Misunderstood Fortune
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TRANSLATION for our dear friends across the pond for this and other
stories.
(Those who think this is teaching Granny to suck eggs, please forgive
me.)
UK : USA
Pants: Men's underpants or women's panties
Trousers: Pants
Knickers: Panties.
Tights : Sheer or opaque pantyhose.
Solicitor/Barrister : The two can often interchange but usually as
follows:
Solicitor: Not exclusively a lawyer who does most of his legal work
(e.g. Property conveyance) outside the courts, other than very low
courts.
Barrister: Again not exclusively but more often appearing for
prosecution or defence in higher courts, or legal opinions (only) on
potential outcomes.
MY MISUNDERSTOOD HUSBAND
Dear Elizabeth
You have asked me many times to tell you what happened to your brother
Victor, I'll do my best, although I don't really know why I would act
like that to my husband. I can only start at the beginning and finish
at the end, do my best to give you my thoughts in addition to events and
be as honest as possible.
As you know we'd been married for only two years but both the previous
men that I'd got very close to had both cheated on me, so that was the
reason that I insisted that he always wore women's pants under his
trousers. He could understand my distrust and actually told me, after a
couple of months, that he wouldn't want to go back to men's pants at
all. We even had a couple of games where he dressed completely and we
had sex with me on top. Sorry to go into the sordid details but I'll be
open about everything and in this case you can see dressing up wasn't
completely unknown to him.
Anyway, I first heard about one of his work collegues, Lexie, from my
friend Jan, who had seen him lunching with her one Monday. Then on
Thursday that week she saw them again at just before eleven in the
morning, that time driving in the direction of going out of town. On
Friday I drove to outside his office, but there was no sign of him until
he left work at about five fifteen and then he was on his own.
When I got home just a few minutes behind him I asked him how his week
went.
"Oh, a few problems that I think will take some sorting out."
"What sort of problems?" I asked.
"Oh nothing that serious, it's just that one of the staff is having
personal problems that I've been trying to help with. Anyway, how was
your week?"
I thought that was odd in itself. He never usually asks about my work
as he knows little about mechanical engineering and engineering
chemicals which is as you know, the research I do.
"I'm telling you now that if you had an affair, you would regret it a
very great deal indeed, Victor, you know how I worry about that sort of
thing."
"Tammy," he said, "you should know that I'll always be one hundred
percent loyal to you. You really must stop worrying about me." He
smiled at me with that disarming expression of his that always makes me
go weak at the knees. "Look, if you're that worried, it's quite cool
weather at the moment, would you like me to wear that bra to work as
well as the knickers?"
"Please, it would give me peace of mind."
Actually I had him in skirts most of that weekend, he looked quite
passable you know, so I had a very satisfying three early nights in bed
on the trot. I know we were both quite turned on by it and it was
something that we agreed we would repeat.
The following week he wore the bra and pants set with opaque black
tights instead of socks.. I accepted that it wouldn't always be
possible, after all the object was to make it too embarrassing to strip
off his clothes, not to humiliate him by having them showing through
them. It was his business and I accepted that he couldn't put it in
jeopardy by appearing strange to potential or actual customers. I was
busy at work as well, so I relied on Jan who told me that she saw Victor
again headed out of town at the same time on the Tuesday that time.
I had no option, I took the next week off and decided to follow him
whenever he left the office. Sure enough, on Tuesday he drove off with
Lexie in the car so I followed at a discrete distance. It was only
about a ten or fifteen minute drive when, to my horror, he drove into a
motel. It had a restaurant, so I left my car out of the way round the
corner and went to sit with a coffee in a corner behind an extrordinarly
large potted fern so I could see and not be seen.
At just after twelve they entered the restaurant with another couple,
sitting, smiling and chatting to each other in a quite carefree fashion.
Lexie definitely looked radiant and her make up was smudged, repairing
her lipstick was the first thing she did when she sat down. I was asked
if I wanted to eat, but I couldn't face anything. It seemed obvious
that my husband was one of a couple of business men having their bit on
the side and what's more, making a social event of it. It made me feel
sick.
I left without them seeing me and made two stops on the way home, a sex
shop where I bought a male chastity device and my work where I picked up
some chemicals from the lab. Some time ago I read a trade magazine
article about where someone had done this, although they used different
chemicals, but I'd noted it at the time and knew just what I was going
to do.
Back at home in the garage I worked to adapt the device. It was the
type that didn't need a padlock, as it was assembled it locked together
automatically and the whole device, made from chromed steel was hollow,
almost like a series of tubes in constrution and the locking mechanism
was in the widest of the hollowed out part. To unlock it a powerful
magnet had to be rubbed over it in one direction. I almost filled the
cavity with a liquid but left a little space. I washed three condoms of
all their lubrication, dried them and cut off the little narrow bulb at
the ends, then left them to soak in a third, very thick liquid chemical.
By cutting off the ends it would enable Victor to wear them permanently
because he could pee through them. I moved all these items, plus a
syringe containing a small amount of another chemical up to the bedroom,
wrote about what I had done in a letter and put it in an envelope ready.
