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I had no choice. By Sissy Melanie 1 - In the beginning. My wife, Susan and I used to have a fairly normal life. We had been married for about five years, I felt that things were good between us. We both had reasonable jobs, we had a nice house and kept to ourselves for the most part. We were not party goers but we did like to socialize on occasion, by this, I mean going out for drinks a few times a year. We did not have a circle of friends so to speak. I met Susan while she was in college. We dated for about 4 years before we were married. Susan was fairly shy and not very adventurous. We had sex a couple of times a week, nothing weird or kinky, we were not into stuff like that. Then Susan met Samantha and things started to change. Samantha was a new employee at the Bank where Susan worked. Samantha was the polar opposite to Susan, loud, outgoing and up for almost anything. One evening, while we were eating dinner, Susan mentioned that Samantha had asked if she would like to go out with her for some drinks on Friday night. Susan said that it would be good to get to know Samantha asked if I would mind. I said that I thought it would be great for her to get out and do something different. Samantha picked Susan up at 7pm, and they did not get back until 2 O'clock the next morning, Susan was very drunk. I had never seen Susan that drunk before and I knew that she would regret it the next day. But she did the same thing the next week. Then it became twice a week. In the end, Susan didn't even bother telling me that she would be going out, just calling to me as she left, "Don't wait up, going out with Sam." For the next couple of months, I barely saw Susan. She began to dress differently, short skirts, high heel shoes and skimpy tops. She changed her hair, wore more make-up and had much more confidence than I had ever seen before. We had not had sex in a few weeks, she was always too tired when we went to bed. On this particular Friday night, Susan did not come home at all. At about 1 O'clock on Saturday afternoon, I saw Samantha's car pull up in front of the house and Susan got out. Susan waved to her friend as she drove away and then made her way to the house. I was so mad, I just had to tell her that this behaviour had to stop. As Susan came in the front door, I confronted her and said, "We have to talk." She just pushed past me and said, "We can talk in a bit, I need to take a shower," then she went upstairs to our bedroom and closed the door. When Susan finally came down, I was waiting at the kitchen table. Susan looked amazing, she had fresh makeup on and was wearing a tight pair of jeans with heels. Her hair was down on her shoulders and she wore a red top that showed off her ample chest. Susan was carrying an overnight bag. She sat down opposite me and said, "You wanted to talk?" I was not sure where to start so I just said, "We cannot carry on like this!" I was certainly not prepared for her reply. "I agree, I have been meaning to talk to you for a while but did not know how to bring it up. But since you brought it up, let me give it to you straight. Richard, I am leaving you!" Just like that, no "I am sorry" no, just "Richard, I am leaving you." I just sat there dumbfounded. Susan did not say anything, we just sat in silence for a couple of minutes while I tried to make sense of what she had said. Finally, I replied, "But why, I don't understand?" "Well," she said, "in the past month, I have realized that I have been missing out on so much. All we ever do is go to work, then come home, watch TV and go to bed. Since I met Samantha, I have been going out and having fun. I now see how pathetic our lives are and I for one am making a change before it is too late." "We can go out," I replied. "We can go out together. I can change, I think it would be fun to go out more." After a short pause, Susan said, "There is more to it than just going out. Our sex life is almost non-existent. And even when we do have sex, it is terrible." I had never thought that our sex was terrible but I was in no position to argue right now. "We can have more sex too if you like. I know we can make changes." I replied. Susan's response hurt. "You can't change the size of your penis! And I am sure you won't ever be able to have sex for more than 3 minutes before you cum, roll over and go to sleep. You are just not capable of satisfying a woman! You are a pathetic excuse of a man." Susan was starting to raise her voice now, she was getting angry. "I have made up my mind and I don't want to stay with you, that is the end of the subject. Now grow some balls and accept it!" Susan stood up to leave but I pleaded with her "Please Susan, won't you reconsider? We are married, we can work this out. I will do anything for us to stay together. Please don't leave me, where will you go?" Susan stopped and turn to look at me. "I guess I may have misled you when I said I was leaving you. I did not mean that I was going anywhere. What I should have said is that you will be leaving." The reality of the situation suddenly hit me. Susan's parents owned the house we lived in. They were not rich but they had money. When we got married, they bought the house for us and we paid rent every month. If I left the house, I had nowhere to live. "But where will I go? Can't we talk about this? Please let me stay, I have nowhere to go. I will do anything you want if you let me stay," I pleaded. She stopped and thought for a moment. "I won't throw you out with nowhere to go, that would not be fair. Do you mean it when you say that you will do anything I want if I let you stay you say here?" I relaxed a little thinking that Susan was starting to see sense. "Yes, I will do anything if you let me stay." With a little smile on her lips, Susan said, "Ok, I will give it some thought. I will let you know what I decide on Monday evening after work. In the meantime, you need to clear all your things out of my bedroom and move into the room downstairs." "Why can't I use the guest room?" I asked. The downstairs room was small and only had a twin bed. The guest room was much nicer, it was bigger and had a queen bed. "The guest room is for guests, you get the downstairs room, take it or leave it," she replied. "Now, I am going back to Tony's, I will speak to you on Monday and let you know what I decide." "Tony? Who the hell is Tony?" I yelled. Susan looked me straight in the eyes and said sternly, "Don't ever raise your voice at me again. Remember you are the one begging me to let you stay at my house. Not that it is any of your business but I spent last night with Tony and I am going back to his place to carry on where we left off. I only came home so I could shower and pick up some things." "You had sex with another man?" I asked. "Not just one," she replied smugly as she picked up her overnight bag. "And yes, I will be having sex with Tony for the rest of the weekend. You see, Tony has what it takes to satisfy a woman. He has a large cock and he can ride me for hours. Unlike you, Tony is a real man. I will be back on Monday after work. Make sure all your stuff is out of my room and clean up the house before I get home." With that, Susan left. I heard her car drive away down the road leaving me sitting there alone and confused. 