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The Challenge Author's Note: I know it has been a long time since I've published anything but I have been stuck for ideas. I started on it, let it slip aside for a while, then saw some new comments on some old stories and it inspired me to get back to it. I hope this one is worth the wait. Joe reached down the side of the recliner and pressed the button that would drop the footrest and return the back to the vertical position. "What do you think, Babe," he asked as the chair transformed, "ready to head off to bed?" "Yeah, I suppose so," Colleen answered and reached to bring her own seat back to chair state from reclined. They plodded through the house back to the bedroom. Joe pulled his t- shirt over his head and tossed it to the hamper, then pulled off his shorts and dropped them in a chair. Two more steps and he was pulling the covers up. Colleen reached up under the back of her shirt and undid her bra giving out a sigh. She pulled off her shirt and bra and dropped them into the hamper as well. "Oh, it is so good getting that thing off." She turned and saw Joe. "You sure don't waste any time getting into bed. I still have so many things I have to do." "Anything I can do? I just figured I was done but if there is something else, let me know." "Never mind," Colleen sighed. She grabbed a nightgown from her dresser drawer and pulled it over her head. When it reached her waist she undid her pants, pushed them down and allowed the nightgown to drop to mid- thigh. She turned and went into the bathroom. Soon Joe heard the water running, toilet flushing, and other noises as she went through her nightly routine. "Why do you complain about things that you could do something about that I can't change?" he asked as she crawled into bed. "What do you mean?" "Well, if you washed your face earlier, say after we finished dinner, and brushed your teeth then you would be able to fall asleep faster because you'd be able to get right into bed when we are ready to go to bed. And you could remove your bra earlier, too if it bothers you that much. If we aren't going out or having people over I don't see why you can't get comfortable faster. I mean if I have to wear a tie you don't see me sitting around all night wearing it. I get rid of that sucker as fast as possible." "I get home from work," she retorted, "get dinner started, you help clean up but you know I don't like the way you load the dish washer so I have to do that. Once I am ready to sit down I don't want to take care of more things before I relax." "So, it is easier to complain," he needled her. "You're just being an ass now," she huffed. "I just don't understand the big deal," he leaned back. "If you don't want to wash your face early and the bra is that big a deal for you, take it off. That can't be so bad anyway. It's elastic. If it is the right size it just can't be that bad." "Now you are just being stupid," she growled. "You try wrapping a rubber band around your chest all day and see how you feel about it." "I've worn tight clothes plenty of times. As I said, if the fit is right, it isn't that big a deal. If it is too small, then, yeah, gotta get it off as soon as I can." "Oooohhhh," Colleen rolled away from him pulling the covers up over her shoulders. "I guess no kiss good night tonight," Joe thought to himself. He reached over and turned off the lamp beside the bed rolled to the opposite side. A couple days later Colleen walked up to Joe and whipped a tape measure around his chest. Took a good look, let it drop and started walking away. "What was that about?" Joe called after her. "Oh, just an idea I've got," she called back. "Don't worry about it." Joe started to ask more but decided it wasn't going to do him any good. When she got in these moods there wasn't any way to push her into giving up any answers. He didn't think about it much more, nothing came to mind as to what she could possibly be doing. "OK, Mr. Smartass," Colleen woke Joe with a laugh. "Today you get to find out what it's like to wear a bra all day." "What are you talking about?" he tried to clear his head. "Well, you think it is so easy dealing with it that I thought perhaps it would help you understand a little better if you were to spend a day in my shoes, well, my bra so to speak," she explained. "But, since my bra is a 26D, and your chest is 36 inches there isn't any way I could put you in one of mine, so I bought one just for you." She held up a bra by the straps. "As you can see I picked out a very pretty one for you to wear with some nice lace and a pretty little pink bow." "Have you lost your senses?" Joe asked as he sat up. "Why on Earth would I put something like that on?" "Because it hurts my feelings that you so easily dismiss me when I complain about something, especially something that you haven't any idea about. What makes you think you know anything about this? So, now, at least you'll have a little bit of an idea. So come on, stand up and let's see if it fits right." "I need a shower first," Joe got out of bed and proceeded to walk around Colleen avoiding her as she turned facing him holding the bra out. "That's fine," she grinned. "I'll be waiting when you are finished. Joe stripped naked and stood waiting for the water to get warm, then he stepped into the shower. As he was soaping himself up the curtain moved and Colleen stuck her head around it. "While you're in there, why don't you shave your chest?" "Shave my what?" he exclaimed. "You really have lost your mind" "Joe, I love you, but you are going to do this for me," Colleen handed him a new razor from her collection. "I'm not playing, it has become very important to me. So do it or I may not speak to you for a while. And you might find yourself sleeping elsewhere as well." Joe stood there letting the water cascade across his shoulders holding the little pink razor that was pushed into his hand staring at the place where Colleen's face had been just a moment before. Silently trying to decide if he really did hear what he thought he heard. He looked at the razor in his hand and decided he really must have. He sighed. After he did all his usual cleaning he started shaving his chest. Fortunately, he didn't have a lot of hair to shave but he was trying to be really careful not to nick himself as well. After a few minutes he turned off the shower, grabbed his towel and dried off. He ran his fingers down his chest and shuddered a bit. It felt so different. He really couldn't remember back to when he had a boy's body that was practically hairless. "This might not be too bad," he thought to himself. "Let's see," Colleen came back in as he stepped from the shower. "Oh, very nice." She ran her fingers lightly down his chest letting her nails rake his skin lightly. "I don't understand why you made me shave my chest." Joe continued to act indignant about the demand. He wasn't ready to admit to her that he already sort of liked it. "Well, for one, hairs can get caught and pull and that can be very uncomfortable," she started saying. "And for another, the adhesive will work better on bare skin." "Adhesive?" Joe's voice rose. "What adhesive?" "Well, I as I planned this I got to thinking that just wearing a bra isn't really the same. It needs to be holding something up to really appreciate the affect. So, I got you some fake boobs too. Now, with them hanging on your chest you'll get a better idea of what it is like to have them pulling on your shoulders and all. Now, don't worry, I got you the same size as me. I didn't want to overdo this." "Overdo this?" Joe moaned. "You don't consider this overdone?" "No, I don't," she smiled. "Now quit whining and come back to the bed. I want you laying down while I do this. Then we can get your bra on you and you can get to your regular day." "Aren't you going to be late to work," Joe tried an evasion. "Told them I had an important errand to take care of this morning and would be there as soon as I could. So, don't make me too late, OK?" she kissed him on the cheek as they left the bathroom. Joe stumbled back to the bed and dutifully lay down. He wondered to himself how he had managed to get himself into this situation. It only took him a