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A LOVE STORY My husband and I were just turned twenty nine with the big three zero on the horizon and had been married for seven years. "Gillian, do you realise that if we're not careful those two milestones are a statistical risk to our marriage?" Jeremy asked me one evening. "I don't think they're any more dangerous than the rut we've got into lately," I told him. "We have sex on Fridays and Saturdays and one more mid-week, it's getting to be an automatic task rather than the exciting exploration we once had." Jeremy had to agree, so we started to work at finding a way to spice up our lives without, and we both agreed on this, endangering our future together. We established that we still loved each other deeply and wanted to enhance, not damage something we both valued so highly. The next day I went out and did some shopping, entering for the very first time the sex shop, called "Mr and Mrs", in town. A woman, about my own age came over as I was browsing and asked if there was anything in particular I was looking for. "No, I'm just looking at the moment." Then, as the shop was empty and I realised that she was in the business of selling things to liven people's sex lives, I took the plunge to introduce myself and told her the problem Jeremy and I had discussed. "You're very lucky to have a compatible husband, Gillian," she told me, "so many of my customers come here because they are unhappy with their partners in some way." Shireen, her name was on her staff badge, gave me a short potted tour of her shop, explaining what some of the things were for. I had admitted to her that although I'd heard of most of them, I didn't really know the advantages of using them and certainly didn't recognise them. She laughed, with me not at me, when I told her I'd never seen a strap-on dildo in the flesh, then realised what I'd said. "Have you tried putting your other half in chastity Gillian?" she asked. "It soon makes him realise that you're in charge and he'll certainly appreciate you more when he's let out." I laughed at the thought but pointed out to her that it would in effect put me in chastity as well. "Oh no," Shireen explained, "doesn't he ever go down on you? I know it's not the same thing, but it can be quite rewarding, even on it's own." I made a non-committal noise to agree with her, but in truth Jeremy had never done that to me, even though in the past, he'd asked me to do it for him. I wondered what it would be like and was already realising there was a whole world of things that an innocent like me knew nothing about. I asked her to show me them and, once I realised there was quite a selection, advise me on the best one to get. "As you can see, there's quite a wide choice." We stood over the glass topped display looking at all sorts of contraptions, some of them looking like Medieval torture devices. They were made in metal or plastic, some highly polished, others of a wide variety of colours although, strangely for a man's item, several were in shades of pink. "The pink ones are just to remind him that a woman owns his penis." We both laughed. "Of course some of them can be quite cruel, but I only sell them when I'm happy that the man knows what he's letting himself in for." She took a chromed one out of the case to show me. "Look at the inside of this. It has rows of vicious teeth that dig into him whenever he gets hard. I'm told that after wearing one for a long time, the man loses his erectile function almost entirely, it's a bit like the Pavlovian dogs, it sort of teaches that it only means pain whenever he gets hard, so he usually doesn't." She replaced it in the case and picked up another. "If you just want to make a point, one of these pink plastic ones would be sufficient, the only thing is that we have a line that might suit you down to the ground." She showed me something that reminded me of a women's panty girdle but made of latex. "This is awfully expensive but from your point of view it might be very useful. You see it looks not unlike a panty-girdle but it has steel wires through it and it's made of a really tough, rubberised material that locks round the waist, it has a tube that his penis goes into, just here, see? He can still perform his toilet functions, even bathe without removing it." I could see alright but it looked on the small side for my man's implement and told her so. "What you do, Gillian, is to put an ice pack, or a bag of frozen chips on it for a while, haven't you noticed how the cold cuts even the proudest man down to size?" We both laughed at her description and she went on to explain the features of this 'Rolls-Royce' of chastity belts. "It's quite comfortable for him to wear while he's soft, but if he gets hard it lights up this little l.e.d.. It works by radio signal so you can have it by your bedside or it can even be worn as a button badge, so you can see what his reaction is to various toys or suggestions. He can be as coy as he likes, but his little man will tell you what he's really thinking. It's usually only a bit uncomfortable when he gets excited but it comes with a remote control. If you want to make a point to him, you press this button and it gives him an electric shock and if you turn the switch to 'Auto' it will shock him each time he gets hard." I couldn't envisage shocking him, but the idea of a lie detector really appealed. "It also has the advantage of doubling as a cache sex if you decide to feminise him," she added, after seeing I was interested. "What's a... What did you call it Shireen? I'm sorry but I really am naive