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"What the hell are you wearing?" his wife shouted, pulling off the
duvet that covered his body.
That morning they had each left for work at their usual time. They
didn't have to work that hard, having jointly owned the I.T. company
that he, John Marks, had started when he dropped out of university six
years previously. Silvia was the first employee he took on only six
months after it started, to carry out all of the
secretarial/accountancy/dogsbody jobs that he was finding he didn't
have time for. Things took their natural course and they married a
year after they started to live together and then he gave her thirty
percent of the business equity. That was a year ago, and it was only
now that his secret 'hobby' was exposed to her.
He hadn't been feeling well, only a touch of 'flue, but as everything
work-wise was being dealt with efficiently by the dozen or so hand
picked employees, so he'd followed his wife's advice and taken himself
off to bed. The trouble was that ever since they had been together,
his close working and living with Silvia had forced him to curtail his
dressing up very severely. They were usually only apart on Saturdays,
when she took herself off to shopping and Wednesday evenings when she
was at her working women's group. Once he had got home, he decided to
put on some of his sexy underwear to go to bed in. Then he had fallen
asleep. Now she had come home and discovered him.
"Why John?" was all she asked as she surveyed the stockings, suspender
belt, panty girdle and bra filled with silicon falsies.
"I'm sorry," he told her and with tears forming in his eyes explained
that he'd dressed as long as he could remember. How he found it so
relaxing when older, using his dressing to get away from the pressures
of school, uni and later the stress of setting up his own business.
"Once we were together I thought I wouldn't need to any more," he told
her "but I still just do it very occasionally."
"How often have you picked up a man?" she asked, a sneer not far from
her lips.
"Never!" he exclaimed. "I'm completely heterosexual, you should know
that, my love."
"Don't you 'love' me you pervert," she snapped back. "I should have
known that I was married to a sissy but I didn't. I'm going for a
drive and will probably eat out so I can have some time to think about
this. In the meantime make up the bed in the guest room for you to use
tonight."
With that she left him to his agony, finally allowing himself to weep
over what he was afraid was his lost marriage and moving clothes for
him to wear to work in the morning to the second bedroom. He climbed
to their loft where he kept his feminine finery, placing everything in
rubbish bags, adding what he had worn to bed, then placed the bags in
the garage, next to the bins, ready to go out with the recycling in two
days time.
He couldn't face anything to eat, just getting himself something to
drink and curling up in the unfamiliar bed. He was still conscious
when he heard his wife return very late and go to bed herself. He lay
wide awake through most of the night, finally getting up at five in the
morning to get ready for work and make himself coffee. They usually
shared a car into work, unless they had the need of both vehicles
during the course of the day but that morning he drove himself in to
immerse himself in whatever projects they had on the go. He left a
note for Silvia saying; 'Gone in early darling, remember that I love
you more than life itself.'
Although their official starting time wasn't until nine, his staff
started to drift in from about eight onwards. He had always run a very
generous bonus scheme, rewarding workers for their swift and efficient
handling of requests from their customers, most of whom were given a
named contact at the company and who looked after all their needs. The
men and women he employed appreciated the way in which he rewarded them
for their efforts and worked with commensurate diligence and interest
in their work. He couldn't remember the last time he had a problem
with any of them.
Most of their work was writing customs programmes and apps for
businesses nation-wide and was extremely successful at both pleasing
those who dealt with them and was highly profitable. He had always
overseen the technical side of the work and his wife oversaw the
financial and admin side of their company, with the assistance of her
secretary, Jillian Homes, and a young office girl for filing and other
simple tasks. It was Jillian that told him that his wife had
telephoned to say that she wasn't coming in until after lunch, when he
eventually plucked up courage to go to face her at about eleven
o'clock.
He tried to eat a sandwich at his desk at midday he was feeling too
sick and had to give it up. At two thirty Jillian rang him to ask if
he could come up to his wife's office to see her.
The admin office was on the smaller upper floor of the building, where
Silvia had the only private office in the building. He had always
preferred to work in an open plan environment, ensuring that he was
always approachable if anyone had a problem, but he accepted that his
wife valued her privacy to work in peace and quiet. He did have a
separate room downstairs, but it was only used for entertaining
clients.
With a great deal of trepidation he entered her office and closed the
door behind himself.
"Sit down John," she told him with an obvious edge to her voice. "I've
been to see a lawyer this morning and had him prepare some documents.
I want you to consider your options. You have a choice, I will either
divorce you, making your predilections public and I'm told that I'd
have a good chance of gaining the rest of the business from you. Your
alternative is that our stock positions would be reversed by your
signing over to me another forty percent of the equity, leaving you
with thirty percent. If you choose to do that you will retire to look
after our house while I continue to run the business, you will be in
effect almost a housewife. I'm sure that you won't find that a
punishment, given your desire to show your feminine traits. I must
warn you though that you will no longer be treated by me as my husband,
although you will still be so but in name only, you will have no claim
on me as a spouse. You will be expected to look after me and obey my
instructions and failing that I will go ahead with the divorce.