moment that running his mouth had done him in yet again. Colleen was very careful to place his new breasts exactly right and settled onto his skin. "I've got to say," she spoke, "I didn't really consider how strange it would seem hold my husband's breasts. You ought to be ready now but don't move. Just to play it safe let's get your bra on. Hold out your arms." Joe reached out both arms above him and watches as his wife slipped the lacy black bra down his arms. She pulled it down under his boobs, slipped the straps onto his shoulders. "OK, sit up and I'll fasten it for you," she commanded. Joe sat up and felt the weight tug at him. The straps of the bra threatened to slide back down his arms but Colleen deftly caught the ends of the bra and fastened them together. She slipped the straps back onto his shoulders and adjusted them. "There," she patted his shoulder, "how's that feel?" "Weird," Joe groaned. "Oh, you'll survive," she moved around in front of him. "It is so nice that you get to work from home so that we can have this little experiment. Now, I better be going and I'll see you tonight. Promise you aren't going to take anything off, don't want this to all go to waste and have to start over again." "I promise," he shrugged his shoulders trying to get used to the foreign object that now surrounded him and the weight that pulled at him. He sat there for a few moments longer as he heard the door close, a car start and the engine noise fade away as it took Colleen off to her job. Then he looked down at the bra he had on. He reached up and fingered the little pink rose adorning his cleavage. Joe wasn't the sort to make a promise and break it. Colleen knew that about her husband and that was why she trusted him to do as he said which in turn kept Joe from breaking that promise. He sighed, got off the bed, grabbed his underwear from a drawer and went back to the bathroom to finish getting ready for his day. Once inside the bathroom again he saw himself in the mirror. Seeing the bra and the breasts, a slightly different shade than his own skin, but close, made him wonder. He pulled one side of the bra down exposing the breast. He was surprised to find it had a nipple as well. He slid it back into his bra. At first things were ok, aside from feeling the extra weight. Then as he started shaving his face he found his boob kept getting in his way and he had to change the angle of his arm. When he reached for his toothbrush, he rubbed his boob. "This is annoying," he told the mirror. At last he grabbed his shorts from the day before and pulled them on, then went to get a t-shirt for the day. He pulled it over his head and realized that he was going to have to stretch it over his chest. He liked his shirts to be fairly tight fitting. He wasn't any kind of body builder, or really not an exerciser of any type, but he did stay in good enough shape that he was proud of the body he had. He pulled the shirt back off and began digging through his shirts looking for one that he wouldn't mind losing. At last he located an older one that would likely be donated or trashed soon anyway, got his arms and head in the holes and pulled it over his breasts and down to his waist. Well, almost to his waist, the front was now a bit shorter. He did manage to pull it enough to get it tucked into his pants and it kept it from baring his stomach. He proceeded to go about the rest of his day trying to act as normally as possible. That wasn't as easy as he had hoped. There were the occasional adjustments to working around his enhanced chest, but what really bothered him was he would occasionally look down and see the outline of the black bra showing through the yellow t-shirt he had chosen to wear, and it got him a bit excited. That and catching a glimpse of himself as he passed a mirror seeing the shirt stretched so tight over his chest. The day finally came to an end, he shutdown his computer and went to the living room to wait for Colleen to arrive. He stretched, his shoulders ached more than usual, but he wouldn't admit, even to himself, that there might be something to what his wife had said. As he stretched he felt the bra making it a little more difficult to take the deep breath. "Oh, my," Colleen grinned as she came into the room. "Going for the 'let my sexy bra be seen through my shirt' look?" "You know how I like my shirts," he protested. "This shirt is done after today, it will be too stretched out after this to wear it again and I don't have another shirt that I want to lose." "Sorry, I didn't think about that," Colleen admitted. "So, I suppose you're ready to get that bra off now." "Yeah, and get rid of these breasts too," he admitted. "Oh, no," Colleen shook her head. "I'll help get the breasts off in the morning. Since you believe removing the bra is all I need to do to get comfortable, you'll keep the breasts for a full day and night." "So, if I take the bra off they'll be just hanging there?" he groaned. "Yup, that's why I looked for ones that would be attached rather than stuffed into the bra." Joe considered it for a moment. "What are we having for dinner tonight?" Colleen smiled. "Let's see what we have in the fridge." They ate, talked, watched some television, same as most nights. Then they went off to bed. "Let me help," Colleen came up behind Joe and undid the bra letting the ends free. Joe felt the release and stifled the urge to let out a sigh. He wasn't ready to admit that she had been right about feeling good getting it off. Instead he just said, "Thanks." After a while Colleen finished up and crawled into bed. She rolled over to Joe and laid a hand across him just under the false chest. "Tomorrow morning I'll help you get these off," she whispered. "Won't hurt you to experience the joys of sleeping with them." She kissed his cheek and fell asleep in moments. Joe lay there for a few minutes contemplating the day. He still didn't think it was that big a deal. Sure, the bra is a bit of an inconvenience but it also held things in check. He decided he actually liked the bra because it kept his chest stiller. He allowed himself to drop off to sleep. Joe woke to the alarm the next morning. He was feeling a little grumpy because he kept waking himself up during the night. Colleen was already up and about and emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel with a bottle in hand. "Here, let's get you back to your old self," she began working the liquid around the false breasts peeling them away. "Thank God," Joe immediately pulled away once free of the enhancements. "Not so easy, huh?" Colleen turned to head back to finish getting ready. "Oh, it was tough because I went from point A to point Z without any of the intervening steps. I had to suddenly adjust while you had a lifetime. I can't believe you spent money on that stuff thinking it would teach me some sort of lesson. Were you on the rag or something that made you come up with that lunacy?" Colleen froze in the doorway. Joe immediately knew he'd made a mistake with that last line but he wasn't thinking straight, and definitely not fast enough. He should have kept his mouth shut, again. When she turned around he was scared. He hadn't seen that look in her eyes in a very long time. She wasn't just angry, she was totally pissed. "You really got nothing out of yesterday, did you?" she growled. "Here I thought just a little taste of what I do might, MIGHT, just help you to understand and be a little more understanding in what I deal with. Oh, I've complained about my bra,..." "Wait..." Joe tried to interrupt. "I've complained about my shoes," Colleen continued. "Oh, and let me think..." "Please..." Joe tried again. "Make-up, dresses, hair!" her voice rose along with the list. "I must be insane to think..." "Col, please, I...." Joe held his hands out. "NO, I MUST BE ON THE RAG!" she turned and slammed the door closed behind her. Joe stood there, his chest still red-marked from the adhesive and remover. He tried to think if there was a way out. Right now he knew the one thing he couldn't do was go into that bathroom. He decided to go get himself a coffee and try and clear some of the cobwebs. Maybe he would head up to his office and start the day a little