2 - The agreement. I did not know what to do. I felt sick to my stomach. My whole life just changed in a 5-minute conversation. My wife who I loved dearly was on her way to have sex with another man and she did not try to hide it. What just happened? I could only hope that I could convince her to let me stay so that we could work things out. We could try counselling, it works for some couples. I spent the rest of the day moping around. I tried to call Susan on her Cell phone several times but she did not answer and did not call me back. In fact, she sent me a text message that read "Stop calling me!" I spent some time looking to see if there was an apartment that I could afford to rent but with my wages alone, there was no way I could afford to live in this area. I even looked into the legal stuff, apparently, she could not just leave me like that, it would take time before she could get a divorce. Not that it mattered, we had no children and the house was not ours. On Sunday I did not know what to do with myself, I had not yet moved my stuff out of our bedroom and I had not decided if I should do that anyway. I went for a run to clear my head and think. While running, I thought through all the possible scenarios. I came to the decision that it was best to follow Susan's wishes right now and see what ideas she came back with. When I got back, I took a shower. I started unloading my clothes from the draws in our room and from our closet. It felt horrible to be doing this, so final after many happy years, or so I thought. I started to set things up in the downstairs room but it was so small and very little space to store things. I decided that it would be ok to leave some stuff behind that I did not wear very much. I moved all my work clothes and a few things like jeans and tee shirts that I would wear in the evening. On Monday, I went to work. I worked as a dispatcher for a distribution company. I started work at 6:00am but that meant I got to finish at 2:00pm. They were great hours giving me time for a run in the afternoon before making dinner. Susan started work later, I would take her a coffee before I left in the morning and would have dinner ready for when she came home at 5:30pm. I was not sure how to handle things tonight, should I make dinner as usual? I knew that things were going to be weird when Susan did get home. I was so nervous, I wanted to do everything right. I decided that I should keep things as close to normal as possible. I went home at my usual time and started to clean up the house as Susan had told me. I made a Chili for dinner. I even opened a bottle of wine in the hope that it would help. As 5:30 approached, I became more and more nervous. 5:30 came and went, then 6:00 and 6:30. Finally at 6:45, I heard Susan's car pull up outside the house. As she came in, I said as nicely as I could, "You are home late, busy day?" "I went to see my lawyer after work, I have some paperwork," she told me. "Oh," is all I could come up with. "Let me get the dinner and we can talk, would you like wine?" "I am not staying, I am going out for dinner with Tony tonight. In fact, I am staying at his place again. I am just here to pick up some clothes then I am off." I did not know how to reply so I just said, "Oh," again. "I did think about your request to stay here and I have a proposal but I don't think you are going to like it. When I talked to Tony about it, he said that he definitely did not want to come here to see me if my husband is still around. I think that you can agree that it would be weird." I just sat not knowing what to say. I thought to myself, "I guess we have moved past saving our marriage. And what does it have to do with this Tony guy?" Susan pulled an envelope out from her briefcase and continued, "Here is an agreement Tony and I put together, you can read it tonight and give me your answer tomorrow. If you do accept the agreement then there will be some additional stuff to sign from my lawyer. If you don't accept then I will give you two weeks to find a place of your own and I will stay at Tony's until you move out." With that, she got up and went upstairs to our bedroom. I felt numb, this is not how I envisaged this evening going. I just sat and stared at the envelope. After about 5 minutes, I heard Susan coming down the stairs. She had changed, she wore jeans and a print top. She did not say anything as she left. I poured myself some wine, I did not want to eat, I had lost my appetite. I could not bring myself to open the envelope. It was almost as if I knew that once I opened it, things would never be the same. I had no idea! After a couple of hours, I decided to do it. I opened the envelope and pulled out the piece of paper inside. It read: ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This agreement is between Susan Mathews and Richard Evans. If Richard Evans wants to stay in the house that he used to share with Susan Mathews then he must agree to all of the following conditions: ? All money earned by Richard will be paid to Susan. ? Richard agrees that Susan will have full control over all spending. ? Richard agrees that this house belongs to Susan and has no rights to decisions made about the running of the house. ? Susan may ask Richard to leave the house at any time She decides without notice. ? Richard agrees to be referred to by female pronouns and acknowledges that she is not enough of a man to be referred to as male. ? Richard will give up his right to represent as a male while in the house. Richard agrees to wear female clothing while in the house (with the exception of times when arriving and leaving). ? Richard will wear any item of clothing that Susan or any of her guest requires. ? Richard agrees to present herself in any way that Susan or any of her guests require. ? Richard agrees to perform any duties that Susan or any of her guests require. ? Richard will not be seen Susan or any of her guests when not properly presented. ? If Richard breaks any of the rules outlined in this document, Richard will be offered to accept a punishment determined by Susan or any of her guests. If Richard does not accept the offered punishment then Richard will have to leave the house. ? Richard will take on all household duties. ? Richard accepts that Susan or any of her guests may add to, or alter these rules at any time as they see fit. I Richard Evans agree to the above conditions and I do so willingly. Signed Richard Evans On this ____ Day of _____ 20___ In _______________ ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "Susan Mathews? she is even using her maiden name!" I thought. I nearly fainted as I read these conditions. She can't be serious. This must be a joke. I sat in disbelief staring at the agreement. What was I going to do? I finished the wine and opened another. I think I passed out at the table. I woke up at 2:00 am and went to bed. But it was too late now, I lay awake with my head spinning until my alarm went off at 5:00am. As you can imagine, my mind was distracted at work the next day. I had nowhere to go and my wife's demands were completely unreasonable. I could not afford a place of my own and if I did move out, I figured that I would have less chance to work things out with Susan. When I got home, I opened a bottle of wine and re-read the agreement. She must be mad, there is no way I could agree to this. Susan arrived at 5:30, she came in and sat at the table. I was already sitting there. "You look a mess," she said. I did not acknowledge her. "So, what did you decide? Do you accept the agreement or are you going to move out?" Susan asked. "You can't be serious with this," I replied. Susan looked right at me and said, "Oh, yes, I am deadly serious. If you want to stay in this house then you have to agree to these terms. You will still go to work as normal but any time you are in my house, you will dress in female clothes that I choose for you. You will do all the chores, cooking, cleaning, laundry etc. Oh, and one other thing, as you know, I spoke to my lawyer and he told me that when you leave, you can leave your car behind. Apparently, I own that." "What, you are going to leave me with nothing?" I