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CHAPTER FOUR --- THE SKIRT
1
The next morning, with some hesitancy but only mild reluctance, Jason
dressed completely in female clothing.
First he shaved and applied moisturiser all over his body. He was
surprised at the smoothness of his legs and chest; and by how pleased he
was with the way they felt. He fixed a fresh panty-liner in his underwear
and slid the sexy briefs up his legs. He carefully fastened one of his
new matching bras behind his back and placed inserts inside the cups. He
considered the slight shift in his shape in the mirror and smiled.
He put on a garter belt and took a minute to get the stockings fastened
on. His legs looked so much better now they were shaved, and he loved the
feel of the delicate material on his skin. Then he put on his trousers,
the fit snug and tight around the front of his body and his thighs, then
flaring out. He tucked his.....he swallowed deeply.....his clittie
between his legs, creating a better shape at the front. Almost flat and
smooth.
He found his first blouse, choosing the one that was least feminine.
There was still no mistaking the material, the way it was cut and styled.
Cream and sheer, the lace of his bra teasing through. It was obviously a
woman's top.
He applied his pink lipstick and admired the way it did match his skin
tones. The woman who had helped him in the store, Ellie, was spot on in
her choice. And then he added the lip gloss and loved the way his lips
shined in the light.
He headed downstairs and found his new shoes in the hallway. He slipped
them on and found Debs in the kitchen.
She smiled. "You look gorgeous."
"Thank you......I think. I am still your husband, you know? Gorgeous is
kind of a girlie thing to-"
"Shut up, Jenny," she laughed pleasantly, tapping his arm. "Listen, since
you seem into this a little, I want you to do something for me."
"What is it?"
"Start practising your mannerisms. I want you to start behaving in a
feminine manner all the time."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll sit when you pee. That's an obvious one. Sit with your legs
crossed, or at the very least your knees together. Be careful how you
hold a glass when you drink."
"Okay, I get it."
"Walk like a woman. The basket in a supermarket: carry it in the hook of
your arm."
"Okay, okay. I understand. What are your plans today?" he asked.
"I want to check up on a few properties. I'll let you know if they are
anything worth considering." She smacked his bum playfully. "Off you go."
Jason left for work, more nervous now he was outside. But he kept walking
to his car, one heeled foot in front of the other, and, except for a
moment of terror when he was parked and found he couldn't get out of the
car for fear of being seen, he made it to the office without any bother.
2
Debs watched him leave, wondering why he was being so cool and calm about
what they were doing. At first she had gone along with Sabrina's idea to
feminise her husband to punish him for cheating on her. But she was
finding a new side to him. More compassionate. Softer. Definitely better
company.
He seemed to be embracing his feminisation, accepting it far too easily.
She thought he would be fighting her tooth and nail, but look at this
morning......She expected Jason to be downstairs bitching and moaning
that he wouldn't go out wearing a blouse, but instead....
It was Jenny. Looking as beautiful as she could at this moment. But
actually trying, and wanting to be seen and heard.
He would still have to be humiliated as Sabrina insisted. There had to be
some penance for what he had done. But she found herself falling for him
all over again. Falling for Jenny....
Debs felt giddy.
"Snap out of it," she chastised herself.
Thinking of humiliating her husband led her to thoughts of Kelly. She had
moved his progress forward so quickly. What was the race? And why was she
so interested in playing this game when other women might have baulked at
the notion of what they were doing? She was still troubled by her
conversation with Kelly yesterday. When they were talking about her
personal life, her boyfriend in particular, she seemed quite evasive.
Yet, without her, beautiful Jenny would not be emerging from somewhere
deep within her husband. She wondered about his past, what issues he
might have had, perhaps never dealt with, hid from and ran from until he
no longer had to deal with them. She wondered if he had secrets he had
long denied in his past, maybe even to the point he no longer remembered
them, and if they stayed on this course, she hoped he would share them,
or that they would discover them together.
3
In the office, Kelly performed the check she had promised, insisting he
drop his trousers.
"But you can see I'm wearing female clothes," he said.
"I don't care. I want to see that cute little clittie, all humiliated and
small."
He quickly did as he was instructed, hoping his new Office Manager would
soon stop this humiliating ritual.