I noticed that you seem to have collected together quite a quantity of
female clothes that I think you intended to dispose of. I have put
them back in the small fourth bedroom of the house and taken all your
male clothes to the charity shop. You want to dress as a woman so now
is your chance and I will supply you with a uniform for your domestic
duties."
"Can't you let me explain about this Silvia?" he pleaded. "I only want
to do it occasionally, I don't want to live as a woman and I love you."
"I'm not here to debate the issue Joan, by the way that is to be your
new name if you decide to stay in my house. Either sign these forms or
I will start proceedings, I'll give you until four o'clock to decide."
He went back down to his desk in a state of shock. His staff noticed
that something was troubling him but didn't realise that they were the
ones he was most worried about. If Silvia took control she would
surely end the generous pay arrangements that he had with them, she had
kicked up enough fuss about his 'misplaced generosity' over the past
couple of years. She just didn't understand that the success of the
business depended on the rapport that had been built up with their
customers. The type of company he ran were almost ten a penny, anyone
could provide their clients with the programmes they developed for
them, but they had a personal service, knowing that each of the staff
knew the clients' business almost as well as they knew it themselves.
The programmes they wrote took into account each customer's
idiosyncrasies in a way that they would find hard to replace, but his
programmers would surely be tempted to leave and take their clients
with them.
All that Silvia would do would drive their staff away and lose the
customer base he had taken years to build up.
If he accepted her offer at least he would have some point of contact,
he believed her when she said that she had been advised that she might
get all the company from him. What he didn't know was that she'd
received no such advice. Her lawyer had told her that in this day and
age, she would be unlikely to keep her thirty percent as he had only
given her that as his wife, with almost pre-nuptial like conditions and
she had always been paid a handsome salary, at least twice the going
rate. Their house had been his old family home so she would have
little claim on that, having been married for such a short time.
While all that was unknown to him, he still had a scheme of his own up
his sleeve and formulated his plan. He was certain that he had no
choice but to agree to her terms, but he had no intention of going down
without a fight. He was going to make sure that whoever witnessed his
signature knew it was under duress.
At four he returned to his wife's office.
"Is there a chance we can eventually reconcile?" he asked her.
"I think it's possible," she replied, wary of not pushing him too far
before he signed the documents, "but it won't be for some time and will
also depend on how you show me respect and carry out my wishes in the
home."
When he told her he would agree to her terms she called Jillian in to
be a witness but as she stood there, he made a pointed comment to her.
"For the sake of the people who work here I'm succumbing to my wife's
blackmail, I want you to know that."
"Just sign with less of the melodrama Joan." She snarled his feminine
name, assuming that he would notice it and be more wary of what he
said. She didn't realise that her secretary had also picked up on it
and that she wasn't as loyal to Silvia as she had assumed. While the
private office was fairly well insulated for sound, her desk was right
next to the wall and she had often heard her boss complaining to her
husband about the amount the staff were paid. She had no doubt what
would happen if Silvia were to take over so she kept quiet about
something she'd noticed.
As each of several pieces of paper were dealt with, Jillian witnessed
them until they were all complete, placed in a recorded delivery
envelope which Silvia told her to take to the post office straight
away.
"Give me the keys to your car, you won't be needing it now, Joan, I'm
going to take it over and I'm selling mine, the man's coming to collect
it in the morning from here. I know I've always said that I prefer my
smaller Mercedes, but now I own the company I feel that my model
doesn't suit my new image."
He gave her a shocked look.
"Sorry, didn't you notice, Joan? The thirty percent interest in the
company which you think you own is dependant on my agreement for you to
have it, but only in five years time. In the meantime you have no
share in either the company, our house or bank accounts, you've signed
them all over to me. It's not my fault if you don't read what you sign
more carefully.
It's time for us to go home now, you have a lot to do tonight."
She drove him to their house, pleased to note that he seemed absolutely
beaten and it was certainly true that he felt just about as low as he
had ever felt in his life. He didn't speak a word and she had a wide
smile all the way.
"You will use the family bathroom from now on Joan," she told him, "my
bedroom and en-suite are out of bounds to you unless you are cleaning
or I specifically allow you in there. Now go upstairs and have a
shower, but first use the depilatory cream I've put in there and leave
all your clothes outside the door."
When he was done he walked into the small bedroom that was now his, to
find his wife waiting for him. The clothes he had taken off were
nowhere in sight.
"For this first time only I will help you dress." She held up a corset
and wrapped it round his body. "I realise that it takes a certain knack
to tighten these things and you don't seem to have one among your
girlie clothes, but unless you tighten this properly you won't be able
to do up your uniform."