when it comes to these things," At least she had put me at sufficient ease that I could ask about these strange (to me) things. "If you want control over your man, put him in petticoats, nothing is guaranteed to make a man more docile and whatever they claim, I rarely meet a man who doesn't enjoy it. It can be ordinary clothes, or if you prefer we have a range of French maids' dresses that are very popular. Whatever you choose it will hold his bits up out of the way, so he'll present a nice, neat flat front to his groin." It was then I noticed something really strange. I could feel myself getting moist at these suggestions, I was getting turned on by the thought of telling Jeremy what to do. I could just see him flitting around with a duster, dressed as a sexy maid. I already knew he had nice legs for a man but it had never occurred to me to dress him up in women's clothes. In spite of the shock I got when she told me the price, I walked out of the shop with the belt, a double ended dildo that she recommended and a list of websites to visit to give me ideas on how to proceed. I ought to mention at this point that I had given up work eighteen months previously, on Jeremy's insistence when we had been married more than five years, he said it was time I was just a housewife and we had no need of my income. He had taken over his Hart Family business, a company that supplies and maintains medical equipment and has a staff of about twenty in his office and another dozen in his warehouse and dispatch department. I had been his Father's P.A. and then his after Hart Senior was ill and then died. I suppose that we could be called well off by that time, what with our inheritances (my family wasn't poor) and the business. I had met him when I was employed by his father before his demise, we hit it off and now he was the boss. He had a sister who was a doctor and I had a sister myself, who lives about fifty miles away. She has a family, so we don't get together as much as we would like. By the time I had driven home I was starting to wonder if I'd been wasting my time, I couldn't imagine using these things on my husband, but after settling down with a cup of tea, I started imagining again and before long had to go up and change my panties. It was really odd, I'd never experienced anything like it before but it made up my mind to try experimenting. It was Thursday evening so I realised that he would have no expectations tonight, we had satisfied each other after our discussion the previous evening. After dinner and towards the time we would normally retire, I steered the conversation round to last night's direction. "Do you fancy trying something different?" I asked him. On the affirmative I told him it was going to be a surprise and that he wasn't to ask any questions until I had finished with him. I sent him up to our bedroom with instructions to undress and followed him with a bag of frozen peas. He yelped when I applied them to his groin, but I told him to shut up, not to be a baby and I would be done in a few minutes. Insisting that he stood up straight and stopped trying to look down between his legs I pulled the panty up his thighs, finding that the ice cold pack had not only made him smaller than I'd seen before, so small that it almost made me laugh, it also anesthetised the area, so that he could barely feel me pushing his balls up into his cavity and unrolling the sheath over his penis in the ways I had been told. I went round the back and fed the rows of steel ends into each other so that he was locked into the device until I chose to release him. I nearly came on the spot. "How does it feel?" I asked. "Not very comfortable, what is it?" he asked. "It's a male chastity belt," I told him. "It's to ensure that you truly appreciate it when I allow you to have sex." "But I already appreciate sex with you, it's not necessary to stop me having it to prove that point. Anyway, you're going to be deprived along with me." I stripped off my clothes and lay on the bed, keeping an eye on the little l.e.d. I had strategically placed on my dresser. "Eat me," I simply told him. "I've never done that before," he said, as if that was a good enough reason to never do it. "I know, but you're going to do it now." He warily crept between my legs, gave a tentative lick of my upper thigh, then an experimental kiss of my pussy. I know he was able to both see and smell how excited I was because it had an effect on him. The little light blinked on. I guided his head and told him where to pay attention and in no time at all I had a most satisfying climax. He went to move away but I told him to stay there until I was ready to go again. We spent over an hour that first time and in the end I was exhausted. I ignored the puppy dog expression on his face, did my ablutions then gave him one of my baby doll nighties to put on. His little light had only just gone out, but now I saw it come on again as soon as the top slid down his slim body. The whole experiment was working many times better than I had hoped. "Will you take this off now? I need to use the loo," he asked me. "No need, but you'll have to sit down like a girl and wipe afterwards," I replied. Oh, the look on his face, talk about confused, but the light stayed on and I fell asleep before it went out. He was already awake before me in the morning and I was pleasantly surprised to find him placing a cup of coffee beside me as I opened my eyes. I asked him how he slept and only got a noncommittal reply but I noticed that he hadn't changed out of the nightie I gave him. "I have to go to work today," he