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Chapter ten
When the trio visited Dr. Zaaijer two weeks later, things had progressed.
They were a loving family. Steven on the left and Adelaide on the right
with Joanne sitting between them. "So how has things been going with all
of you?"
"Just great," Steven told the doctor.
"What have you been up to?"
"Well, with Steven and Joanne behaving themselves, it hasn't been too hard
to keep the house clean," Steven continued. "Well maybe behaving isn't
the right word, but they have been picking up after themselves. Anyway, I
have had more time to spend with the girls. We go shopping, see movies,
play cards, we even went to a night club once."
"Sounds like fun."
"It was great fun. I've learned to appreciate so much."
"Really?"
"Yes, you know shopping is so much fun when you know what you are doing.
It's also so challenging. You have to not only pick out things you
like, but know how it works with what you already have. And if you get
something, sometimes, you just have to get it's complement too. I mean
What is the use in having a top if you can't wear it with any of the
slacks you have. Everything goes with black slacks, but you can't wear
black slacks all the time. And then there is the shoes. There are so
many different styles. Sometimes I feel like I want them all. I mean
some you just can't wear, either they're for dressy occasions and you
aren't going anywhere, or the heel is just too high and you know after a
short time your feet will be paying the price, but they are just so cute
anyway. I just have to buy them."
Everyone in the room could feel the enthusiasm and just plain joy that
Steven was conveying by talking about his apparel and especially his
shoes. Steven's eyes just seem to sparkle when talking about fashion.
His face was already pretty with the light makeup, pale pink lipstick,
with matching blush and contrasting eye shadows and a pretty smile. But
when he talked about apparel his eyes litt up, his smile broaden. It
changed his looks from very pretty to gorgeous. The makeup was designed
to highlight his deep blue eyes. What he thought was his best feature on
his face.
Dr. Zaaijer looked down at the shoes Steven were wearing now. They
certainly weren't worn for comfort. They were three strapped open toe
pumps with a thin two and a half inch heel and a self-tie at the ankle.
"I see you are admiring my shoes."
"Yes they are very pretty."
"I don't wear them everyday but this was a special occasion. I got them
at Neiman Marcus, they are from Alexandre Birman and I got them on sale
for $445," then Steven said in a quieter somewhat confidential tone,
"reduced from $695. Sometimes it's more fun to have a good bargain than
even getting the actual shoe. But I just love these." Steven stuck out
his foot and moved it around so the doctor could see it better. Showing
not just his foot but his pedicured nails.
"It is very pretty, but I really don't know much about shoes."
"Mom could talk about shoes all day if you let her," Joanne piped in.
"Can you blame me??? I never knew how much fun it was."
"Steven," Dr. Zaaijer said referring to Adelaide, "and how is it going for
you?"
"It's really perfect now. Joanne and I have never been closer. We can't
way to see each other and do things together. I mean I don't spend all my
time with her, I have to go to work and put in at least two hours at the
gym. Not to mention seeing ball games with my friends and everything else
I do.
But when I'm home watching the game, she is usually sitting right next to
me. I put my arm around her, its the greatest feeling." Adelaide put her
arm around Joanne's shoulder to emphasize the point. Continuing, "Seeing
your team win with Joanne by your side. I have to kiss her every time my
team scores. Sometimes, it gets so that I miss the next play or two but
it's all good.
Sports are great fun. You don't have to play them to enjoy them. Now
that I know how it's played I can see why people can get so devoted."
"Many of my patients are sports nuts. So all you do when you see your
friends is go to sporting events?"
"No, not just that, we play pool, go to movies, drink beer and generally
hang out. You know. But I always have to make time for my sweetheart
here. Sometimes she is with me and my friends and sometimes we have
special alone time. That is the best time."
"Joanne, and how do you think things are going....."
Soon the trio was back under. "Steven, I want you to be truthful," Dr.
Zaaijer told him. "A month ago before meeting me, how did you really feel
about Joanne?"
Steven's facial expression changed immediately along with his posture.
Despite the clothing and makeup, he didn't look like a woman anymore.