said. "I guess so," she replied. I looked up from my wine glass and asked, "Why are you doing this to me?" "Well, I discovered a life that is very different without you in it. I am moving on. I don't want you to get in the way and to be honest having you here will be an inconvenience. I don't want any men I bring home to feel uncomfortable with you being around. Tony and I thought this through and having a maid around will be useful. And this way, you will not be intimidating to any of my dates. Now, do you agree or not, make a decision." I looked down at the table and started to cry. "Don't be such a pussy," Susan barked. "Just make a decision for once in your pathetic life and let's move on." "I agree," I said quickly. I am not sure what I was saying but I had said it. "Wow," said Susan, "I am surprised but good for you." She pushed the agreement in front of me and pulled a pen from her briefcase. "If you are serious, sign here." Her tone was softer now, I might even have detected some pity in her voice. I think at this point I had just given up. I took the pen and signed, then Susan filled in the other details. "Great," she said, "now there is just one other thing I need you to sign. This is a separation agreement, it details how we agree that our separation as husband and wife will go. It is all basic stuff but we need to decide on what the limitations are for our separation. I took the liberty of having my lawyer draw it up. I have already signed it and it is a requirement for our new arrangement to work." I did not really hear what Susan was saying, I just took the document and flipped to the back page. I signed it without saying a word. Susan smiled softly and said, "I am surprised that you did not want to read it first but I will get a copy for you." She put her hand on top of mine and said, "It won't be as bad as you think, I am sure you will get used to it in time. Anyway, you can leave whenever you like if it does not work for you." "So how does this work now?" I asked. "Well," Susan said, "it will take me some time to get some things ready. I will need to buy you some outfits and figure out the details. Why don't I come back on Sunday and we can start getting you all set up? For the rest of this week, you can clean up the house ready for me coming home on Sunday. I was expecting you to have done a better job today but we can work on your performance. I will leave my laundry by the washer. Please wash my panties by hand though, the washer will wreck them. They are a bit messy I am afraid, Tony has so much cum and it just keeps leaking out. I am going to pack some things for the rest of this week but I will see you here Sunday morning, shall we say 10:00am?" With that, Susan went upstairs. I could hear her packing up her bag. When she finished, I heard her go into the laundry room, I guess she was dropping her dirty clothes off for me to wash. As Susan was about to leave, she came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "It will be ok you know, you will see," she said. "See you Sunday." The rest of the week was a blur. I did do my jobs including hand washing Susan's panties. She was right, they were a mess, it was humiliating washing another man's cum out of my wife's panties. One strange thing happened this week. When I got home from work on Friday, I had the feeling that someone had been in the house. I don't know why I just had a feeling. I went around the house checking all the rooms. When I got to our bedroom, I could not open the door. When I looked to see why I saw a deadlock installed on the door. I could not believe it, I had been locked out of my own bedroom! ? 3 - My transformation. Susan arrived on Sunday a half hour late. "I am so sorry I am late," Susan said as she came in the door. "I just couldn't get out of bed. Tony kept insisting that we have sex just one more time. Anyway, I am here now, ready for your big day. Why don't you put on some coffee, when you are finished, you can come and help me unload the car." Once I had put on a pot of coffee, I went out to Susan's car. I have never seen so many shopping bags in one place. I took hold of as many as I could carry but this was going to take a couple of trips. Susan took some into the house and I followed her. "Let's put them in the living room for now," she said. "Your room will be too small for all that we have to do today. We can use the living room for now and move all your new clothes to your room once we are finished." I looked at all these bags, I could not believe that all this was for me. It was so pink and white. I jumped out of my trance as Susan shouted, "Come on, you still have more bags to bring in. I know you are excited to get going but all in good time." I went out to the car and collected the rest of the bags. I poured some coffee for us both and Susan gestured that we sit at the table. "Well," Susan said excitedly, "here we are. I have to say that I did not imagine that I could think less of you as a man but when you signed the agreement you proved me wrong. I know now that I made the right decision to leave you. But let's focus on you now and getting you ready for your big new adventure." Susan sipped her coffee, I just sat and listened to her feeling humiliated. Susan continued, "Is there anything about the agreement that you don't understand?" "One thing," I said, "what are these punishments and why does it say that you or your guests decide?" "That was Tony's idea, he pointed out that there may be times when I am not here and you do something wrong," she explained. "Anyone who is here, friends or boyfriends, for instance, can decide if you need to be punished and what the punishment will be. As for what the punishments will be, we have not decided yet, we will play that one as we go." I did not like how this Tony guy was making decisions on how my wife will be treating me. "I do have another question," I said. "Yes?" Susan replied. "If we have a separation agreement, how come you are allowed to have sex with other men?" I asked. "Let's get one thing clear here," Susan said bluntly. "There is no 'other men' here. You are not a man, in fact when I finish with you today, you will be the biggest sissy that you can imagine. As to why I get to have sex with men, you gave me that permission when you signed the separation agreement. I have a copy for you, I will give it to you later and you can read it tonight. Don't worry, the agreement also states that I agree for you to have sex with men too so it is all fair." "What?" I said. "You signed it, you should have read it first," Susan snapped back. "Anyway, that is all done now, what is done is done. Today we have to concentrate on turning you into a beautiful sissy maid. Remember, you can leave this at any time." I just sank into my seat. "So, this is what we are going to do today," Susan explained. "The first thing is to clean you up, I mean a shower and when you are in there, you will shave off all your body hair. I can help for the first time if you need it. Then we will work on your face, I will tidy up your eyebrows..." "Eyebrows?" I interrupted. "What are you going to do to my eyebrows?" "Nothing too serious, just some tidy up. Don't worry, the guys at work won't notice" Susan continued with her explanation. "Then it will be time to get you all dressed up. I can't wait to see you in some of the outfits I have for you. I am sure that we will have to spend some time for you to practice wearing heels. You will be spending a lot of time in heels when at my house. In fact, I think that I will make it a rule that you must only wear heels when you are here." And so, the transformation began, I was showered and shaved. Susan helped shave my butt and genitals. She slapped my cock so hard