early. Give Colleen a clear path to head out and maybe calm down before they talked again. About thirty minutes later he heard her shoes loudly advancing across the floors, a couple moments later the door closed and he was alone in the house. Later that evening Colleen arrived back home. Joe had been going over and over the things he wanted to tell her. Tell her how poorly he slept, how he actually had learned some things, and basically beg for her forgiveness. "Don't say a single word," Colleen announced when she came in the door. "Not one syllable." She walked by him leaving him standing there with his mouth hanging open. "To say I was upset when I left this morning would be an understatement," Colleen started. Joe started to respond but she silenced him with a glare. "So I decided that perhaps a day wasn't going to be enough. And neither is a bra. You will spend the next thirty days getting up, cleaning your body which means shaving everything when it needs it, dressing for a real office, that's going to be in a dress or a skirt and blouse, with make-up and heels." She hesitated waiting for him to object. The look hadn't left her eyes though so Joe decided it best remain silent for at least the moment. He sensed there was more coming, and he was right. "I have a trunkful of things in the car that you will need for the next month, or" she halted again, a pregnant pause that put dread in Joe's heart. "you can find somewhere else to stay for the next month. And I am not talking about the couch or the rollaway we keep in the closet. You'll find some hotel room." "Hotel? But this is my office, not just our home," he finally broke his silence. "And you can work from the hotel just as well. You just better make sure it has good wifi," she sneered. "So, it sounds like you've already decided. You're heading for a hotel. Good enough, I'm going back out to return the stuff I picked up. I'd like it if you got whatever you'll need for the next month and be gone before I get back and at the end of that month we'll talk and see where we stand." "No, I didn't mean I decided," Joe protested. "I just reacted to having to move my office and everything. I don't want to leave, I want to apologize. I wasn't thinking straight this morning, I hadn't slept well at all and I should have kept my mouth shut. You were right, I did appreciate some of your discomfort. I should have admitted that." "My, my," Colleen seemed to soften some. "Do you really mean that?" "Yes," Joe groveled. "I should have said that this morning instead of saying all the stupid things I did say." "Well, then this next month is going to be a real learning experience," she smiled. "Will you be learning about my life, or what life without me will be like?" Joe slumped knowing defeat. "I'll learn about you. I don't want to be without you." "Believe it or not," Colleen sighed, "I don't want to be without you either. But there are days that I want to strangle you. Now, I am not without some compassion. Tomorrow is Saturday, you will get to have a regular day, same as always. Sunday morning you will get up, shower, and shave everything between your toes and your earlobes. You will then get your breasts again, and you will dress for the day. After that, you will dress for work as I said, after work you can get comfortable as you wish, as long as it is from the clothes we'll be bringing in. And you will wear a nightgown to sleep in." "What have I done," Joe groaned. "Oh, you stepped in it, that's for sure," Colleen told him, the anger was mostly gone now. "I think this will be a good thing. I think we'll reach a new level of understanding. You know those sexy outfits you buy me from time to time? Well, not to worry, I have a few things for you too. Of course some aren't suitable for the office, they'll be just for us when we have a date night at home. Now, come help me empty the car." Joe dutifully followed her to the garage hanging his head the whole way. He was shocked to see the number of bags filling the car. Sunday morning Joe woke up. He felt good, he'd slept well, and they'd made love the night before. He felt her stir beside him. "Good morning," he grinned and wrapped his arms around her. "Good morning to you," she purred. "So, you think you'll need any help this morning or shall I get breakfast started while you clean up. We'll get to getting you ready for the day after we eat this time." Joe started to ask what she was talking about, then remembered. So he started to ask if she was still serious, but remembered how her eyes had looked that day. "I can handle the shower and all myself," he answered trying not to sound like he had forgotten. "OK," she gave him a quick kiss. "Get to it, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. I'll set some things out for you to put on until we can do the rest." Confused by what she meant he rolled off the bed, went to the bathroom and started the water in the shower. He got in and began the long process of washing and shaving. His chest was still mostly bare, but he hadn't done anything below his hips. He twisted and contorted himself trying to be sure he reached every part while trying to be careful not to nick himself. At last he felt he had completed the task. He dried off and climbed out of the shower. He saw a small square of white on the counter and what appeared to be a white robe hanging on the door. He picked up the white packet from the counter and it unfolded to a pair of white satin panties complete with lace accents. He shuddered. Even though he had just spent twenty minutes shaving, the reality of what was coming hit him hard. He held the panties and stepped into them sliding them up his smooth legs. He adjusted himself into the tight panty and thrilled a bit at the feel they offered. He brushed out his hair as usual, it wasn't very long but longer than most men wore it, brushed his teeth, and put on his deodorant. Satisfied he donned the robe tying the silky sash tight after adjusting it to stay closed around him. The robe was long, almost to the floor. He became excited walking to the kitchen, his legs pushing through the split in the robe and closing back up again as he moved. He entered the kitchen, Colleen was at the stove still in her short nightie, plating the eggs with the toast and sausage already there. "Well, like the robe?" she asked as she carried the plates to the table. Two coffees were already there. "Yeah, feels real nice," he answered. He sat in the chair and the robe split open exposing him up to mid-thigh. He felt oddly exposed and pulled one side of the robe over covering himself. He crossed his legs so he could pinch the robe in to prevent it from falling open again. They spoke little while they ate and both worked to clean up the kitchen. "OK, I guess it's time," Colleen announced, "let's get back to the bath and get started. You've got a lot to learn." Again Joe thought about asking if it was really necessary to continue on with this. Again he remembered how angry she had gotten and made the wise choice of keeping his mouth shut and just following her back to the bathroom. First a stop on the bed to apply his breasts, then a white bra that he felt must go with the panty, same lace pattern, also a rose on both the panty and the bra. "OK, now watch, listen and learn," Colleen instructed him. Tomorrow morning you will need to do your own make-up. It takes practice to get it right so don't expect perfection the first day, but this is how you do it." She went through concealer, powder, mascara, eye shadow, and lipstick. Then she worked on his hair fashioning it with gel to get it into something that looked like it could be a woman's hair style. She looked at her work and decided it was as good as she could get it. "I look ridiculous," Joe stated. "You don't look real feminine," Colleen admitted, "but we aren't trying to make you up so you can go to the market. You have a few things that stand out right now. I know there are ways out there to disguise that, but the lesson is to learn about how I feel, right?" "Right," he sighed. "OK, it's Sunday, a chill day," Colleen went to the closet. "Here, put these on." Joe took a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from her. His