"Good. I can see you're wearing a panty-liner, and that reminds me," she
said, reaching into her handbag. "Here's the diary you purchased
yesterday. Very girlie. I've took the liberty of filling it out with a
period tracker for you."
She smiled, aware his small penis was hardening, tenting the panties.
"I hope you're not going to have heavy flow again," she said, brushing
her palm lightly against his bulge.
He flinched away as pre-cum oozed onto the panty-liner.
"Get dressed," she said and left his office for her own desk.
He pulled his trousers up with relief and sat down, hating every second
of his humiliation. He could handle the women's clothing privately, even
publicly to an extent if he accessed a part of his mind and shut the fear
out. But he hated, despised, Kelly's embarrassing games.
He opened the diary, smiling without humor. Pink pen clearly indicated
the start and end of each period. They lasted for seven days, and a
couple of days before she had written PRE-PERIOD. Several days after each
she had written FERTILE TIME.
He reached for the office phone and punched a number.
"What's pre-period?" he asked Kelly.
"You'll need to carry your panty-liners and tampons just in case your
period starts early."
"Okay....." he whispered. "And what's fertile time?"
No answer.
"Kelly? You still there?"
He stepped to his door and looked into the reception area. A woman was
just entering. Kelly grinned and looked back at him.
"Fertile time is part of your cycle," she said loudly. "Since your using
panty-liners for your period, that's probably when you can try a tampon."
"Kelly," he whispered harshly, embarrassed by what she was suggesting.
Until his admonishment the woman hadn't really heard what they were
talking about. She looked from the property wall where current buildings
were displayed and saw the estate agent. Was he-? Yes, he was wearing
women's clothing and shoes. Shiny, pink lipstick.
"Aren't you adorable?" she grinned and went back to the properties being
displayed on monitors on the wall.
4
The only house viewing scheduled for that day was Sabrina Ford's. A
couple had called twice about it, but could only now find the time to see
it. The property was quite big, and this was a vital chance to make a
good sale.
On the drive over, he considered changing, but if his wife ever found out
what would she say or do? Instead, feeling cute anyway in his girlie
trousers and blouse, he decided to do the viewing as he was.
He parked up a few minutes early and headed inside, loving the sound of
his heels on the drive.
He opened a window or two downstairs and then went to do the same in the
bedrooms, but froze-
Hanging on the wardrobe was the same skirt he had seen when he first
visited to evaluate the home. On that occasion he had held it in front of
his body, wondered what it might be like to wear, when Sabrina had
entered the room.
She wasn't home now.....
He removed the skirt and considered the time. The prospective clients
were not here yet. Without even thinking he reached for the side of the
trousers and unzipped them. He slipped off his shoes and removed the
trousers.
He held the skirt for a moment longer and then could no longer resist. He
didn't even stop to question what he was doing, the implications of his
behaviour or the consequences if the clients arrived.
He pulled the pencil skirt up, and zipped it. The hem fell just above his
knee, revealing plenty of smooth leg. The fit was tight on his waist and
when he walked around the room he found he had to take shorter steps to
be comfortable, or the material pulled tight.
He needed his shoes.
He put them on and considered himself in the full length mirror.
God, he looked fantastic. He still had a man's haircut and was wearing
minimal make-up, but it wasn't Jason looking back at him.......it was
Jenny.
Intoxicated, he headed downstairs, suddenly driven by an unassailable
desire to feel a breeze on his legs. He reached the door and didn't even
hesitate, throwing it open-
The day was warm, but there was a pleasant, cooling breeze. He loved the
feel of it around his legs, felt it snake up the skirt. He shivered,
delighted by the forbidden sensation.
He started to tremble as he crossed to his car. He would get in and
pretend he had just arrived, walk across the drive and then return
upstairs; get changed before the potential buyers arrived.
He unlocked his car door and sat inside, even turned the engine on. He
closed his eyes for a second, dreaming, and then turned the engine off.
He climbed out gracefully, knees together, smoothing the skirt as he
stood and-
"Excuse me?"
Jason spun, startled, by the male voice.
"We-"
A middle-aged man and woman faced him. He looked around, terrified, not
knowing what to do.
"It's not-I-" Jason stuttered, crashing down. He was obviously a man, in
a skirt, and his behaviour could seriously jeopardise this potential
sale.
"Are you the estate agent?" the man asked bluntly.