said. "So?" "Well, you'll have to take this off of me." "Why?" "I can't go to work wearing this." "Why not?" "Suppose someone sees it?" "Who do you take your trousers off for?" I asked with a grin. "No one of course." "Then it won't be a problem so long as you don't pull your trousers down in the main office," I replied and by this time I was actually laughing. He finished dressing and went off to work like a lamb. Just for the laugh, I pinned his l.e.d. to my lapel and went to meet up with him at lunchtime. I persuaded him to take me to a nice restaurant, saying if we ate a good lunch we'd only need a light meal that evening, which would give us more time to play. Jeremy has always liked good food and is actually a far better cook than me. "What's that broach you've got?" he asked. "It just seems to have lit up." I suddenly realised that he hadn't seen it in the bedroom, so didn't know that I could see that talk about 'playing' was turning him on. I giggled so much that I wasn't sure I could regain a straight face, I just dismissed it as something pretty I'd bought that lit up at random times. Once the light had gone out, I decided to try a little experiment. "You know we talked about spicing up our sex life Jeremy, I wondered if you had anything special in mind?" He considered for a moment then admitted that he hadn't given it a lot more thought. "I considered putting this contraption on me was enough for the time being, why, have you thought of something else?" he asked, giving me my excuse. "I don't know what you might like, a little mild bondage is not something I'm very keen on, but I know it's quite popular." The light stayed off. "I think there is something that intrigues me, I know it's much more widely practiced than you might imagine. I was randomly (I lied) surfing the net and I found a great many sites devoted to a specific form of female led marriage." I didn't want to mention the word 'domination' at this stage, I didn't want to frighten him off. "What does that entail? I've never heard of it." I was surprised at this, I happened to know that he surfed all kinds of sites over the years. It occurred to me that perhaps it was his turn to lie. "It's where the wife gets all sorts of sexy clothes for their husband to wear, you know, nylon, silks and satins with lots of lace. From what I could gather, the husbands really enjoy it, once they've got over their initial prejudice. Eureka! My little light went on. "I don't suppose..." I appeared reluctant to ask him. "I don't suppose you'd wear things like that for me?" "I'm not sure, would you want me to?" It was probably my imagination, but the little light seemed to be burning brighter than ever. "I think I would really be turned on by it, in fact I'm rather looking forward to it right now." I wriggled in my seat so that he got an unequivocal message. For once he noticed and knew the signal I was sending, he smiled. "When can we do it? We'd need to send off for some things, wouldn't we?" "Leave it with me Darling." I gave him my best radiant smile back. "I'll give you a call this afternoon, I have an idea." I could hardly wait for him to pay the bill and return to see Shireen in "Mr and Mrs". The whole thing was going so much better than I had hoped. As I left him outside the restaurant the little light continued to burn until I guess I was outside the reception area for the small device. "We could give him a makeover this evening if you like?" Shireen told me. "I have a tame hairdresser who can fit extensions and I can deal with his cosmetics, so it's just a case of getting him here as soon as you can, then sorting out what he will be given to wear." I rang him from my mobile and asked what time he could get away. He'd obviously been thinking about my lunchtime suggestion because he replied immediately. "I could get away in about half an hour, there's not much going on that isn't in hand." "Drive home," I told him, "and I'll pick you up, we'll just use my car." His office was only a ten or fifteen minute drive from home, so I explained to Shireen that we could be back by three thirty, if she could arrange for her people to be there, which she could. Then it came to deciding how he was going to be dressed. "I don't want to frighten him," I said, "so while he's being done I'll pop out and buy him a couple of nice things. Now I know his measurements, but I'd like to get him used to a corset, so how many inches would his waist be pulled in and what size bust will you fit him with?" His waist was only thirty one inches, but Shireen was confident that she could corset it down to twenty six, further in the long term. She showed me their selection of falsies and I decided on the best 'C' cup, barely distinguishable from the real thing by the time they were glued to his chest. As we could be there so early, he would have his body waxed to ensure no nasty hairs would spoil the effect. That was sorted, so then it was a case of choosing some of the more exotic clothes from her shop, a couple of maid's uniforms with all the accessories and matching shoes. We decided on four inch heels, a bit high but he should be able to cope with them after a bit of practice. I also chose four sets of baby doll nighties, with fluffy mules to match each one, again four inch heels. I threw in a fistful of stockings and half a dozen bra, panty and suspender belt sets, assorted but all very sexy. I paid for everything we knew the cost of, a frightening sum but worth every penny, I hoped, loaded it all in the car and got home before him. That way I had just got the last items into the smallest of our spare