when I started to get an erection. "We won't have any of that!" she announced. Susan trimmed and plucked my eyebrows. I thought that they were done too much but Susan told me that they looked fine and nobody would be able to tell. Then came makeup. Susan explained every step, I was told that she would help me out for the first few days but then I would be expected to do it myself. I could always ask for help but I had to get good at it quickly. Then she had me stand naked in the middle of the living room to play 'dress up' as she put it. First the underwear, white lacy underwear. She put a bra on me first and pushed two balloon-like things in each cup. Breast forms she explained. Next a garter belt. I found out that stockings would be a requirement at all times too. Once the stockings were pulled up my legs, she helped me clip them on the garter belt. "Men love stockings you know," she teased. "But real men like their girlfriend or wife to wear them. You can remember that can't you?" She laughed. "Why the long face?" Susan asked. "I feel stupid," I replied. "I would not say stupid, but you do look pretty pathetic standing there in sexy lingerie. Let's see if we can fix that. Something is missing... Ah, heels would make the difference," Susan giggled. Susan went to one of the boxes and pulled out a pair of white women's shoes. The heel looked so tall. "Here," she said as she knelt down. "Now slip your left foot in here." I lifted my left foot and then put the shoe on. When I put my foot down on the ground, I could hardly stand up. I wobbled around and Susan came to my aid holding out a hand to steady me. "As I said, you will need some practice with heels. Get your balance then we can try the other shoe. Here, hold on to the wall," she said as she helped me over to the edge of the room. Once the other shoe was on, I had to stand for a bit to get my balance. Susan left me standing getting used to the shoes and went to the kitchen. When she came back into the room, I saw a flash and realized that she had just taken a picture with her phone. "No way," I shouted. "What is that for?" "I am going to send it to Sam," she told me. "And if you shout at me like that again, then I will make sure the boys at work get a copy of it too." Once Susan had sent off the photo, she reached into one of the bags and pulled out something that looked like a skirt. "Petticoats," she announced. "They will hold your skirt out nicely so we can see those pretty lace stocking tops of yours." She pulled it up and around my waist. Then she pulled out a black and white thing with lace all over it. "What is that?" I asked. "One of your uniforms," Susan informed me. She came over and slipped it over my head pulling it down and over my petticoats. Susan smoothed out the skirt and stood back to admire her work. Just then her phone made the sound of a text coming in. "Sam thinks you look pretty in your lingerie," she said. "She wants to see more pictures." As she said that, she held up the phone and took another picture also sending it to Samantha. "Now," Susan said, "something is missing. Ah, the wig." Susan dug through some more bags and came back with a light brown woman's wig. She fussed with it a little and then held it up and put it on my head. She then pulled it down at the back and adjusted the front. "Perfect," she said standing back to admire what she had done. "You do look like a real sissy now. I know that none of the men I bring back here will be intimidated by someone looking like you do right now. One more picture, stand still." Like I had a choice in these shoes. Then click and another picture was taken. "I think I will send this one to Tony too," she said with a smile. "Please don't," I pleaded. "Too late," she replied with a laugh. The rest of the day was spent trying on my other uniforms and practicing walking in heels. Susan made me walk up and down stairs then up and down the living room time after time until I started to improve. While I practiced walking, I saw Susan go into my room, she was going through the draws in my dresser putting things into a garbage bag. I asked her what she was doing and she told me that we need to make space for all my nice girly clothes to fit in. There is just not enough room for all of it. "But what will I wear to work?" I asked. "You can wear your new lingerie under your work clothes silly. Nobody is going to see them." By the time all my new stuff was in my room, there were not many of my old clothes left. A few pair of jeans, a few pairs of socks and some tee-shirts. All this was put into one small draw. The rest of the draws and most of the closet was taken up with my new clothes. I did remember that I had left some things in our bedroom. "Will I be able to go into our bedroom and get the other clothes I left in there?" I asked Susan. "It is not 'our bedroom'," Susan snapped. "When will you get that into your pretty sissy head? It is my bedroom! Your room is downstairs now. As for the clothes you left in 'my bedroom', I told you to clear out all of your things. The day when I had the lock put on my door, I threw out all the stuff you left behind. Everything you have left is in your new room. Is that clear?" "Yes," I replied. "Ok, sissy, we need to have some respect around here." Susan barked. "It will be yes mistress from now on. You will refer to any of my guests as Mistress or Master do you understand that sissy?" "Yes, Mistress," I replied sheepishly. "And while we are on this subject when you address me or any of my guests for the first time, you will curtsy, is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress," I replied. "And now with the curtsy!" "Yes, Mistress," I said as I did my best to curtsy. "Room for improvement but we will work on that tomorrow," Susan said lowering her tone a little. "Now, we have had a long day and you have a lot to learn in the next few days. From now on, you will leave the house in the morning quietly, no need to bring me a coffee, remember, I don't want to see you when you are not properly dressed. When you get home from work, you are to get changed immediately into your sissy clothes. I will give you some guidance as to which outfit you are to wear and when. Tomorrow, you can practice with your makeup before you make dinner. You will eat dinner after I have eaten and you have cleared up and not before. I have put the separation agreement you signed on your bedside table for you to read before you go to bed. You may leave now sissy." As I turned to walk away, Susan shouted at me, "What about the 'Yes mistress'?" "Sorry Mistress," I blurted out quickly with my best effort of a curtsy. Then I went to my room. As I took off all my clothes, I hung them up in the closet or put them away in the dresser draws. Luckily, the downstairs bedroom room did have a bathroom and shower attached so I was able to take off my makeup as Susan had shown me. I put on the nightie that was laid on the bed as I assumed it was meant for me. As I lay in bed, I read the separation agreement. What was I thinking? I had signed an important document without even reading it. Susan was right, in the document, I agreed that she was allowed to have sexual relationships with whoever she wanted but at the same time I agreed that I would only have sexual relationships with men whom Susan agreed to. I had no idea where this was heading. 