She proceeded to pull the laces at the back with all her strength, he
was eventually finding it difficult to breathe. She attached black
seamed stockings to the suspenders then suggested it was time to put on
his panty girdle while being pleased to note that he appeared to have
gained no sexual pleasure from the uncomfortable under garment.
"Now don't bother with shoes for the moment, come downstairs to the
kitchen," she told him.
When he arrived it was fitted out almost like a hair salon and a lady,
who he recognised as the one that usually did his wife's hair, was
there laying out her tools of trade, his wife left him with her. He
was told to sit in the chair that was normally placed in the dining
room and she set to work, first trimming his customary long hair, then
placing it in rollers and a foul smelling liquid squirted onto it.
After covering it with a plastic cap, she told him that she would start
on his make up while the perm was setting.
She picked up a hypodermic syringe.
"If you intend to do anything to me that is really permanent," he
warned her. "I will sue you for your business, your house or anything
else you own or can earn in the future."
"But Mrs Marks told me that you wanted permanent make up? She even
signed the consent form." She posed it as a question.
"I'm telling you that my wife is blackmailing me and I won't consent to
anything that I can't undo later, is that clear? I must tell you that
I have a state of the art surveillance system in all our rooms, that is
voice or movement activated, so everything I'm telling you is being
recorded, so be warned."
"I have some make up that is called permanent but wears off in a month
or so, or could even be removed with a special cleanser, would that be
OK?"
"Yes, that's fine and I don't mind if you tell my wife a little white
lie about it, that will keep us both out of trouble." He smiled and
winked, she winked back and put the hypodermic needle away.
At the end of about three hours work he had to admit that the woman was
a genius as far as her chosen vocation. He could see no trace of a
male about him. The woman, who introduced herself as Toni once they
were getting on well, had intended to inject a new form of breast
enhancement into his chest that would have given him almost permanent
breasts, but she actually used a filling that would be absorbed into
his body in a matter of about six weeks, which he had readily agreed
to. He was now sporting his own 'C' cup bust, a little uncomfortable
at first, but well worth the experience of it from his point of view.
After Toni had left, Silvia came into the kitchen to gloat.
"How does it feel, now that you're going to have to be dressed as a
woman for the rest of your life Joan?"
"What do you mean?" He put on an air of panic.
"Everything that Toni has done to you is permanent. You'll never be
able to pretend that you're a man again. Aren't you going to thank me?
After all it cost me enough."
"But the make up will wear off, won't it?" he asked.
"What don't you understand about the word 'permanent' slut? It's never
coming off so you can always be the sissy you wanted."
"How could you do this to me?" He was genuinely upset that his
marriage had to end this way. "Haven't you ever loved me?"
"If you must know, the answer is that I wanted your money and you gave
me the perfect excuse to get it all. I thought I was going to have to
wait years to get a decent divorce settlement and now I not only don't
need to wait, I have a personal maid thrown in as well.
Tomorrow night is going to be a celebration. I want you to cook me a
four course meal for two, ready by seven o'clock, Champagne and nibbles
at six. I want my house spotless tomorrow, now go upstairs and put on
the uniform and shoes that I've laid out in your bedroom, then come
back here and get me some supper. I'll have it in the dining room, you
can eat after you've served me."
He went to his room to find what he had expected, a parody of a
uniform, a black satin French maid's outfit that was cut so low it
showed his new breasts and so short it not only showed his stocking
tops, it barely covered his panty. The white crinolines made the skirt
stand out almost horizontally. The shoes had five inch heels, two
inches higher than he had ever worn and left him fearful of breaking an
ankle. He looked around for more comfortable ones, but none were to be
found.
He did a simple meal, mainly with things out of the freezer to save
time, all the while mourning the loss of his marriage. Silvia of
course was under the impression that he was upset by the make up.
As instructed, he served her breakfast in bed the next morning, before
seeing her off to work, her first full day in charge. He set to work
cleaning the house, but also making his own arrangements for the
evening. The meal he organised was simple, but at the same time enough
to make his wife think that he'd gone to a lot of trouble. He often
cooked for them during their marriage, he enjoyed it more than her, she
usually arranged a delivery for nights she told him she would do the
meal.
Silvia had gone to another lawyer in the town, she knew that John was
friendly with the one they normally used for company business, so when
'Joan' rang them, it all came as a surprise to George Vincent who had
known them both for years. George arranged the things that Joan had
suggested and by four in the afternoon everything was in place.
At about quarter to five Jillian rang from the office to tell him that
his wife had caused a major upset by holding a meeting of all the staff
and telling them to expect some cut backs as a money saving exercise.
She had told them that the company was barely profitable and that the
move was forced on her by the bad management of her husband who had now
left the business. She was able to talk to him because Silvia had
already left the office.