bedrooms and was finished the same time as he was ready. "Do you trust me?" I asked him. "Yes, of course I do, although I had my doubts when you put this panty thing on me." At least he was laughing about it. "Well, I've arranged all sorts of things for you this afternoon, all new experiences. Now I don't want you to worry, nothing significant will be permanent, but you are going to be a different person this weekend." I let that sink in and asked him if that was OK with him. "Well if it's just for the weekend I'll put up with whatever it is to make you happy." I reached over and squeezed his thigh. "I love you," I told him. "I love you too," he replied. I was delighted to see the little light come on. I parked outside the backdoor of the shop, on Shireen's recommendation, so Jeremy had no idea where he was going, and on entry it was no clearer when we were shown into a room with just a long padded table in there. Shireen came in wearing a white coat, and told him to take off all his clothes and lie face down on the table. He hesitated at first, then looked at me. "It's alright dear," she told him, "I know what you're wearing underneath, you can leave that on." With some reluctance and a great deal of embarrassment, he stripped off. I could see that he found the warm wax spread over the backs of his legs quite pleasant, I took my leave but not quickly enough. I heard his strangled scream as the first strip of cloth was torn off. I smiled to myself with the knowledge that if the weekend was a failure in accomplishing all the things I wanted to do, at the very least he would appreciate the pain and trouble I go through to look nice for him. I spent the next few hours shopping, mainly clothes for Jeremy, but some bits and pieces that took my fancy as well. I was told they would ring me when he was ready to collect and I knew that with the amount they were going to do to him, I had plenty of time. I bought my new girlfriend a dress and a couple of skirt suits, blouses, slips and a pair of three inch heeled court shoes. I got them in black, so they'd go with the suits of which there was one a grey pin stripe one and the other black, with a purse to match. I also couldn't resist some jewellery, including a very nice lady's watch and some earrings as I knew his ears were to be pierced. I imagined him walking out of the house on his way to the office bedecked in these things. I told myself that I really had to stop thinking like that, I'd be lucky if I could keep him in a dress of any sort until Sunday. I didn't get the call to collect him until gone half past eight, so late that I was beginning to wonder if something had gone wrong. You cannot imagine the shock I got when I saw him. First of all, to get one thing straight, I didn't recognise him. There were three or four people there, apart from Shireen and I noticed that one of the girls was wearing a shop French maid's uniform. Then I did a double take as they looked me in the eye and smiled at me. It was the smile I'd recognise anywhere. "Jeremy!" I exclaimed. "Je regret Madam, you are mistaken, je m'appelle Juliette, I am your au pair from la belle France," he replied with a French accent and gave me a perfect curtsey! He was gorgeous! I was quite literally speechless. "Are you pleased with the results Gillian?" Shireen asked me and I still took another couple of minutes before I could answer. From the top of his head, previously shortish brown hair was now blonde and fell in waves to the middle of his back, past his impeccably made up face, over his voluptuous breasts, of which I swear I could see the top halves, accentuated by a tiny waist in the black satin dress, then long shapely legs grew from under a foam of crinolines and lace, his sheer black stockings were placed in four inch strappy shoes. I'd forgotten to breathe! A myriad of other, smaller changes came to mind as I looked, his long dangly gold earrings, the little white satin and lace hostess apron. His lips were voluptuous, a deep glossy red, matching his nails which were like talons of the same colour. "Oh my!" I finally found my voice. "Shireen, how have you done this? It's incredible." "I can't claim all the credit," she replied, "I had a remarkable canvass to work on, plus I think that Juliette has something to tell you, but I think she wants to leave it until you're alone." In a daze I settled the bill, I can't even remember how much it was, but I do know that she gave me a discount, then I gave a sum larger than that for the girls that had worked on him as a tip. Shireen explained that Juliette didn't need the dress I'd brought with me for him to wear home, he'd decided to purchase another uniform and wear that under a cape that he'd also bought. We went out to the car and started on the drive home, very carefully as I was still feeling a little shell shocked, but I did notice the little button badge shining. "I feel I owe you an explanation," Juliette was speaking quietly and I had to ask him to speak up. "I thought it would be the other way round, me owing one to you," I told him. "I've never had the courage to tell you about the little hobby I had before we were married," He paused and took a deep breath. "Ever since I was a young child I've loved female clothes. It started when I remember asking my Mother, and her putting me in one of her swimming costumes to sunbathe with her one day. I'd been saying that I wanted a costume like Mummy's. Later I used to sneak into my older sister's room and try on her things until one day she caught me. I thought she'd be really mad but instead she helped me. That carried on