4 - Changes in my work situation I did not sleep well that night. I was not used to the feel of the panties and the fabric of the nightie. Everything felt strange against the smooth skin on my legs. The straps from the nightie pulled on my shoulders when I turned over. Finally, my alarm went off and I started to get ready for work I put on a clean pair of panties and then my regular clothes I would wear to work. I left the house quietly remembering the instruction that I was not to be seen by Susan. It did not have far to drive but the whole time I was thinking of how I could get out of this horrible mess. I could stick it out a little while and find a place. It would have to be cheap because I would also need a car. I got to the office and went through my usual morning routine ready to settle in for the day. Jason, my manager came over to my desk. He asked if I would come into his office to have a chat. As I entered, he pointed to the chair so I sat down. It was not uncommon for Jason to call staff to come to his office just to check-In so I did not think much of it. "Thanks for coming in Richard," he began. "I am afraid I have some bad news." "Ok," I said waiting for him to continue. "I am sorry to tell you that we are going to have to cut your hours." Jason continued. "I am having to make some cuts in the department, we need to make things more efficient." I closed my eyes and thought to myself. "Things just can't get any worse." Then I asked, "How many hours will I be cut down to?" "4 hours a day I am afraid," Jason replied. "You will work the rest of this week as normal and then start on the reduces hours next week." "I can't live on 4 hours a day," I complained. "You can apply for another position at the company," Jason offered. "We will look favourably on employees in these situations. There may even be training options available to help if you need it." "I will look to see what is available," I told him. I then got up and left the office. I did not know what to think, there was no way I could get a place of my own now. Our company was non-union, the company did try to treat the employees well but we did not have the protection a union offered when it came to job cutbacks. I decided to see what jobs were available. But when I looked on the company intranet, there was nothing listed. I worked for the rest of the day with my mind elsewhere. I tried to think of a way out of this whole mess. What was Susan going to say when I told her about my hours? Should I tell her? I knew that she would find out when she saw my pay cheque. I just hoped that she would not throw me out of the house when she did find out. I did not even want to think about going home. The drive home was normal but when I got there, I just sat in the car. I did not want to go in. I know Susan was still at work but I had clear instructions on what I had to do and I did not like it. I finally went into the house and went to my new room. I stripped off and took a shower. I shaved and started the transformation. I did my best to dress in my 'outfit'. It was horrible. It was all so lacy and ultra girly. I felt like I would belong in a strip club better than here at home. I sat at the small vanity and did my best with the makeup but no matter what I did, it looked terrible. I had wasted too much time now and had to get on with making dinner before Susan came home. I made a simple Bolognese sauce and cooked some pasta. Everything was more difficult in this dress and high heel shoes. I almost fell on my butt a few times. I was almost ready when I heard Susan pull up in her car. When Susan came in, I was in the kitchen finishing up putting dinner on the plates. I did not look round until she yelled at me. "I think you forgot something sissy!" "What?" I asked turning to look at her. Susan burst out laughing. It took her a couple of minutes to compose herself enough to speak. "Firstly," she began. "You look ridiculous. Your makeup is a mess, I think a 6-year-old girl could do a better job. And secondly, you are supposed to acknowledge me with a curtsy when I enter the room." "I am sorry," I said quickly ducking into a curtsy. "I am sorry Mistress!" Susan snapped back. "I am sorry Mistress," I said with another curtsy. "We will deal with this later, I will take my dinner after I change," Susan informed me as she went upstairs. I had the plates on the table when Susan came back down. I looked at her, she was gorgeous. I don't remember her ever looking so good. What did I miss all those years? My thoughts were quickly interrupted when Susan spoke. "Why two dishes? Am I expecting company?" she asked sarcastically. "The other one is mine," I replied. "Don't you remember anything? You don't eat with me." She snapped. "You eat after I have finished and you have cleaned up. Throw it in the garbage." She demanded. "But what will I eat?" I pleaded. "We will find something but it won't be this," Susan said cruelly. "It looks good though." Susan sat on her own and ate her dinner. I threw mine in the garbage as she had instructed. I felt drained, it had been a long day and she treats me like this. This just is not fair, but what could I do about it, Susan held all the cards. I did not have the courage to tell her about my job, not yet. After Susan finished eating, I cleared up the kitchen. Susan told me to meet her in my room when I was finished. I waited for her standing in my room feeling like an idiot. When Susan finally came in, she told me to sit. She took some wipes and removed my makeup. "I realize that this is not going to be easy for you but it won't take long to learn with some practice." Her voice was softer now. "I am sorry I laughed at you, that was not fair. I want you to keep trying on your own and I will help you out when I get home for now." Susan redid my makeup and it looked much better than my effort. Once we were finished, Susan gave me some jobs to do, I did not ask about dinner, I did not dare. It took me a couple of hours to finish the laundry, tidy the den and clean the bathroom. When I was finished, I went to the dining room where Susan was reading a book at the table. "I put some dinner out for you," Susan told me as she looked up. I went into the kitchen and saw a bowl of salad on the counter. Well, it was a bowl of lettuce and Tomatoes, nothing else. I went to the fridge to get some other things to add to it but I jumped when Susan yelled at me again. "What are you doing? I put your dinner out for you." She sounded angry. "You are lucky you are getting anything at all. How dare you help yourself from my fridge without asking." I just froze. I did not know what to say. "Sorry Mistress," I said, it was the only thing I could come up with. I ate my dinner standing in the kitchen. I did not want to get into trouble again. I washed my bowl and asked Susan if she wanted me to do anything else. I even threw in a small curtsy but I don't think she noticed. Susan said that she had nothing else and that I could go to bed. It was only 8:30 but I did not argue. "Goodnight," I said. Susan did not reply. The rest of the week was a similar pattern. I would come home, change, do my makeup and cook some dinner for Susan. I cooked for myself too but waited until I had permission to eat. Susan would supervise my portion size and it was small. She told me that I needed to lose some weight. Susan would come home and re-do my makeup giving me tips and instructions. By now, I was doing most of it myself with just a little help from her. On Thursday, when Susan came home from work, she complimented me on my makeup saying that we would not need to do it again tonight. Oddly, I felt proud of that. I decided that, as she was in a good mood, I should tell her about my job before she found out herself. Susan was furious. "I should throw you out of the house right now," she yelled. "You will keep looking for another job at that company. I won't have you laying around the house half the day while I am out working to keep food on the table." After a break in the yelling, Susan continued, "I will sell your car, you can take the bus from now on. You can start tomorrow." For