Joan, now slipping back into John mode, told her to pass on the message
to everyone that he would be back in the office tomorrow and that they
shouldn't worry, there would be no changes and his wife would be gone
by tomorrow. He would explain everything to them then.
From the state of her when she arrived home, Joan knew his wife had
been to a bar to meet up with the man she brought home with her, they
were both very tipsy. Although he had been expecting it, Joan was
amazed that she had the nerve to bring a boyfriend back to her marital
home. It made it obvious that they had been having an affair for some
time.
He served them as well as any domestic servant would and didn't rise to
any of the substantial provocation that she aimed at him. After dinner
they both went to bed, noisily enjoying each other's bodies and even
demanding that he served them Irish coffees in bed, between bouts of
lovemaking. They were both sound asleep as Toni returned to the house
at seven the next morning to remove his make up.
At eight George Vincent arrived with paperwork and some male clothes
for John who dressed in them straight away. The waistcoat of a three
piece suit held his new breasts well hidden and some grease flattened
his permed hair.
It was quite a surprise for Silvia when a vaguely familiar looking man
entered her bedroom without knocking and shouted at the occupants of
the bed.
"Wake up! There's a lot for you to do today."
Two pairs of bleary hung-over eyes looked up at him, startled at the
sudden noise.
"Come on you two," he continued "you've only got an hour to get out of
my house."
George came into the room that now was starting to seem crowded and
handed Silvia a bunch of papers.
She started to gain her senses and decided it was time to fight back.
"Hasn't John told you, George? He signed everything over to me, this
is my house."
"I've got copies of the papers you had prepared here, Silvia." He
handed another sheaf of papers to her. "He hasn't signed anything, he
simply wrote on them 'Joan Norke' not John Marks and your witness has
already signed an affidavit that he wrote that because you were
blackmailing your husband."
"It's not my fault that you don't read the papers that are supposed to
be signed, is it?" Asked John, throwing her words of thirty six hours
previously at her.
"You will find the papers there" George explained "that include a
divorce petition, an exclusion order for you not to go nearer that one
hundred metres of John, this house or his place of work, together with
actions for damages for actual bodily harm, conspiracy to commit
grievous bodily harm, theft (that's of his clothes) and slavery. That
last one is because you had him working for you without pay. You now
have fifty five minutes to quit this house, I have police on the way to
ensure your departure without need for a breach of the peace."
At that point a very large man with a mean expression and the muscles
to back it up also entered the room.
"This is Les, Silvia," George introduced him. "He's a bit grumpy
because he has spent the last night in your guest room to act as a body
guard for my client John. He likes to be active and he hasn't had the
chance, so I suggest that you get a move on and don't upset him any
more."
Silvia and her lover jumped out of bed at that and as hurriedly dressed
an argument started when she suggested that they could go to his place.
This was rejected when he told her that he was still married and had a
wife at home, thereupon each started to blame the other.
"What about all my clothes and things?" she asked, tension in her
voice.
"I'll have them boxed up by Monday morning and you can ring George to
give him the address where I can send them," John told her.
"What happened to your make up? It was supposed to be tattooed on,"
she asked.
"I told Toni that I didn't want it and she agreed. Incidentally I
think you forgot all about the security system here, George has
recordings of everything that has gone on in this house for the last
three days and no, I'm not worried that my little 'hobby' will become
public. If any of my friends or workers don't like it they know what
they can do."
John left George and Les to see the pair off the premises and went into
the office. He of course used his car and was rather surprised to get a
visit from the man wanting to buy Silvia's car, actually owned by the
business. In fact he told him that it was no longer for sale and took
great pleasure in recycling the car by giving it to Jillian and making
her the company accountant, with a commensurate pay rise, especially as
he knew she already did most of the work.
A meeting settled the staff back in their normal happy frame of mind,
only mildly amused when he recounted his dressing that caused all the
trouble. The only request was from three of the female members of
staff, quickly backed up by the others, that he should come to the
office en-femme. He told them that he would think about it.
Several months passed by with the usual problems added to by the
divorce going through the courts. Silvia lost her claim on both the
house and her shares in the business, she should have been more content
than she was with the forty-odd thousand she had saved in her private
bank accounts, from her savings out of her high salary while working at
the firm. As it was, legal costs swallowed a large percentage of that.
Joan did make a fairly regular appearance at the office, the first time
when he had a particular visitor. A new customer mentioned to someone
that he always dealt with a man at John's company. The Equal
Opportunities Board got to hear of it and made an appointment to visit
and examine his gender policy.
Not only did they find that there was a numerical equality of the sexes
employed by him, he also greeted them in 'Joan' mode. They went away
happy.
Ignoring the old expression of 'once bitten, twice shy', inside three
years John married Jillian. His staff all cheered when both bride and
groom arrived wearing the most gorgeous wedding gowns.
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