until she went to university, although she left me some of her things that she knew were my favourites. I bought myself some more clothes when I lived on my own, right up to the time we started to date seriously. As soon as I knew we were going to be together I steeled myself and threw everything away. I didn't dare tell you. I knew you had a fairly sheltered upbringing so I was sure you wouldn't understand and I couldn't blame you, I don't really understand it myself. Anyway there was no way I was going to risk loosing you, I love you too much. The trouble is that the urge has never left me. Sometimes it's taken all my willpower not to at least try your things on, but I had to be satisfied living vicariously through stories on different web sites. When you put me in this chastity panty, then started talking about female led marriages I was ninety percent certain that this was what you were going to do. I still can't believe it. I love you so much." "My Darling," I said, "I can't believe how things worked out, how you must have agonised over the years, but I can see how you didn't want to take a chance telling me, it must have been awful for you. But you've got to tell me about your makeover, is your hair really dyed blonde or is it a very good wig?" "No. I told them to go ahead and dye it after they attached the extensions. Also they've injected my breasts with a shot that makes them swell, not a lot but enough to give me a cleavage when the breast forms are pushed against them. The swelling won't last long, it gets reabsorbed into the body in seven to ten days. There's something else I've got to tell you, I've booked all next week off on holiday, my P.A., Alison, can always call me at home if there's a serious problem, but she's well capable of handling most things. For that reason I had Shireen use a long lasting makeup on me, I wouldn't have been able to do it as well as her. It will last about a month unless a special solvent is used to remove it. So for the next nine days you have a personal maid, I hope you'll like that." Of course I was over the moon. I suddenly felt as if it was Christmas, except for one small thing. I suppose a large part of the attraction of putting my husband in skirts was changing the power distribution between us. Don't get me wrong, Jeremy always listened to me when it came to making decisions but I was in no doubt that it was him that made the final choice. When and where we would holiday, how we would spend Christmas, and so on. He was brought up in a family where the men were the strong ones. His father was used to being in charge at work and it spilled over into the home. Jeremy was groomed to take over from him and, whilst he had the overall personality that I loved, he had been thrust in charge at work at a relatively young age when his father was taken ill and subsequently died so tended to take over his mantle in every respect. Now I had forced him into a position of subservience, only to discover afterwards, it was he who made the decision to do it. We arrived home as I was pondering on this very strange dilemma. I decided to do something about changing the situation's dynamics, I had one idea straight away and knew that others would follow. I took Juliette up to the smallest bedroom which while small, was connected to an en suite bathroom. "Very well Juliette," I told her, "I've earmarked this room for my maid, so make yourself at home, put away all your new clothes, then you may join me in the living room for your instructions." I thought that it was ironic that his room hadn't been redecorated since it was his sister's so many years ago. I had suggested a couple of times that we redecorated it, but each time Jeremy had felt it wasn't urgent, as it was never used., so although it was rather tatty, it was eminently suitable for my new maid. My little button badge's light was out. I could see that this was a development that he hadn't anticipated, but I left him to it before he could formulate a protest that wouldn't be beyond the scope of his new persona's questioning power. I had got myself a gin and tonic and was seated comfortably by the time he joined me. He walked in and went over to the cupboard, getting himself a glass and was obviously going to pour himself a drink. "What are you doing?" I asked rather sharply. "I was just going to join you with a G and T." "Well girl, I've got news for you. I don't know where you've worked before but in my household the paid help doesn't socialise with their betters. Now put that glass back and come and stand in front of me." At first he looked mildly irritated, but then I think that he actually rather liked being treated the way he was dressed. I soon wiped the smile off his face. "Juliette, I want you to listen carefully as I have no intention of repeating myself. There are certain rules in my house and expect you to obey them at all times, immediately and without question. First of all, you entered this room where you knew I was without knocking and waiting to be given permission to enter. You will do that at all times in future. Next you didn't pay me respect when you did enter. In future you will curtsey when entering my or any other guest's presence in this house, curtsey to acknowledge instructions then curtsey as you leave, is that clear?" "Yes Gillian." "The third thing you will not do is address me or any of your superiors by their given names, I am Madam to you, and if you refer to me you will do so by calling me Mrs Hart, do you understand?" "Yes Madam," he replied. "You obviously don't, girl, or instead of speaking you would have just