the rest of the evening, Susan did not say much to me. I could tell she was mad. She sent me to bed just after 8 O'clock. I looked up the bus times for the morning, I was going to have to leave the house 45 minutes earlier than normal to get to work on time. Tomorrow was going to be my last full day. Getting the bus was a hassle. It took so long and what made it more frustrating was walking past my car sitting on the driveway when I left. I did not see why I could not use it until Susan sold it. I thought it was best not to argue. Part way through the day, Susan called me. "I am having company for dinner tonight." She informed me. "At the house?" I said nervously. "Yes, and you better have everything ready. And make sure you do a good job with your makeup, I will not have time to fix it." She hung up without letting me reply. I had not thought of it before, but other people were going to see me dressed in women's clothes. I was self-conscious enough of wearing panties to work, how would I handle being seen in a dress? I got the bus home which meant I did not have as much time, as usual, to get things ready. I dressed in the Black and White maid's outfit that was on my bed. I put on my wig and makeup as quickly as possible so I could start to get dinner ready. While Dinner was cooking, I tidied up the house. Susan came in at the usual time and barked some orders at me about wine, cleaning the bathroom etc. She headed to her room without saying anything else. I wanted to ask Susan who was coming around but I decided that it would not be a good idea. When Susan came down, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was dressed casually but she looked so sexy. Jeans, heels and a low-cut casual top. Her hair and makeup were perfect. "Is everything ready?" she asked in a sharp tone. "Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes," I replied. "I think everything else is ready." "Pour me a glass of wine," Susan demanded as she sat down on the sofa. Not so much of a Thank You. I poured the wine and took it to Susan. "Samantha is coming for dinner," Susan began as I stood in front of her. "I want you on your best behaviour. You can wait in your room until I am ready for you to come out." She paused. "What are you waiting for? Go!" I went to my room and sat on the bed. After a couple of minutes, I heard the doorbell. I could hear Susan's heels on the floor as she went to answer it. The sound of chatting and laughing came from the living room as the two friends greeted each other. Then I heard Samantha ask, "Where is Richard?" "He doesn't go by Richard now," Susan said with a giggle. "Sissy, you can come out now," Susan shouted to me. I opened the door and started to walk out into the living room. I hung my head in shame. As soon as Samantha saw me, she burst out in uncontrollable laughter. I just stood there. "Aren't we missing something?" Susan prompted. "Sorry Mistress," I replied. I turned to face Samantha, performed my best curtsy and said, "Hello Mistress Samantha." "That is better, now go and get Samantha a glass of wine." I could not get out of the room fast enough. I was so embarrassed. I could hear the two friends laughing and Susan answering all of Samantha's questions. I came back and passed the glass of wine to Samantha. As she took it, I stepped back and gave another curtsy. I just figured that I should. "We will eat dinner as soon as it is ready," Susan instructed. "Yes, Mistress," I said with another curtsy. "It will be ready in five minutes if that is Ok." "That will be fine, now leave us alone," Susan dismissed. I served dinner and I was complimented on how good it was. The lady's moved into the living room as I cleared the table. I continued to serve wine throughout the evening. Susan came into the kitchen to supervise my dinner plate, it was small as usual with the rest going into the garbage. When I was finished, I poured the last of the wine and Susan sent me to my room. I could hear Susan and Samantha chatting in the living room but it did not take long before I fell asleep. 5 - Tony visits Saturday morning, my alarm went off at 7 am. Susan had instructed me that I was allowed to stay in bed a bit later at the weekends but I was to be up and dressed by 8 am unless she told me otherwise. When I was ready, I went to the living room. I picked up the two glasses that Susan and Samantha had left on in the living room and took them into the kitchen. There was a note on the counter. Sissy Wake me up at 9 am with coffee and toast. Make sure the kitchen is clean. I will then give you instructions for the day. Mistress. There was not have much left to clean up but I did what needed to be done. I prepared Susan's Coffee and toast, put it on a tray and took it up to her bedroom. I knocked gently on the door. After a few seconds, I heard Susan say, "Just wait a minute." After a pause, she said, "Come in." Susan was sitting up in bed wearing her robe. "Morning Mistress," I said with a curtsy. "Good morning Sissy," Susan said cheerily. "It is a big day for both of us today. Tony is coming over." I stopped in my tracks. Tony! I could not have him see me like this. I put the tray down on the bed for Susan. I started to say. "But Mistress..." Susan cut me off. "There is no use complaining, I told you that I would be having boyfriends here. I have not seen him in a week and I need to have sex. Now we need to get you ready, I want you to look like the pathetic sissy as you truly are. Tony is already apprehensive about coming here with you around, I want to make sure he does not feel intimidated in any way. I don't think he will once I am finished with you. If you don't like this, remember, you are free to leave at any time." "Now, go and take a shower, I will meet you in your room in 45 minutes. Make sure you are completely smooth," Susan ordered. Once I finished my shower, I stepped into my room and Susan was already there. She was still wearing her robe. "We will get you ready first and then you can help me get ready for my stud Tony. Won't that be fun?" she said playfully. Susan had already laid out my underwear on the bed. It was a panty, bra and garter belt set, shiny pink with white lace trim. "Put your panties on," Susan ordered. "I want to paint your nails first. I know we have not done that before but we don't want your ugly boy hands spoiling the overall effect do we?" I did not respond because I didn't think she was asking me for my opinion. Susan had three bottles of nail polish already out on the vanity along with a file and some other items. "Let's see your hands," she said gesturing for me to put them up on the vanity. I put my hands on the vanity for Susan to see. "Your nails are discussing!" Susan announced sounding angry. "If you are going to be our sissy maid, you will need to do better than that. I will give you a month, if your nails are not longer by then, I will take you to the salon and have false ones put on. And just so you know, you will not like the colour I chose for you. We don't have time today so I will work with what we have." Susan started work, filing and trimming. She added some lotions and other stuff I did not recognize. The first coat of polish was clear. This was followed by two coats of pale pink colour and then a final clear coat. When my nails were finished, Susan started on my makeup. She was using her own makeup kit, I usually used a small bag she had put together for me from her supply. I just sat as Susan worked, we did not say anything apart from her instructing me to move my head, close my eyes etc. Once the makeup was finished, Susan put my wig on. Susan had never put this much effort in before. I was then told to put on the rest of my underwear. Susan took out a new pair