heart rose a bit. He pulled the jeans on and realized they fit very tight from just above the ankle to his hips. He ran his hands over the butt and felt the embroidery on the pockets. He looked in the mirror and saw the stitched flowers on each of the pockets. He slipped the tee over his head, he pulled it down over his breasts and down below his hips. It fit tight the way he liked. It was yellow with very short sleeves. "You look cute," Colleen observed. "Now, get out. I need to get ready. Oh, shoes! She pulled a pair of sneakers from the closet and a roll of socks. "Try these!" Joe went out and sat on the bed. He unrolled the socks and found they were little footies with a yellow ball attached to the back. He slipped them on, pulled on the white sneaker, the little ball dangled out the back. He decided to go to the living room and see what was on the television that might be worth watching. He caught sight of himself in a mirror as he walked by and did a double take. "Thirty days?" A short time later Colleen entered the room dressed almost exactly the same: jeans, tee, and sneakers. Except the tee was pink, as was the balls on the socks, and the tee was knotted on her left hip. "So, what shall we do?" she asked as she dropped down onto the couch. "Play a game? Rent a movie online? Watch some home improvement show?" "I think I'll leave it up to you," Joe answered. They spent the day doing a little bit of everything until it finally came time to go to bed. Colleen took him to the bathroom and showed him how to remove all the makeup and get his skin clean. He stripped down to his panties and pulled on a nightgown that reached mid-thigh. "Last time I had breasts I didn't sleep well at all," he informed Colleen, "and then I said some stupid things that got me to where we are right now. So, please, don't say anything to me tomorrow that might prod me to say something else! I don't want to see what you would come up with next." Colleen laughed. "OK, I won't. But, you will want to get up a bit earlier because it will take you longer to get ready for work. This week I am going to set out your clothes for you, then starting Saturday you can start picking out your own." "OK," Joe turned and went to the bed. Tried to slide under the covers but realized the nightie wouldn't cooperate. He finally pulled the covers all the way back, slipped into the side, gave the nightie a slight pull and dragged the covers back over. Colleen soon joined him, kissed him good night and they drifted off to sleep. The next morning Joe crawled from the bed, felt the nightie drop down around the top of his legs. He tried to peel it off over his head but it hung under his breasts. Trying to wake up more he pulled it over his breasts and off. He tossed it to the chair near the bed to wear again that night. While in the shower Colleen called to him, "Honey, I'm heading out. Do me a favor, please. Wait to change after work until after I get home. I'd like to see how you look on your first day." "OK, fine," he answered and sighed to himself. He climbed out of the shower and looked at what had been left for him. Red bra and panty set, lace but no roses this time. A red dress as well. He pulled on the bra, struggled a bit as this was the first time he had to do it by himself, but managed to get it on. He slipped the panty on, cut high to the hip, again he found he liked the feel of it. He then went to work finishing up his morning routine. At last he pulled the dress from the hanger. He pulled it down over his head, made sure it settled under his breasts correctly and checked it out. Short sleeves, scoop neck that didn't reveal any cleavage. The skirt was very loose, lots of material that hung to right at his knees. He turned a little and watched the skirt swirl around. "This isn't too bad," he remarked. The he caught sight of his bra strap peeking out at his shoulder. He reached up and moved it further out his shoulder under the dress. "I guess that is why the colors match, I almost didn't notice." The he thought of the black bra under the yellow tee he had worn, and thought "not as easy to see". Then he saw red shoes, a pair of pumps with a modest heel. He sat on the edge of the tub and got them on after a brief argument with his skirt being in the way. He stood and checked his balance. The heel was wide enough as to not be too much of a challenge, and not so high that he felt he was on his toes. He stepped and slammed his heal on the floor and stumbled a bit. "I guess it isn't just about balance." He moved about for a couple steps getting used to them. "OK, make-up," he looked at himself and grimaced. "After breakfast." He marched out of the bathroom and on to the kitchen. He puttered about the kitchen putting together his breakfast: coffee and cereal. He couldn't help but notice the feeling of the skirt brushing against his legs as he moved about, and how he didn't feel it when he stood still. He found himself sliding his hand down his rear feeling the skirt, the edge of the panty beneath, and making the skirt brush against his leg. He finished breakfast and went back to the bathroom. He tried to remember all the things his wife had shown him the day before. He was still trying to justify not doing something, like putting on the make- up and losing the internal argument again. Then he looked at himself in the mirror again seeing everything and realized he might as well get to it. He had allowed himself to get in this position because of his smart mouth. He went to work. In the end he finished trying to get his hair just so, looked in the mirror and shook his head. It looked bad to him. Not even close to what his wife had done but he was out of time. He noticed traces of powder on his dress and carefully brushed it away. Now he needed to get to his office and sign on. He walked in and sat in his chair, feeling his dress get pulled as he sat. The skirt had hung on the arm of the chair and was trying to twist around him. He started the boot process of his PC and stood up, yanked his dress back into position, moved so he was in front of the chair and pulled the skirt under him as he sat. "I guess watching women all these years has taught me a little something." He worked away not noticing much difference in his day. He had already had a day where he had boobs in his way, he was adjusting to it pretty well. About mid-morning he went to the bathroom. He lifted the seat, pulled up his dress and lowered his panty proceeding to pee as always. He hated having to hold his dress and himself to make sure the dress didn't fall into the stream as he went. When he finished he put himself back together and went back to work. He got through the day, shutdown and left his office. He thought about what Colleen had asked this morning and was certain she would be far from impressed. He also thought about trying again but considered that maybe she would appreciate the effort and shorten his sentence. "Wouldn't it be great if I could get out of this at the end of the week? Or maybe even after today?" Then he thought maybe if he started dinner it would go toward helping to grease those wheels. He headed for the kitchen. There was a frozen pizza in the freezer and salad in the fridge. He started the oven and gathered the other things he would need. A glance at the clock and he saw he would have just enough time so dinner ought to be ready as Colleen arrived. He was pulling the pizza from the oven when Colleen came in. "Do I smell pizza?" she called. "Oh, my!" she came into the kitchen as Joe was placing the pizza on the table. Salads and drinks already there. "Oh, wow," she stifled a laugh when Joe turned around and faced her. "OK, well, it really isn't that bad for a first try." She couldn't help but snicker a bit. "Yeah, I know," he frowned. "I looked like I was attacked by little kids with crayons." "No, it really isn't that bad," she went and wrapped her arms around him. "I mean, it isn't good, but not that bad. You'll get better." The last comment made his heart fall a bit. She wasn't going to let it end today. He held out hope for later in the week though. They ate their dinner, cleaned up the kitchen together, then proceeded to sit and watch TV together. Colleen