Maybe you sort of could tell, but you knew something was wrong. Steven
started to speak, "Well, she was just another piece of ass. Adelaide was
right about me. I had other girls I was seeing, but I stayed with Joanne
because her mom hated me so much. Every time I was fucking Joanne, it was
like I was fucking her mother also. It was so exciting. Sometimes I
fantasized that Adelaide was watching us and at those times I would pump
harder."
Dr. Zaaijer started talking to Joanne next. "Joanne look to your left.
You know that is your mother. It always has been and it always will be.
Now look to your right. That is your boyfriend, he's your boyfriend now
and you love him very much. You would do anything to become his wife.
These are the two people you love most in this world. But of course you
love them in different ways. You are very close with your mother, but the
thought of anything sexual with her isn't only ridiculous, but disgusting.
Your boyfriend Steven is the hottest man you've ever seen. The thought of
him makes your heart flutter, your toes curl and your pussy wet."
Dr. Zaaijer then addressed Steven and Adelaide, but Joanne couldn't make
out what he told them.
"Finally, if you have any medical needs, come to me first. I'll recommend
a doctor if you need one. All of you won't remember anything that was
discussed while under my influence. You will continue as I have told you.
Now you may wake up," Dr. Zaaijer brought the trio out of their trance.
"As you were saying?" Dr. Zaaijer asked Joanne who was now fully awake as
was Steven on her right and her mom on her left.
Joanne had forgotten what she was about to say. She hesitated.
"Now that it's been a few weeks, how did it go?" Dr. Zaaijer encouraged.
"It worked out great."
"I know that. You said that before, but I need specifics."
"Dr. Zaaijer you are a miracle worker," Adelaide broke in. Everyone
turned toward her. Adelaide was sitting to the left of her daughter Her
legs were crossed at the knees in a naturally feminine fashion with her
hands draped over one knee.
Continuing Adelaide enthused, "I thought it was a waste of time to come
here. But I was totally wrong. I was totally wrong about a great many
things." Then she stood up and sauntered on her high heels the couple of
steps passed her daughter to Steven. Then to Steven, "I want to apologize
for everything. It was my fault. It was all my fault. I treated you so
terribly. But after all you were willing to do I see you differently now.
Not many men would wear the clothes of a mature woman for an entire month.
Let alone do the house cleaning and everything else you endured."
"Thank you, Mrs. Rios."
"Mrs. Rios??? Call me MOM!!!" Then Adelaide opened her arms in a way that
could only mean that she wanted a hug. Steven got up and fell into
Adelaide's arms. The two embraced in a loving hug. Both were now
smiling from ear to ear.
"Well it mustn't have been easy for you either, Mrs... mom. You had to
put up with my music, my job, my friends and everything else."
"A-hem," Dr. Zaaijer said after a few moments. "Let me finish my
questions first."
"I'm sorry," Adelaide said and she returned to her seat.
"I know how both Adelaide and Joanne feel, what about you Steven?"
Steven had returned to his seat. He was sitting with his legs spread
slightly apart feeling totally relaxed. Steven was wearing a bluish-green
short sleeved polo shirt with the Ralph Lauren logo on the upper left
chest. Two of its three buttons were fastened. Under that he wore black
dress pants with black socks and loafers. Despite his somewhat formal
dress, he wore a baseball cap which contained his long blonde hair.
Actually there was a hairnet which kept his hair from being seen under the
cap.
"I have to agree," Steven told his audience of three. "I have learned a
lot about this family and about myself. Who would have thought that
acting like a woman for a month would change me from a boy to a grown man.
I have always loved Joanne, but now I truly know what love is. I am going
to become the best man I can be for her. I learned a lot just by reading
Mrs....I mean Mom's romance novels."
"I see," Dr. Zaaijer said.
"I can give them to you when I finish them."
"No that is OK. It was good to see how women think, but they are all the
same."
"I know and I love my trashy novels. That was one of the things I missed
when I was pretending to be Adelaide."
"Didn't you like the new Wonder Woman Movie? You got to see it. I
didn't."
"It was OK, but I prefer movies that mean something. That have real
relationships between the characters."
"Like The Duchess Deal?" this was one of the novel's that Steven read
during the exchange.
"I know it's silly, but I just love them. I can't help it."