of white stockings and handed them to me. They had a lacy top, they would have turned me on if I was not putting them on myself. Susan put my breasts forms in my bra. I was handed a very full petticoat. This was similar to the one I wore under my uniform dresses but it was fuller and I think shorter. Susan fussed with the petticoats and got them all fluffed up and in the position for her liking. Then, she reached into the closet and came out with the pink dress covered in white lace and bows. I had seen it in there and up to this point, I was glad I had not been told to wear it. The garment was way over the top in lace and bows. The skirt was shorter than my other uniforms and had lace trim all around the bottom. "This is going to look great on you," Susan announced. "It is so pretty, any 7-year-old girl would love to wear it. And today, my pathetic husband gets to wear it, aren't you a lucky girl?" Susan just smiled at me. "Yes, Mistress," I replied after a short pause, realizing that she was waiting for an answer. Susan put the dress over my head and pulled it down. She fussed and straightened the hem of the skirt and tugged the waist until it was in place. Susan then took a shoebox from the closet. Inside were a pair of pink pumps with white lace detail on them. They had a 3" heel, higher than I had worn before. Susan knelt down and I slipped my feet into each one as she held them out for me. Susan stood back and admired her work. "Almost finished," she said as she reached into the closet again. Susan pulled out a large pink bow and clipped it into the back of my wig. She added some clip-on earrings, a bracelet and a ring for each hand. "We won't put that on your wedding ring finger," she said as she slid the ring onto my left hand. "We don't want anyone to think we are still together now, do we?" She paused again. "No Mistress," I dutifully replied. The last item was a pink cloth bag trimmed in white lace similar to my dress. Susan put a lipstick, mascara and powder compact inside. As she handed it to me, she slipped the lacy straps over my wrist as if to show me how I should hold it. As Susan stepped back, she picked up her phone from the vanity. "Stand still my pretty," she teased as she started taking pictures of me. "We can do better than that," she said. "A smile perhaps. You must be happy at how pathetically girly you look. I certainly am. There is no way Tony, or any other real man, can feel intimidated by you looking like that." After a few more pictures with me in different poses, Susan tapped on her phone. Sending them to Samantha, I thought. "Now my turn to get ready," Susan announced. "I am going to take a shower. Make me another coffee and meet me in my room when I finish." It was harder to walk in these new shoes but it did not take me too long to get the hang of it. The skirt on my dress felt so short, I was sure my panties could be seen underneath. The full-length mirror in my bedroom showed my stocking tops clearly visible under my skirt even when standing up straight. If I had to bend, I had to do it at my knees to make sure I did not put myself on display. I was waiting in Susan's bedroom with her coffee when she came out of the shower. I stood and waited as she did her hair and makeup. She explained things to me as she worked. It was only then that it occurred to me that she already had her nails painted. She must have had it done at lunch yesterday I thought. When it was time to dress, Susan stood and ordered me to get this and get that. Her underwear was still in the bag from the store. "You have to make an effort for that special man in your life," she explained as I pulled her panties out of the bag. "It hardly seems worth it," she said as I brought the panties over to her. "These will not be on for long." I helped with her bra and a new pair of hold-up stockings. "Tony loves stockings," Susan informed me. "You had better watch out sweetie, you never know what he might do when he sees yours." She giggled. Susan had also bought a new black dress for today. I helped her put it on making sure not to mess up her hair. As she pulled it into place, I could hardly take my eyes off her. She looked amazing. I could feel myself getting hard in my panties. I had to take my mind away to control myself. Susan's shoes were higher than mine, they made her legs look even longer. She walked around so gracefully. A few pieces of jewelry and some perfume finished off her look. She even sprayed me with a little too, teasing that I needed to smell like a sissy as well as looking like one. I did notice that she was also not wearing her wedding ring. When Susan spoke, I snapped back to the present time. "Tony will be here in half an hour. I want you to wait in your room until I call you the same as you did last night. I will bring you out when I feel like Tony is ready. Remember, Tony is as much your master as I am your mistress and you will treat him with the respect he deserves. Any slip- ups and you will be out of this house faster than it takes to drop your panties. Is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress," I replied with a curtsy. "Good, now we might want lunch if we are not too busy and you will be making dinner for us. You have about 20 minutes to get going on all that. You can finish dinner later but I thought you might want to prepare. Put a couple of bottles of wine in the fridge. I will come and tell you when Tony is on his way so you can go to your room." "Yes, Mistress," I said again. "Oh, one more thing," Susan said as she held up a little bell. "If I am busy with Tony and I need anything, I will ring this bell, and you will come running. Well as quickly as you can in those heels." "Yes, Mistress," I said again as I left the room. I felt so humiliated, I was serving my wife and her lover. She had me dressed up to cause the maximum humiliation and I had to treat this man as my Master. It was obvious Susan was intending to spend the day in bed with this Tony guy. As I went down to the kitchen, I could hear Susan talking to someone on the phone. She was laughing and I figured it was Samantha. They were probably having fun at my expense looking at the pictures Susan took of me. I got everything I needed to make a salad for lunch and something nice for dinner. There were only two stakes in the fridge so I guess I was going to have to settle for something else. Susan came into the kitchen and said, "Tony is on his way over. You need to go and wait in your room now." I did as I was told. I sat on the bed waiting for the moment of my humiliation. I could not hear a sound. I was listening intently. Was Tony here yet? Then I heard the doorbell. My heart jumped. I waited. I could hear some talking but I could not make it out. What were they doing? I could only guess. She will call for me soon I thought. But she didn't, not for at least half an hour. Then finally, I heard Susan's voice yell, "Sissy, you can come in now." Again, my heart skipped. I stood up, a little wobbly on my heels, and opened the door slowly. Is I entered the living room, I could see Susan sitting with a man, Tony I guessed? He was handsome, muscular, tall, everything women are attracted to. The man had his arm around Susan, she had her hand on his knee. Her hair was messed up and her lipstick appeared a little smudged. Susan had a huge grin on her face. The man looked like he was trying not to laugh. "This is Tony," Susan said to me. "And this is my sissy husband," Susan said turning to look at Tony. "I see what you mean now," Tony said finally letting himself to laugh a little. "I can't believe he let you do this to him." "We refer to sissy as she and her," she gently corrected Tony. He just laughed. "Do you not have anything to