talked about a few things about her day but totally avoided talking about Joe's attire. As the evening passed they decided to head off to bed. Joe stripped off the dress and removed the bra. He groaned a bit as he flexed his muscles trying to loosen them from being restricted all day. He'd made the sound before he realized he was going to make it. He glanced quickly over at Colleen but she was already walking into the bathroom. Perhaps she hadn't heard him, he thought. Then thought, maybe it would have been better if she had. Maybe it would be better now that I can admit I was talking about something I had no idea about the things I should have just accepted her complaint and given her a little compassion. If I do it now, I doubt she would accept it as sincere. He pulled on his nightgown and went to wash off his make-up resigned to the idea that this was his life for at least the week, possibly, no probably, longer. The next morning he started a little earlier and took more time doing his make-up. Still not perfect but markedly better than it was the day before. Today he found black bra and panty along with a blue dress with white polka dots. It had buttons that ran top to bottom. He pulled it on and began to button it up starting at his waist. The dress was fairly tight from below his boobs to his hips then below it became a full skirt that reached mid-calf. He buttoned it all the way to the bottom. He had a bit of trouble locating button and hole right below his breasts but finally managed, and with a mirror confirmed, he had all of them done. A pair of blue heels much like the day before awaited his feet. Once again the day proved to be fairly uneventful. He marveled that the longer skirt made it a lot warmer under it. Who would think a skirt could be so warm? Bathroom was getting easier, but just a little. He decided it was easier to sit and hold his skirt than to try and hold it up, especially with the length which created so much more volume. He found himself starting to subconsciously keeping his knees together even though there wasn't anyone around to try and look up his dress. And even if there were, this was so long it wouldn't have mattered. He imagined seeing a woman in the dress he wore sitting with her legs splayed like she was about to play a cello and just couldn't see it as being right. Colleen came home that night, she had called to say she was picking up Chinese for dinner that night, so Joe had set up for dinner while waiting for her arrival. Once again he decided, this time without being asked, to wait on Colleen to see how he looked that day. She arrived, they opened packages and prepared plates then moved to the table. "You've improved a lot in one day," Colleen commented. "You look very nice. Do you like that dress?" "Thanks," Joe nodded as he finished swallowing a bit of beef with broccoli. "I took a bit more time this morning now that I know it isn't as easy as I thought. And the dress? Yes, very nice. And, of course, you look amazing today as always. And I'm not just saying that because you complimented me. I am starting to appreciate what you do to look as wonderful as you do." "Thank you," Colleen smiled broadly, maybe even blushed a little. "I'd say progress is being made." Joe thought about asking about shortening his sentence at that point but decided it might not be as readily accepted as his compliment had been. Colleen is reasonable, most of the time, and he had pushed things too far to find himself sitting at the table trying to be careful to not spill fried rice down the front of his dress. The rest of the week ran along pretty much the same. The outfits changed each day to whatever Colleen decided to have him wear. Otherwise, Joe found himself falling into the same pattern he followed before this all started. The differences being that he started the day earlier because it took longer to get ready, and he changed the way he did something because of the dresses he wore and the heels. Wednesday found a white panty, bra and camisole along with a white blouse that was not quite sheer, and a pleated skirt that reached his knee. The top layer was sheerer than the blouse but a linen skirt underneath prevented it from being see-through. Thursday offered a new challenge. The dress was tan with black sides that pointed in toward his waist. Once he thought he was ready he realized this dress fit a lot different. It was body hugging all the way down to the hem a few inches above his knees. The panty he wore did leave a little indentation that he could see but there appeared to be a mouse that had gotten under his dress. While he shouldn't have cared, he had already developed a sense of appreciating his own efforts in looking good for himself and Colleen when she got home. He pulled the dress up over his hips, worked himself around until he felt he had tucked himself sufficiently away, then pulled his dress back down. He inspected himself again, realized the pattern in the dress made it look like he had more of a trim waist than he actually had and smiled. He turned to leave, checked his butt and satisfied went on to work. When he got up Friday he wondered if it would be a casual Friday. Colleen often had casual days at work maybe she will give me a break. He found that wasn't the case and she even left a note of explanation. CASUAL DAY IS GREAT EXCEPT WHEN YOU MAKE PLANS TO GO OUT WITH THE GIRLS AFTER WORK. NEED TO WEAR SOMETHING THAT GOES BOTH WAYS. "Black panty again but no bra?" Joe spoke to his reflection. "What kind of night with the girls was she planning?" When he started dressing he found that the dress, a black dress with spaghetti straps, had a built in bra. He managed to get it on and found the neckline was just low enough to expose a hint of cleavage and it was shorter than any of the dresses he had worn exposing at least half his thigh. There was also a black jacket. The shoes were sandals with a slightly higher heel than he had worn before, and a bit thinner. He took some time getting used to them before heading out to start his day. Colleen called him later in the day to assure him he wouldn't actually be going out but thought it would be nice if they could have some wine and music instead of TV that night. Joe went and hung up the jacket preparing for Colleen's arrival. She came in wearing a short blue dress, tight. Together they looked like a couple ladies ready for a night on the town. They drank wine, danced, and had a wonderful time. Joe was a little disappointed that when they left for the bedroom it was the same as the previous nights. He wondered how much longer he was going to be kept in the dog-house. The next morning Colleen reached over and snuggled up close. "Good morning," she whispered. "Morning," Joe murmured back. "Today is the last day of what I had planned when I started this," she started explaining. "Clean up, you'll find jeans and tee along with other things for today. But, we are going to have a special evening tonight. We'll be staying in, but dressing for a special evening out. You'll see when we start getting ready around 4:00." "Why 4:00?" "Because we are treating it like a date where we are going out with reservations and all, and you'll get the idea when we get ready." She rolled back across the bed and went to change. Joe stripped and showered. He automatically checked for hair now without thinking about it and did a little touch up. He left the shower, dried off, put on his bra, panty, tee and jeans and went out to join Colleen. They worked on things around the house together until it was time to get ready for their date. "I've put your things in the other bedroom," Colleen told him. "I don't want us getting ready together. We'll meet up in the living room when ready, ok?" she kissed his cheek and left without waiting for an answer. Joe waited for a second and then headed for the other bedroom. He saw clothes laid out on the bed, make-up arranged on the dresser, so began stripping off his clothes. Naked he picked up the first item, a black bustier with garters dangling from the bottom. He knew what it was, he had bought something like this for Colleen years ago. He wormed his way into it, it fit tight and held his boobs up. The