Steven sighed at Adelaide's reply. Real men weren't like that. Steven
was going to make himself strong for Joanne. Not just strong physically
(Steven could already lift 120 pounds over his head), but strong
psychologically and mentally. The guys in those books were ridiculous.
Steven was going to be a man, not a caricature of a man.
After a moment Adelaide continued, "He is right. But I still love those
books. You be any type of man you want and I'll be a 'Lady'. It's funny,
having to act like a man for so long has reminded me that I am a 'Lady'.
I thought I would never miss having to put on makeup. But now I love it."
"You can have it," Steven called out.
"Putting on makeup isn't a chore it's a privilege . I never realized
before how much just wearing makeup made me feel good. Not just that, but
everything. From now on, I am going to look my best at all times. Not
because I am vain, but just because it makes be feel good. Just adding a
little beauty to this world by dressing up is the least I can do. This
will probably be the last pair of pants I'll wear for a long while. You
wouldn't know it, but I think my legs are my best feature, I shouldn't
hide them with pants. Now that I think of it, I should start wearing more
tops without sleeves or at least very short ones." Adelaide continued.
"Mom," Joanne said. "I don't think that Dr. Zaaijer needs to know all
your fashion choices. That isn't why we are here." Joanne was enjoying
that her mom and her boyfriend were actually talking to each other. That
they weren't yelling, but really talking to each other. They had shared
experiences that had made them close. "Mom is right," Joanne thought,"
Dr. Zaaijer is a miracle worker."
Once they left the office, Steven said. "Now that I am back in my own
clothes, I'm going to the barber and cutting these extensions out of my
hair. I never want my hair this long again. I'm going to cut it even
shorter than it was before. I want to do it now, before we go home. I'll
probably stop wearing baseball caps all the time too.
Later at home, "Joanne, where are you?" Adelaide called. Joanne was in
the living room but when she heard her mother call, she came to her
mother's room. She found her looking at her clothes in her closet. "Look
at this, I experienced a month as a boy and it makes me realized just
how masculine women currently dress - including myself. I can't stand it.
You could count on your fingers the women you saw on the streets wearing
dresses or skirts (most of them wore those damn leggings nowadays) and, oh
god, you could count on the fingers of one hand the women you saw wearing
hosiery. And most of them, on top of everything, still wore those black
ripped stockings, looking like goths and punks with sidecut blue hair
wearing hosiery with holes on them. Dear God!" Adelaide complained.
"That's the style mom."
"No, no, no! I don't care. I am determined to never to look like a tomboy
again, much less a punk with blue or pink hair and ripped tights."
"You never looked like a punk, not even when you were in high school.
When was that; the early nineties?"
"That may be, but, after the swap, I started to think about today's
fashions. They are much too tomboyish. I don't know why but I started to
think of sitcoms from the 50s and 60s, such as 'I Love Lucy', 'The
Honeymooners', 'Donna Reed', you know shows like that. I realized how
Lucy, Alice and Donna practically never wore pants (actually all female
characters of the show almost never wore pants).
Rain or shine, they wore skirts and 'well-behaved' dresses, high heels,
pantyhose, and of course on special occasions elbow (usually white)
gloves. Those women were so pretty, so elegant. All of them. They could
be tough and smart, but they were always so feminine even when they were
arguing with their husbands. I swear I WILL NEVER WEAR PANTS AGAIN.".
"Never???"
"Well almost never. I want to be a lady again. I don't mean like now, I
mean when being a LADY meant something.
Can you see me wearing those swing skirts and wiggle dresses from those
old shows. I never used to wear things like that, I am going to. It'll
be like 'I Love Adelaide starring Adelaide'."
"Earth to mom. Earth to mom."
"Sorry I was just daydreaming, I've been doing it even more often,
thinking about all the times when I didn't welcome Jeremy with a tasty
dinner and he had to heat some cheap hot pockets in the microwave after a
hard day of work. Maybe that's how Brie got her hooks into him."
She thought of all the times her husband said, "Honey, you could dress a
little more feminine here and there. Wearing a skirt once in awhile,
wouldn't kill you, you know?". Adelaide felt sad and guilty. She had come
to imagine her as a housewife, not having to work anymore, just being a
mother and a wife.
