he thrust
into her mouth and would allow her head slightly back as he pulled out.
He withdrew just in time to come all over her face, hair.and chest. I
took pictures of her sucking him off and with his come all over her face,
hair and breasts. These pictures could be useful leverage in the future.
Amy thanked him, as I had told her to do, and then licked his penis
clean.
Next Mr Field took her from behind. When he had finished Amy thanked him
again.
When Mr Field had gone I got out the thigh length patent boots I had
bought for Amy. They had a five inch stiletto heel. I zipped Amy into
them and helped her learn how to walk in them.
I gave her some of the money from Mr Field in a purse and handbag and
said we were going wig shopping.
"I am not going out dressed like this," said Amy.
"Well what else will you wear?" I asked.
"My normal clothes," replied Amy.
"Well, you are wearing your normal clothes and I have thrown out your
old clothes," I told her. "You wouldn't have looked less feminine in
them anyway and they wouldn't have suited you as well as the Pretty Woman
outfit you are wearing."
"But someone will see me."
"No one will recognise you," I replied. "And if they do they won't
recognise you again."
So Amy and I went wig shopping. I had Amy's ears pierced and he nails
manicured and painted.
Just as we were leaving the shops I got a call from Roberta. She had got
lost in the red light district and there was a pimp who was threatening
her for moving in his girls' patch. He had worked out Roberta was on the
game.
"I'm coming to get you honey," I said.
"I'm lost, I am getting my mum to come and get me," Roberta sobbed to the
pimp. "I am not trying to steal your business."
"You better be out of here when I get back," he said.
We got in the car and Amy leapt out just as she saw the pimp heading
towards Roberta. The pimp saw Amy and knew instinctively that Amy could
put up a fight.
"What is this, a takeover?" the pimp asked Amy. "Look I don't want any
trouble, you can work here alongside my girls. I would like a cut of
your takings though."
"I am no sex worker," Amy said.
"Seriously?" the pimp replied. "Looks like you have gone to a lot of
trouble to look like the most famous prostitute on the silver screen to
me. And your daughter here is clearly on the game."
"That's not my mum," Roberta said. "Who are you?"
"We'll consider your offer and get back to you," Amy said bundling
Roberta into the car.
"Mum, who is this woman?" Roberta asked me.
"She used to be your father, Roberta, now she's your Aunt Amy."
"Oh my god! Dad you hypocrite! How long have you been dressing as a
woman?"
Amy replied that she was no hypocrite and asked what she was doing to
support the family. Roberta, faced with a straight question told her
father how she was on the game. Amy was furious.
"You are pimping out our daughters, Sherry? Do you have anyone else
working for you? Are you a madam?"
"No, only you and Roberta and it was her choice to go on the game," I
replied.
"This has hit to stop right now," Amy said. "I will not have any daughter
of mine on the game. Wait a minute! Me? What do you mean me?"
I showed Amy pictures of her servicing her first client, Mr Field.
"It's time you learnt who wears the trousers in this household my little
whore. You have put me through years of worry about whether you would
come home alive or maimed. I never wanted you to join the army. The pay
was never enough and you were never around. Don't you realise you can
make more on the game than you were getting paid in the army? I am not
some anti military pacifist. I just didn't want you in the army. Other
people can serve our country. Military service has its place but we
needed money and you were never going to make enough in the army. Now,
if you want to send Roberta back to school, you are going to have to put
out. We still have three daughters in school and a mortgage to pay."
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