cups barely covered the nipple, lots of bare skin. He found a pair of stockings and worked out how to get them on and attached. He almost overlooked the panty, a g-string with a large black bow on the back. Between the string in a place he wasn't accustomed and the ends of the bow he wasn't completely comfortable with it but he went to the mirror and began doing his make-up and hair. By now he had gotten pretty good. He was certain there was much more he could learn about the process, but felt like he was doing well for what Colleen had hoped to accomplish. He took the dress from the hanger. Another black dress. He pulled it on and saw the V-neck plunged all the way to almost expose the bustier underneath. All that bare skin shone against the black fabric. The skirt was multi-layered and short. Not quite short enough to expose the lace tops of the stockings, but sitting would be an experience trying to keep things decent. The shoes were higher than before. A very sexy sandal. He got them strapped on and stood. The day before helped him adjust to these new shoes a little easier. He checked himself over again and headed for the living room. Joe didn't need to wait long before Colleen showed up. She had really done herself up. Hair and make-up were amazing and showed him just what could be done. She had done it before, but he had a new appreciation for it. She wore a deep blue dress, every bit as short as his own and showing as much cleavage, black hose, and sky-high heels. "Wow!" Joe uttered. "You look amazing! I don't think I'd let you out of the house looking like that. I couldn't fight off everyone that would be after you." "Thanks, but you still haven't learned," she turned and walked toward the kitchen accentuating the wiggle in her butt as she left, "but I can take care of myself." "Right," Joe tried to collect himself again, "I forget." "Besides," Colleen stopped and looked Joe over, "you might have to worry about yourself. You are getting very good at making yourself into a woman. I'll bet we could go to a club right now and nobody would be the wiser. But don't worry," she added as she saw the look of terror cross his face, "we are staying in. Let's go make some dinner." They worked together in the kitchen after donning aprons to keep their dresses clean. When it was ready they lit candles and enjoyed a quiet dinner together. After cleaning up they played some soft music and danced and talked until Colleen took Joe's hand and led him back to the bedroom. Joe woke the next morning, Colleen was still asleep cuddled up close to him. She still had on the garter and stockings, he still had on the bustier and stockings, though the garters had come off one of the stockings and the top of it bagged at his knee. He smiled as he remembered he events of the evening before culminating in an exuberant session of love making. He peeked and saw the dresses flung on a chair, no idea where the panties went. He remembered she had on a sheer black g-string when they started. Colleen stirred. "Good morning." He kissed her forehead. "Good morning to you too." She wrapped an arm beneath his breasts and buried her forehead against his neck. They lay there for a few minutes, neither saying anything. Colleen finally broke the silence. "Joe." She reached up and traced her fingers between his breasts. "I know you want this to be over, but I am not ready to let you completely off the hook yet. You just spent a week with me selecting your clothes, planning everything out for you. This week I want it all on you. You still don't have a complete idea of what it is like to be a woman. You don't have some guy trying to look up your skirt, or worry about the wind blowing it up while you walk down the street. You don't have someone 'accidentally' touching your butt, your boob, or even your shoulder. You don't have to deal with a monthly period either. So don't think that just because you have spent a week dressing up that you know everything. You have a better understanding, but still not a complete one." "You're right," Joe answered. "I was starting to think this wasn't that bad as I got toward the end of the week and accustomed to doing everything. I did hope you would let me off the hook after the week, and thought after last night maybe all was forgiven. But I understand you wanting me to continue. I'll do my best this week." They climbed out of bed, Joe proceeded to pick out a panty and bra. He held up different ones and realized he was confused. Even having worn bras every day for the week he found there were different styles that he really hadn't noticed. And the panties! Good grief, he had noticed the different cuts before but it seemed there were even more than he imagined. And throw in the lace, or sheer panels, the materials that seemed to be so different. Today was supposed to be relaxed, it was Sunday. He finally decided on a white bra and panty. After showering he dressed in a green tee and capri pants. Grabbed a pair of flats from the closet and joined Colleen for the day. If Joe thought Sunday was tough trying to pick out clothes he was in for a real challenge on Monday as he prepared for a day at work. He amazed himself as he changed bras because the first one didn't work with the dress he selected. Then found himself with his dress pulled up around his hips, changing his panty because the lines it left weren't attractive at all under the dress and selected one that was far less obvious. The next day he chose a red blouse and black leather skirt. He found himself imagining being in a real office and wondering if the outfit he chose would garner positive or negative attention. How would he feel if he saw a woman wearing this? How would other women react? Yes, he was starting to think about how they would think about things. Understanding was blossoming in his mind as he chose outfits to appear professional but wanting to feel good about himself as well. Colleen always commented on his choices when she got home. Early on she had a question or two but later in the week she was being very positive. Thursday night Joe suggested another Friday evening after work outing as they had done the previous week. He had come across a dress that he thought Colleen would find to be a good choice. When Colleen came in she was surprised to see Joe in a red dress that was mid-calf in length. Girls night out he usually preferred shorter dresses as she had chosen this morning. When he came toward her she saw that he had unbuttoned the dress to expose his cleavage, and also noted he had chosen a black bra that peeked out briefly. Also the buttons from the bottom were undone to halfway up his thigh. She wondered at the panty he had chosen as his thigh flashed through the opening in the skirt. "I wasn't sure you understood girl's night at first," she told him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "but I think I see you understand it very well indeed." They ate dinner, had drinks, played a game while music played in the background. "It's funny," Colleen told him. "I think I am enjoying these girl's nights even more than going out to the bars." "I'm glad," Joe told her. "I have been enjoying it too. It is worth the tr..." He cut himself off. "Worth what?" Colleen pressed. "What were you about to say?" Joe hesitated for several seconds. He finally decided to be honest. "I was about to say it was worth the trouble of picking everything out and making the extra effort to look a little nicer." A smile crept onto Colleen's face. She didn't say anything about the statement, felt she didn't need to. She could see the realization of the impact of that simple statement on Joe's face. Another week passed and Joe had reached that point of doing things that they were now habit. He showered, shaved, grabbed his lingerie and selected his outfit for the day. He was a bit more adept at putting on his make-up and a bit quicker about it too though it still took quite a bit of time. He wasn't about to do a half-assed job on it. He was intent on Colleen being happy with the job he was doing. And Colleen was impressed, though she tried to keep from telling him just how much she was. She wanted him to finish this experiment and though she was trying