When he got home that evening he was looking very cheerful, I was in no
doubt that he'd enjoyed the very satisfying day he's had. I told him
that I had a surprise for him and took him to the bedroom, first taking
his bra off and sticking a pair of very realistic breasts forms on his
chest. I replaced the bra then helped him into a nice tight tee shirt,
pulled down his knickers and tights and rolled each of the condoms over
his penis. He flinched when he felt the cold dampness on him but I
didn't give him an explanation. I then started to assemble the chastity
on him, over the top of the condoms. At the last minute I filled the
small amount of space in the locking section with the chemical from the
syringe, then closed it all up.
I redressed him in tights and pants, them painted his face with make up.
He didn't realise that this was entirely different make up to what I
used, and he queried it when I dried it off under a UV lamp. I checked
the time and it was well after the two part resin in the chastity would
have spontaneously set hard.
I handed him a letter I had typed and printed on our PC, then left to go
out for the evening. I didn't want to hear his ranting and lies.
Feeling a lot better and completely calm, I decided to try my husband's
motel for food. I entered the resaurant and was puzzled to see his
girlfriend with another woman already there and being served with a
meal. They raised their glasses in a toast. I couldn't resist it, I
walked over and sat down in an empty chair next to them.
"You look very pleased with yourself," I told her. "You're happy now
you've destroyed Victor's marriage and him along with it?"
She looked at me but instead of shock from being exposed as a marriage
breaker, she looked mildly amused.
"Whatever are you talking about, who are you?"
"Not that you care but I'm Victor's wife and I watched you playing your
little game today." I looked at her friend. "Has she been telling you
all about her new boyfriend?"
The woman looked at me, then burst out laughing. Well I wasn't going to
stand for that so I got up to leave.
"No, please don't go." I was shocked, the other woman spoke in a very
deep voice. "Vic wasn't breaking up his marriage, he was saving ours."
I was confused, I had seen what was going on with my own eyes. This
person was making no sense.
"Please let us explain," said Victor's bit on the side, "my name's
Lexie, I work for Victor."
"I know." I thought I would show her that I knew enough that there was
no point in lying to me.
"Three weeks ago I discovered that my husband, Gerry here, is a cross
dresser. I kicked him out and I was so devastated that it effected my
work. Of course you know how caring Victor is, he wanted to know all
about it and how he could help."
It was at this point a little worm entered my head and started
wriggling.
"He gave me a long talk about Gerry's condition, eventually confiding in
me that he sometimes lets you put him in a dress or a nightie and how
much he enjoys it. He asked me if I thought it made him into some sort
of monster.
Well I wasn't at all sure, but he came here and spoke to Gerry,
eventually arranged for us to get together here, where Gerry's been
staying, and talk. We've done that four times, the last was today when
Gerry had the wife of another cross dresser come along and explain that
it made a difference to their marriage. It made it better.
She didn't pretend that everything was perfect, but by letting her
husband pursue his 'hobby' now and again, she found she had a girlfriend
and a devoted husband. I made the decision to take him back, but first
I wanted to see him dressed and here he is."
She must have seen the look of abject terror on my face.
"So you see he definitely wasn't having an affair."
I stumbled across the room and just made it outside before I threw up.
I drove like a mad woman back to our home, searching my brains as to how
I could rectify this terrible situation. To make it clear just how bad
the situation was, I reproduce the letter I gave to Victor :
Dear Victor
I know all about you and your girlfriend's sordid little affair at the
motel during your work day. I warned you very specifically never to
cheat on me, that something awful would happen to you.
The make up I put on you is called 'permanent' but will last around four
or five months, I think that will humiliate you just a fraction of how
you've humiliated me but it will give you some idea.
More importantly, you will never have sex again
The chastity device on you has its lock sealed with an epoxy resin and
the remaining cavities in it are filled with formulate of mercury and
octanitrocubane and the latter is also layered in the condoms on you.
These are very powerful explosives and the formulate is unstable,
meaning that if you heat or try to cut the device off it will explode.
Any solvent applied to the resin will also heat it and have the same
effect.
The amount of explosive involved will kill you in an agonising way, but
the object of putting it on you is not to kill you. It is to ensure you
will never again have sexual contact with anyone.
Tammy
As I pulled into our driveway the unthinkable happened, there was an
explosion. I ran to the side door, opened it to a truly gruesome sight.
I'm not going to describe it as you know already from the coroner's
report, I'll just say that I didn't think the human body could hold so
much blood. Victor was on the floor, gasping for breath and making a
horrible wheezing, crying sound. He tried to say something but I
couldn't hear until I put my ear to his mouth.
"I didn't think you could do it to me." They were his last words.
As you know, that was all more than five years ago. I still won't talk,
I'm not worthy enough, I only write things down. I am guarded all the
time in here, but they'll let their guard down eventually, then I will
be able to end it all and join my poor misunderstood husband.
You have repeatedly asked me how I could have done it, the only thing I
can think of is that I am truely evil. At least I know it and so do my
solicitors and the barrister that had me committed here instead of an
ordinary prison.
Tammy.
Brandy
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