Look at all this stuff that are female 'masculine' clothes. When Steven
wore it, it wasn't too different than what he wears now. Shirts, pants
all the same. I just decided that from now on I will dress exactly like
a 1950s housewife. But it won't be easy, always wearing pantyhose (even
on hot days) and high-heels, but any women of value should dress like
that," she thought. "But it'll be worth it."
"When it's ninety degrees and you have to walk several blocks you might
not think so."
"Being beautiful takes work and sacrifice. No man could do this. It's up
to the ladies and so far no lady is willing to take up the challenge.
Well I am MAN enough.
I won't be dressing like that only when I go out. Lucy didn't, Donna
didn't. Absolutely not! I will be wearing pantyhose and high-heels 24/7,
from the moment I wake up until the moment I go to sleep. I am going to
grow a second skin called tights. But like a chameleon my tights won't
always be just plain pantyhose. I'll wear different colors and textures.
I have a hundred pairs of shoes, I'll have two hundred pairs of tights.
Even now I don't feel complete unless I am wearing them. I sort of feel
as if I am naked. It's sort of embarrassing to not be in them."
"Do you expect me to do that too?"
"No honey. This is how I feel I don't expect or care if anyone else does
or not. This is the real me. I am Lady Adelaide Rios.
I used to wear them. I loved the feeling of the nylons hugging my two
legs, I loved the feeling of the texture that they add, I even love
feeling of the slightly uncomfortable heat of wearing them on a sunny hot
day of summer. As weird as this may seem."
"You are so strange sometimes mom."
"That is it," Adelaide said at last. She quickly took all her old clothes
off the hanger - from her tomboy trousers to the vulgar dresses that she
now, frankly, having seen what men thought of women who dress like that -
felt ashamed of ever had bought them, she felt ashamed of ever having worn
them one day - and put all them in a box for the army of salvation. "I
imagine this could be useful to some woman in need. Or even some man,
actually. I don't care, pants are for men...who cares if they zip in the
back. You know the funny part? Some of my clothes could very well be
worn by men, and no one would be suspicious, especially those jeans. Those
damn androgyny fashions!"
Wearing her now last 'tomboy' clothes, Adelaide had Joanne help her take
boxes of her clothes and put them in the trunk of the car. "We'll take
the opportunity, while we are going to the mall, to get by the shelter and
get rid of them."
"I'm coming with you?"
"Yes, I need you to help me carry my new wardrobe. Besides I wanted to
talk to you."
"More rants about fashion?"
"No, something else."
On the way to the mall, Adelaide began, "Joanne honey, I wanted to talk to
you about Steven."
"What about him? I thought we settled all that?"
"We did, we did in spades, no other woman knows their son-in-law...well
future son-in-law like I do. I wanted to tell what a fine man I think he
is. I know he'll be a wonderful husband for you."
"Is that all?"
"No, I wanted to say again, that I was completely wrong and..."
"I know what you are going to say we have been over this. Is that the
only reason you wanted to talk."
"OK, the real reason. I'm going into the hospital to have some cosmetic
surgery done. I'm going to get breast implants. They will be at least a
D-cup. You know you need big boobs for the clothes I am about to buy or
the clothes won't look right.
"If that is what you want. I told you you should have got reconstructive
surgery before."
"OK, I am also going to get some other work done. I want my face to be
rounder and see if they can do something about my shoulders. I must have
over did the workouts because my shoulders seem too broard all of a
sudden."
That is a good idea. I'm sure they can do something."
"I can tell you something, I'll never lift another dumbbell again. I
won't even try and open stuck jars. I'll get a man to do that for me."
"A man?"
"Yes, once the surgery is over I am going to do two things for sure. The
first is fine myself a proper gentleman. I have been reading about them
for my entire life. This time I'll find one."
"What is the other thing?"
"I'm going back to school?"
"School?"
"Well sort of, cosmetology school. I just love makeup and all that stuff.
I'm going to become a cosmetologist."
"I'm sure you'll be a great makeup artist."
"Well no matter how I dress this isn't the fifties. If a lady has to have
a job, that is what she should do. I can set my own hours and make it
home to make dinner for my man."