to hold on to the anger that drove her to put him in boobs and a dress, she was finding she liked the girl Joe had become. And she was very aware that even though he looked every bit a woman there was so much man left in him. And that seemed to make it even more exciting for her. It was Friday and Colleen was already gone. Joe selected a fuchsia dress with a deep v-neck. He snickered to himself realizing he had never considered he would think of a color like fuchsia before. He picked at the tight dress pulling it down to mid-thigh and checked himself over. Happy with the look he went to work. That evening he and Colleen were sitting talking when Colleen asked, "Would you like to go out next week?" A chill ran up Joe's spine followed by a souring of his stomach. Fear settled in on him. "How could I do that? I mean here around the house with just the two of us is one thing but around people?" "Joe," she stroked his hand, "you have gotten really good at this. I just thought it would be nice to really go out. We don't have to go anywhere near here where we might run into our neighbors. We'll go across town. Dinner at that restaurant we've been talking about. From what I've seen on their website it has a dimly lit dining room so the chances anyone could tell would be minimal." "But there are so many other ways I could get found out," Joe fretted. "Well, I have a bit of a confession, too." Colleen swallowed preparing to confess. "One night earlier this week I was talking to the girls at work and I showed them a picture I took of you when you weren't looking. I told them you were a new friend of mine that I was spending some time with and that was why I was not going out with them on Friday." Joe found he wasn't breathing, holding his breath, trying to make sense of the information he had just been given. She had betrayed him. His mouth worked but no sound came out. "I know," Colleen tried to comfort him, "I shouldn't have done it. But I have really come to want to have this new person become more a part of my life. You have changed in some subtle ways, in other ways not so subtle, but the basis of the man I fell in love with is still in there and all that combination has made me not want to see this end and I had to find out if it was just me being blinded by the love I feel for you. So, I took the picture." She pulled out her phone and showed him a picture of him walking into the room in a blue dress with full skirt. He took the phone and stared at the picture, he found his breath again but his stomach still felt odd. He wondered how he had missed her taking the picture, it looked like he was looking right at her. He then started to realize that if he didn't know it was him, that if he didn't remember putting on the dress in that photo that past Tuesday, that he wouldn't have realized it was him. He would have thought it was another woman. "The girls thought you looked pretty," Colleen went on. "They suggested I invite you along instead of me missing out. I told them that wasn't possible due to other things but assured them I would join them again on occasion. But next week is your last week and their invitation got me to thinking that I did want to go out with my new best girlfriend. This time no pressure from me, you decide, take your time, we have all week." Joe nodded numbly. He had no words. The evening was over. They went off to bed. It was Wednesday and Joe sat at his desk lost in thought. He was tracing a finger along the outside of his thigh where his dress had a slit. He still hadn't answered Colleen's question. It would be easy to just tell her no, the weekend would end the punishment she had doled out to him. He had done all she asked and he had developed an appreciation of the effort and the pains of some of the aspects of being a woman. He was also aware there were things he didn't understand, and likely never would, but he had done all she asked. Then there were the thoughts he was having about wanting to go out. At first he didn't want to admit he wanted to say yes to the dinner. He was scared, but also excited by the idea. That aspect of himself also scared him. He sighed, pulled his dress over a bit to hide the exposed thigh and tried to get back to work. "I'll do it," he told Colleen when she walked in the door. "Let's go to dinner Saturday night. "Really!" she cried. "That's great! We'll have a great time, you'll be wonderful." "I hope so," he answered. "I just don't want to end up in an emergency room for one reason or another. There are a lot of stupid people out there." "We'll just go to dinner, straight to the restaurant and home afterwards," she promised. "I don't want to take too many chances, but I so want to spend an evening out in a beautiful dress with my best girlfriend. You don't mind that I am calling you that, do you?" "No," Joe answered after thinking a moment. "It could have been worse if you had showed the girls that pic and said this is my husband that I am spending my weekends with." Saturday rolled around and they followed their new routine of spending the day doing household chores and then dressing for dinner in separate rooms. Joe came to the living room in a black dress. It was covered in a gold sparkle, v-neck that exposed some cleavage but remained tasteful. It was fitted beneath his breasts and hung to a few inches above his knees. He had chosen to wear sheer black pantyhose this evening as the weather had suddenly taken on a slight chill. A black high-heeled sandal with a gold accent. Colleen entered the room in a black and white dress. It flowed around her as she walked. It was just a bit shorter than Joe's dress and bared a little more cleavage. It had sleeves that Joe's dress lacked. "Bare legs?" Joe asked. "I thought it kind of chilly for that." "No, just really sheer hose," she smiled. "You ready for this?" "I hope so," Joe answered. "OK, oh, by the way, what about a name? I suppose I could call you Jo, like from Facts of Life but if you have something else in mind?" Joe thought about it some, "um, I hadn't thought about it, I'll let you know on the way. You drive, I think I'm too nervous." They went to the garage and Joe carefully entered the car making sure his dress didn't get caught in the door when he closed it. He pulled on his seatbelt, the strap slipping in between his breasts. He worried that the belt would wrinkle his dress and tried to arrange things to lessen that chance. "You catch on fast," Colleen commented. "You see what I go through when we go out now." "Is this the lesson you were looking to teach me tonight?" Joe sighed. "No, I hadn't thought about it. I really just wanted to spend an evening out with you, Joe." "Josey," he replied. "Josey?" "Yeah, Josey. And if after calling me that once or twice you accidentally go back to Joe then maybe someone will just accept it as a nickname if they overhear. I don't know, maybe that is stupid or paranoid," he sighed continuing to pick at his dress. "No, it's not stupid or paranoid. It's a good idea, Josey," she gave him a smile and proceeded to back out of the garage. It took close to an hour before they got to the restaurant. It was good the drive was so long because it gave Josey time to relax into her role. When they got to the restaurant the valet came to her door and opened it for her. She carefully exited the car making sure her dress didn't ride up. Josey was standing outside for the first time. She waited for Colleen to join her on the sidewalk. They walked in together, Colleen went to the desk and gave the name on the reservation. She was told they would be seated soon and could wait in the bar. Josey's eyes darted from one face to another searching for any recognition of what she really was. "Josey," Colleen called just a little louder than necessary, "over there are two seats at the bar. Let's get them." They sat, Colleen ordered a glass of wine for each of them, and then looked for a place to set her purse. Josey mimicked her action. "Now," Colleen leaned in closer speaking just loud enough for Josey to hear. "Just relax and enjoy this evening. The only one to give you more than a second look is a guy at a table near where we came in and he is getting an evil look from his date