"I-yes. I'm Jenny-Jason. My name is Jason."
He looked to the ground, ashamed and petrified.
"Well, this is unorthodox," the man blustered.
"I think she's rather cute," the woman asserted, trying to put Jason at
ease. "She has great legs. I'd be happy for you to show us around,
Jenny."
5
While Jason was at the viewing, Kelly drove out of town for lunch,
unaware that she was being followed by Debs. Jason's wife had called
ahead to see if Kelly wanted to grab a bite, but Kelly had put her off,
saying she already had plans. But to Debs she seemed like she had been
put on the spot again, her responses elusive and vague.
For some reason Kelly continued to arouse her suspicions, so she decided
to follow her. She became even more intrigued when they entered the
parking lot of a fancy hotel.
She watched Kelly leave her car and head into reception.
Who are you meeting? Debs wondered, and was about to get out to spy some
more when she spotted a familiar car pulling in. It can't be, she
thought.
She shrunk low in her seat and gasped as Sabrina Ford headed inside the
hotel.
Debs got from the car and discreetly followed. Why were they meeting so
covertly? If they were making plans for her husband, why was she not a
part of the clandestine date?
For a moment she thought she had lost them, but then picked up Sabrina
across the lobby. Kelly was waiting for her outside the restaurant.
Debs found herself browsing tour literature, holding it in front of her
face so she wouldn't be seen. She peeked over the top of the leaflet in
time to see Kelly and Sabrina hug; Sabrina kissing Kelly on the cheek,
her lips lingering. It was far from chaste. A bridled, untamed
passion....Or was it just her imagination and growing paranoia? How long
had they known each other? How close they were?
And, more troubling, what secrets they were keeping from her and why?
6
At the end of the viewing, Jason thanked the couple for being so
understanding about his appearance, even apologising.
"Never apologise," the woman said, "for being who you are."
"I suggest," the man began, "at least warning people before they arrive.
You gave me quite the shock."
You and me both, Jason thought.
"But you are an attractive little thing," the man concluded.
When they left, Jason quickly went upstairs to change. He wanted to keep
the skirt on forever, but knew he couldn't. He replaced it on the hangar
and put his trousers back on.
He touched the skirt one last time, wishing he had clothes like that for
himself.......
CHAPTER FIVE --- DEBS & SABRINA
1
Weeks passed. Jason was relieved when his first period ended. He found he
enjoyed dressing even more then. He longed for the opportunity to wear a
skirt again, or even a dress, he shuddered. Make-up, too. As it became
obvious his situation was more and more permanent, he wanted to look as
much like a woman as possible. He wondered what it would be like to sit
at a make-up counter to have his face done. To have long, false nails. To
even have something done with his hair.......
Any resistance he had towards Debs' ideas was slipping more and more by
the wayside. He wouldn't betray her and sneak into her clothes or make-
up. He would wait and bide his time, keep growing accustomed to what was
happening because......deep down he was loving it. Of course, he had to
keep up a show, pretend to be fighting; what kind of a man would he be if
he didn't? But, somewhere deep down, going way back to his childhood, a
dream was coming true.
One day that fight became more genuine when it was the morning of his
'fertile time'. He'd been quietly disconcerted and had barely slept the
night before, but he didn't think anything bad would actually happen. But
then Kelly had entered his office, closed the doors and pulled the blinds
down.
"Take your trousers down and bend over," she immediately instructed.
"Kelly, come on-"
"You know what time of the month it is and-"
"Kelly, I don't mind the panty-liners, but I'm not having something
shoved up my-"
"Jenny, first, do not ever raise your voice to me. Second, this duty is
laid out in my contract, so if I don't feminise you I could lose my job.
Finally," she smiled cruelly, "if you don't want to wear a tampon I'll
just pop to the adult shop a few blocks over and buy the largest
vibrating butt plug I can find and make you-"
"Okay, look. We don't have to go to extremes."
"So....." Kelly prompted.
"Please can I wear a tampon for the duration of my fertile time," he
murmured.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you," she taunted.
"Please, I love panty-liners but I'd really like to wear a tampon."
"Once you have one in, read the instructions. As much as you might enjoy
it, you can't wear one all the time. I'll start you off. Debs will help
you change it this evening. When you go to bed wear a maxi-pad. In fact,
knowing how your prone to accidents at these times, and because you just
admitted you like them so much, you best wear one now, too."