"You have given this a lot of thought."
"Yes I have. Here we are at the mall. Look for a parking spot."
Arriving at the mall Adelaide and Joanne spent almost an hour looking for
a store that sold the clothes she wanted. "I guess, unfortunately, there
was not much demand for these kinds of clothes these days," Adelaide said
quietly more to herself than to Joanne. "Look at those mannequins in
clothing stores they are wearing those horrible skinny ripped jeans!"
They got back in the car and used the GPS to find something. A store
called "Vintage Way of Life" fit the bill. Upon entering the store, it
looked like they had been teleported to the fifties. There were dozens of
vintage dresses and a plethora of polka-dot dresses.
"Oh my god, Mom " Joanne called out, "look white elbow gloves!!! I
haven't ever seen these except on the rerun of those old TV sitcoms that
women wore on fancy occasions."
They spent hours at the store and bought dozens of dresses and skirts in
multiple styles, all vintage of course (it was amazing as there were
hardly any pants in the store at all, and certainly there were none of
those tiny dinner shorts, that most girls and even some mature women used
today). But there was ruffled bloomers. Adelaide snatched a handful of
them in many colors.
Adelaide bought several pairs of tights and pantyhose, including some
thicker tights for the winter.
Finally they purchased a several petticoats. How could she walk around in
many of the dresses she loved without a petticoat. Of course it had to be
the right design for the right dress. She bought several. The petticoats
alone cost as much as many of the dresses you buy today. They had more
material too.
You know Joanne I barely remember having worn one in my entire life. They
were the norm back in the day. When I was a little 8 years old girl and
was in my first-communion, I wore one underneath my white dress. I wore
it with white tights and Mary-Jane shoes. I showed you the picture of
that. I looked so adorable. You know besides women not dressing as
feminine as they used too, even little girls weren't dressed by their
parents as they used to."
"Well it's too late for me, but if I have a daughter, I'll be sure to
dress her in a frilly dress with a petticoat for her first-communion."
"I'll buy the entire outfit."
"OK I think we have it all. No more dressing like a guy for me. Along
with stockings and dresses and skirts, petticoats will be an essential
item for me from now on. The only moment in which I won't be wearing it
would be when a am sleeping or taking a bath," Adelaide declared. That
wouldn't happen of course. This was the twenty-first century, but she
would be as close as she could.
"I can't wait to get home," Adelaide told Joanne. She left the store
wearing a traditional blue and white plaid pattern dress with a red ribbon
tied around her waist and pearl earrings, and, of course, her sheer nude
tights.
On the way home, Adelaide spoke up, "You know I have been thinking. It's
just like in my novels. The men think they are so strong and in control.
But that isn't true. It doesn't matter what the man says or does, in the
end he'll be whatever the woman wants him to be. He yells and hits
things, but he hasn't a chance. That is what it's like in real life, if
you are strong enough to be a proper LADY. I mean that is always how the
books end, the guy still thinks he is strong and powerful. This is a good
thing because that's how we want our men. But she can get him to do
anything she wants just with the tiniest glance or a little smile.,"
"Really?"
"Look, men think they are the head of the household. But that is only
because we let them. They may be the head. Fine let them work like a dog
to pay for things, like my pedicures and pretty petticoats. They can be
the head for all the good it'll do them, we women are the neck. We point
the head where we want it to go. My novels show the way the world really
is, the men don't have a chance. The man thinks at the end he has the
woman, but that isn't true, it's the woman who has him."
Joanne thought that maybe her mother had a point. "But you experience how
it was to be a man for a month."
"I know. I hated every minute of it. I could never be a man again. I
mean I LOVE MEN. But I would never want to be one. Spending a month as a
man was too much. A lifetime would be intolerable.
They are overgrown babies. They play their silly games. Men don't
remember the important things like birthdays and anniversaries. They
can't feed themselves...well nothing good for them. They would wear the
same shirt and pants if you would let them. Believe me, men are just
babies. If they didn't have a woman around to take care of them, they
couldn't survive."
"So that is why you love those trashy novels so much???'
"Yeap, I guess that is it!"
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