say, Sissy?" Susan looked at me. "Hello, Master," I said as I performed the best curtsy I could. Tony burst out laughing again and Susan joined him. I just stood feeling humiliated. Finally, Susan composed herself enough to tell me to bring them both a glass of wine. When I returned with the glasses, Susan and Tony were locked in a passionate kiss. Tony had his hand on Susan's leg lifting the hem of her dress showing her stocking tops. Susan had reacted by lifting her leg up so that it was over Tony's knee. I put the glasses on the table, the couple did not stop their kissing, they just ignored me. I did not know what to do so I just stood there waiting. After what seemed like an eternity, Susan broke off her embrace with Tony. She took a sip of her wine. "You can take Tony's bag up to my bedroom and unpack it. I am sure you know where all the empty draws are," Susan told me. "When you are finished, I am sure you have work to do in the kitchen." Susan put her glass down and went back to kissing Tony. I took Tony's bag upstairs and unpacked his things into my old draws. I could not believe I was loading another man's underwear into the draws that used to be mine. When I came back downstairs, Susan was sitting straddled on Tony's lap. I could see her panties on the floor. They were still locked in a passionate kiss. Susan and I had never done anything like this I thought as I went into the kitchen. 6- Punishment From the kitchen, I could hear things heating up in the living room. Part of me wanted to look but part of me did not want to see it. Finally, I could hear Susan panting and moaning, I could hear the sofa creaking. I could hear Tony. "Oh yes, Oh yes baby." I could not take it, I took a look through the open door. I saw Susan still straddling Tony, his pants were on the floor and she was riding up and down. I just watched as another man had sex with my wife on our sofa. As I stood looking transfixed, Susan turned her head and caught my eye. I thought she would be furious but she just smiled at me as if to say, "This could have been you!" I returned to the kitchen and tried to put what I had seen out of my mind. The lovemaking continued for what seemed like hours. There was nothing I could do, I just tried to keep busy in the kitchen listening to them in the living room. Finally, things calmed down. I was not sure if they were still there it was so quiet. Then I heard Susan call me, "Sissy, come here." As I entered the room, I saw Tony had put his pants back on and Susan had pulled her dress back down. Tony had his arm around Susan and a very smug expression on his face. "Go and get a hand towel from the bathroom," Susan instructed me. When I came back, Tony had moved, he was now sitting on a dining room chair. Susan was still on the sofa. "The other day, you asked what your punishments would look like," Susan began. "Well, now you will find out. You have made a lot of mistakes over the past few days. Because you are new to this, I will let most of it slide. Today, you will be punished one time for all the infractions. I am sure you know what they are don't you?" "Yes, Mistress," I answered. "Good," Susan went on. "Tony has graciously agreed to give you your punishment today, isn't that nice of him?" "Yes, Mistress," I stammered, hardly believing what she was telling me. "I think you should be saying thank you to Tony, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress," I said. "Thank you, Master," I said as I looked at Tony. "So here is what is going to happen," Susan said picking up her phone and pointing it as though she was going to take a picture. "Tony is going to give you a spanking. Just like a child would be spanked." I then realized that Susan was taking a video as she spoke to me. "Now, you do understand that you have a choice, don't you? If you accept this punishment, you are doing it because you want to do it, nobody is forcing you or holding a gun to your head." Susan explained as she took the video. "I am taking this video so that you can't later claim that we did anything to you without your agreeing to it. I need you to answer the question sissy. In fact, I need you to say the following 'I Richard Evans want Tony James to spank me. I confirm that I am not under any threat or duress' Now say it sissy so we can get on with it." "I Richard Evans want Tony James to spank me. I confirm that I am not under any threat or duress," I confirmed. "Good, now go and put the towel over Tony's lap. He does not want any of your sissy parts touching his leg," Susan instructed. I walked over to Tony and laid the towel over his lap. "Good," Susan said happily. "Now pull down your panties, lift up your skirts and climb over Tony's lap. And make sure you get that butt nice and high in the air." I could not believe I was doing this. But what option did I have? She was going to throw me out on the street with nothing. I had no money, no place to live and barely any income now that my hours had been cut. As I reached under the skirt of my dress, Susan said. "Just leave them around your ankles." I pulled my panties down to my ankles and lifted up my skirts. Susan and Tony started to laugh. I knew that my penis was now on view for them both to see. "See what I meant about how small it is," Susan asked Tony. He just nodded and laughed. I hobbled over to Tony, it was hard to walk in the heels with panties around my ankles. With my skirts held up, I leant over Tony's lap. It was a bit awkward and I had to use one hand on Tony's knee to help me. "Tippy toes and hands on the floor," Susan instructed. I stretched forward and put my hands on the ground on one side of Tony. I put the pointed toes of my shoes on the ground on the other side. In this position, my butt was high up in the air. Susan came over and adjusted the skirts on my dress and the petticoats underneath. I felt so exposed and humiliated. I could see Susan was still taking video with her phone. "Tony is going to give you ten whacks," Susan explained to me. "You will count them out loud and you will not squirm. If you fail, I will let Tony give you additional whacks. Understand?" "Yes, Mistress," I answered. "Whenever you like Tony," Susan told him. Then 'Whack'. It was hard, it hurt. I had not expected that for some reason. "Ow!" I said. "I think you meant 'One'," Susan giggled. "Start again Tony, and this time get it right sissy." 'Whack' as Tony's big hand hit my bare skin again. It stung more than the last one. "One," I said through gritted teeth. 'Whack' the pain came again. "Two," I counted. The whacks continued until I had counted all ten. I looked up and saw Susan with the phone still pointing at me. "Hold still," she said. "I want to get a video of your red butt cheeks." Susan made her way behind me, I could see her feet through Tony's and my legs. "Ok, you can get up now Sissy," Susan said. I stood up and wobbled a bit on my heels. My butt stung from the spanking. It was much worse than I thought it would be. I bent down to pull up my panties. "No. Leave them down," Susan instructed. "I think you have someone to thank, now don't you?" I knew what she wanted. I looked at Tony, curtsied and said, "Thank you for spanking me, Master." "Good, now go and stand in the corner like a naughty little girl," Susan told me. "You can think about ways you can improve." I was so humiliated. I hobbled over to the corner and turned around. "Face the wall and hold up your skirts so we can see your red butt," Susan ordered. I did as I was told. "That was so hot," Susan said to Tony. "I am so turned on again. Fuck me now, right here on the floor." I could hear Susan and Tony having sex right behind me. All I could do was stand there looking at the wall, feeling humiliated and emotionally drained.