"Kelly, please don't make me-"
She raised her hand and he fell silent.
"In the morning I'll expect you to willingly insert your fresh tampon.
When I complete my morning pantie check, I expect to see a little string
dangling from your butt."
He felt sick at the notion, but lowered his trousers and panties.
"I see you're wearing stockings."
"Yes," he whispered glumly.
"They'll help a girl like you feel good about yourself during times like
these."
He bent over and felt the tampon push inside. He flinched and tried not
to cry out, but she was burying it deep.
"Kelly!" he exclaimed.
"What is it?" she asked, removing her fingers from his rear vicinity.
"What if it doesn't come out?"
"That's what the string's for," she grinned, and gave it a little tug.
He jumped up as he felt the tampon shift slightly. It felt weird inside
of him.
"Now, get dressed like a good girl," Kelly told him.
He put a maxi-pad into his panties and pulled them and his trousers up.
The tampon didn't feel too bad, he supposed. Just took a little getting
used to....until he sat down, and found himself constantly fidgeting to
get comfortable.
Kelly laughed from the reception desk. She looked back through his open
door. "You crack me up, Jenny."
He hated it, but 'fertile time' eventually passed, with regular checks
from Kelly for the tell-tale string hanging from his butt, and then he
had a couple of weeks to enjoy his lingerie and clothes before his next
period.
2
Before his third period, Debs met with Sabrina. They had lunch and
enjoyed pleasant conversation. Debs fished for information about her
relationship with Kelly, but Sabrina merely said they had got to know
each other since the games with Jason had started and seemed to be
keeping her cards close to her chest. Her evasive answers fuelled Debs'
growing suspicions about the two women.
"Jason......" Sabrina whispered thoughtfully.
"Jenny," Debs corrected.
"You know he used to meet his women showing houses, and when he evaluated
them," Sabrina said.
"That's what you told me," Debs answered, wondering how much she could
trust her friend. She had helped put these feminisation games in motion,
but had taken such a back seat even though she was naturally domineering.
Was Kelly her puppet? But if so, why? And, this from somewhere very deep
down, and very quiet in her mind......What if Jason had not had affairs?
"You said he flirted the day you met."
"Flirted? That's putting it mildly."
She thought about the skirt she had deliberately left hanging when Jason
had returned to show potential buyers the house. The fact that she knew
he had worn it. He had never returned since, and without him showing the
property her house would probably never sell.
"I think we should take that power away from him," Sabrina suggested.
"How?"
"What do you know about Kelly?" Sabrina asked.
"She's a good woman. She's certainly embraced all this. I took her on
when she first got her license. She wanted to get some experience in a
small office before striking out on her own. I guess she got more than
she bargained for with us."
"How is business?"
"Sales are down. We have less clients. We're completing less viewings. I
think a lot of it is because of Jenny's situation. She's not very keen on
getting out. She's neither one thing or the other. I think we should
complete her image and get this over with. I can't keep bleeding money
out of the business."
Sabrina thought for a minute. "Your answer is right in front of you."
"How so?" Debs asked.
"Well, you switch their roles. Jenny is hurting the business because of
her, understandable, shyness. Kelly is qualified to fill her role. Have
them swap jobs. In doing so, you can make Jenny the woman she deserves to
be, and give Kelly a chance to get some real experience."
Debs thought for a minute. "That's actually pretty good. And I think
she'll go with it."
"Jason?"
"Yes," Debs nodded.
"Well, he doesn't really have a choice, does he?"
"No. You misunderstood. I didn't mean he'd fight and go along with it. I
meant, as Jenny, he would actually......well, I think she would enjoy
getting a new look. I'll draw up the new employee contracts and then take
her shopping."
"No, let Kelly take him," Sabrina suggested.
"Why?"
"What better way to show him who his new boss is. Let her choose his
look, what he has to wear. She controls him in the office, anyway."
Again, Debs considered the idea. "Okay, that sounds good. Kelly can have
her fun in the office and we'll get the business back on track."
"And Jason?" Sabrina asked, wet at the thought of the feminisation she
had helped to instigate continuing to new levels, and the power and
control she was feeling over her friend.
"I guess Jenny's going to be around a while longer yet," Debs confirmed
for her friend.
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