because he gave both of us too much attention for her to ignore. And I would bet it wasn't because he thought there was something odd." Josey nodded, picked up her glass of wine and took a sip. She wiped at the lipstick mark on her glass as she set it down. Fifteen minutes later they were led to their table. Colleen ordered a bottle of wine and an appetizer. Josey started to relax a bit as the isolation of the table was allowing her to talk a bit more freely. Soon they had salads, then dinner, and finally a dessert. More than two hours had passed since they walked into the restaurant. It was a wonderful time. At last they paid the bill and went back to get the car. After a brief wait the valet drove up. Josey walked around the car while another valet ran around the other way to beat her to the door. He offered a smile as he opened the door and Josey got in. She saw the young valet's eyes watching her legs as she entered the car. She gathered her dress and the door was closed. "I can't believe he was staring at my legs like that," Josey commented to Colleen. "Why? I've seen you scope out a nice pair of legs before," she laughed. "Do you really think you are any slier than he was?" "Well, from that statement, I guess not," she answered. "I just can't believe he was looking at my legs." Colleen reached over and ran her fingers up Jose's silky leg pushing the hem of her dress a little higher. "Well, I think you have really nice legs and well worth checking out." Josey shivered at both the touch and the comment. He also got reminded of his true state as he felt a stirring between his thighs of something buried within the silky panty he wore. He suddenly wanted to be home as quickly as possible, not from fear of being discovered outside, but from desire to be with his wife. He reached over and slid his fingers along the sheer silkiness of her thigh, reaching down between her legs and starting to push her dress higher. "Oh, I like this game," Colleen answered but grabbed his hand stopping it. "But, I do not want to have an accident. I'm afraid you'll have to wait until we get home." They waited but not much longer. Several minutes of making out in the car in the garage, then a trek to the bedroom that saw clothes scattered along the way until they dove into the bed together. The next morning Joe and Colleen woke and looked at each other. They laughed at the mess they each saw. "Well, it's over," Colleen sighed. "I think you've come a long way this past month. Thank you for doing it and not making me do something I didn't want to do, like leave or throw you out. I love you, I love you so much but you were hurting me in ways you just couldn't understand." "I know that now and I am so sorry," Joe answered and pulled her close. "I learned so much, and not just about how uncomfortable a bra can be, or shoes, or make-up or time to get ready, or any of a hundred things that you have been going through. I learned a lot about myself too. Thank you for putting up with my BS for all this time." "Well, you're a man," she answered, then laughed as she grabbed a breast. "Even if you don't look so much like one at the moment. I think it is time to get these off you." They left the bed and went to the bathroom. False breasts got removed, they showered and cleaned up. Joe grabbed some of his old clothes and dressed for a Sunday. Colleen did the same. Colleen offered to make breakfast and Joe helped out a bit. They sat and ate. After several minutes of silence Joe decided to speak up. "Colleen?" he began and hesitated. "What's up?" she asked. "Um, would you think it too weird of me if I said I wanted to keep Josey around sometimes?" "Like how?" she asked, though internally she was struggling to keep from exploding in excitement. "Well, for one, I really like the panties I've been wearing and I think I would like to continue wearing them, if you don't think it would be too weird for you." "Too weird for me?" she answered. "I've had you dressed in them for a month, if you like them that much, then I don't suppose I can complain about it. It is just underwear after all. Is that all?" "Well, um." He was having trouble saying what we wanted to. "Joe, please," she encouraged him, "we've been through a lot this month. There isn't anything you can tell me now that would upset me, unless that it is you want to leave me." "Leave? Oh, no, of course not," Joe assured her. "I just think I would like to be Josey every once in a while." It all came out before he could stop himself. Colleen watched the color fill his face and rush down to the collar of his t-shirt. He was clearly embarrassed at his confession of enjoying being made into a girl. "Joe," Colleen smiled, "I would really love it if Josey were to come around every so often, or as often as you like. What were you thinking?" "Well, I, um thought maybe I'd like to continue having our Friday girl's night on occasion, and maybe sometimes a dinner out like we did last night," he confessed. "OK, I'll confess to wanting to have Friday every Friday," Colleen told him, "that is if you want to. I could take it every other week or once a month if you feel that is all you are up for but I have enjoyed them so much. And last night's dinner was great and I so want to do that again, maybe other things too. I'd like to go to the theater, or a ballet or something really fancy. I just have all these visions of Colleen and Josey doing these things together. My best friend and lover has suddenly become my best girlfriend too. I don't want to lose either of them." "Oh, my God," Joe just stared at her. "I was worried that I might want to do this every week but would temper it back to once a month if it freaked you out too much because your husband was suddenly wanting to be all girly. Instead I find my wife loves the man and the woman. I'm not sure how this will play out over the months to come but I think, at least for now, that we can find a great balance." Colleen squealed, leapt from her chair, scooted around the table, plopped into Joe's lap and kissed him over and over. It was Friday night in late spring. Colleen and Josey were at a bar both dressed in colorful skirts and blouses. The other girls from Colleen's office had just left and they were just about to leave when two men with four drinks approached the table. "We'd like to join you ladies if you don't mind," one spoke up. "We brought you a drink to help convince you." "Sure, have a seat," Josey smiled. "But be warned, we are both married." They held up their left hands showing off the engagement rings and matching wedding bands. "Just in case that makes you change your mind." "Nope," the other man answered, "I noticed the rings before we bought the drinks. Thought you two looked pretty enough for the cost of a drink to have a sit with anyway." Josey looked at Colleen and they exchanged a look. This scene had played out a couple times in the last few months. The first time Josey had panicked a bit but Colleen managed to get them through it without any incidence. After that Josey's confidence grew and she started showing up with the girls from the office. Only Colleen remained aware of her double nature. After a few more drinks paid for by the guys one asked, "so maybe we could move this party elsewhere, somewhere a little more private." "Oh, no," Colleen answered. "We couldn't do that, told you right off, married. And my husband would find out right away. It is almost like he is with me. We better just be heading home. Thanks for the drinks and the conversation." Colleen and Josey got up, noted the looks of disappointment on the men's faces and left the bar. "I can't believe those guys hung in all that time hoping to take us somewhere. And they were married!" Josey exclaimed as they got in the car. "I know, but it isn't the first time," Colleen answered. "Some guys just can't be trusted. Just wait until next week when we are on that cruise. Do you think there won't be some guys hitting on two married women travelling without their husbands?" "But you will be with your husband, and I will be with my spouse," Josey teased. "Do you want to go back into the bar and explain that to those two guys?" "No thank you!" They both laughed and drove back home.