curtseyed, so try again. Do you understand?" He curtseyed. "That's better. Now I'm not very hungry but I would like you to make me a light salad, I think there is some cold chicken in the fridge, so I'll have a glass of white wine with it. Lay me a place in the dining room, and just so it's clear, you will eat after I have finished and you've cleared away. My normal mealtimes will be eight for breakfast but eight thirty at weekends, one for lunch and seven for dinner. I'll tell you if that should change, as I will if I have guests. One last thing Juliette. I am the Mistress of this house and the one in charge. If I find that you have misbehaved in any way, and that includes acting above your station, I will not hesitate to punish you. Is that clear?" He curtseyed then went to leave the room, curtseyed again and left but not before I saw the badge was glowing again. I was pleased at that because although I wanted to be boss, it would be that much easier if he was getting a thrill from it. It wasn't long before he served my meal, I had him stand a little behind me and to my right, so he was immediately available if I needed a top up of my drink or anything. "Bring me a Cognac to the living room Juliette, then you may eat. I'll call you when I'm ready to go to bed." He curtseyed and left while I worked out how I was going to proceed. It annoyed me that he'd arranged a week off but still expected to be available for consultation. I decided how to spike that but he wouldn't find out until Monday. "Girl!" I called. "My bedroom, now." By the time I was entering my room a smiling Juliette was right on my heels. After I'd finished in the bathroom I had him help me undress and put my nightdress on, then subtly removed the pin from my lapel and placed it on my dresser again. I was pleased to note that it was glowing. I had another forty minutes or so with him between my legs. "That's enough, you may retire now girl, once you've put my glass in the dishwasher and finished in the kitchen. I'll have breakfast in bed in the morning, toast, scrambled egg and bacon, along with my coffee. Don't forget, eight thirty sharp." I must say that he looked extremely deflated, but didn't argue as he left me to go to his room, remembering to curtsey from the door as he left. I was quite exhausted after all the excitement of the day and it seemed almost immediately that I was woken by a knock on the door. "Enter," I called. Juliette came in wearing a fresh uniform, curtseyed and placed my breakfast on the purpose made bed-tray that we had, on its legs in front of me. I deliberately said nothing to him until I had almost finished eating, emphasising his changed station. Once I saw the little light come on out of the corner of my eye, I knew I was doing the right thing. "Run my bath." Again I felt that a formal approach would do him good. Once I'd finished my meal, I had him take my nightgown off and held my hand while I stepped into the water. I rubbed it in a little by having him sponge me all over before I settled in the water for a soak. While I was doing that I had him get my clothes out for the day then come back to dry me off when I was ready. I made sure he dusted me with some perfumed talc then dressed me from my underclothes out. It wasn't until he'd done all that I spoke kindly to him for the first time that morning. "You've been doing very well, girl. Carry on like that for the rest of today and I shall reward you tonight. I shan't be in for lunch, make sure you clean the house from top to bottom while I'm gone." I left the house soon after that and my first stop was a store I knew carried radio and electrical equipment. I purchased a call system there. It was quite simple, there was a wristband that vibrated when a remote was pressed. Juliette was to wear the band and I had the remote fitted into another wristband that I would wear. It meant that wherever either of us was, I could call him without having to shout. Incidentally, it didn't work the other way round, there was no way I was going to be on call from my maid. I called in to "Mr and Mrs" shop to give Shireen an update. She was rather busy so I told her to come to dinner tonight and bring her husband. She replied that her brother was staying with them for the weekend, so I asked him along as well. "Having a strange man to dinner will keep Juliette on his toes," I joked, making sure I got both their full names and agreed that her brother would be briefed on my little game. I thought it called for something special so while I was there I bought yet another uniform for him but bright red with matching shoes that had five inch heels. If he thought he was going to blend into the background that night he would have to think again. I phoned the house and Juliette answered the phone with his customary "Hello". "Juliette, when you answer the telephone in my house you say 'Mrs Hart's residence, this is Juliette the maid, how can I help you?', have you got that?" I had him repeat it twice more then told him that there would be three guests for dinner tonight. "Please Madam, having guests would make me very nervous," he muttered. I could imagine him having kittens at the prospect, but I told him that he shouldn't question me and to just get on with preparing a really nice meal. I went on to do little more window shopping and ended up having lunch in the top floor restaurant of the big department store in town. I couldn't imagine the coincidence. Who should be just in front of me to get a table was Francine, Jeremy's sister. "Hello Frankie," I greeted her, "can we share a table?" After the usual polite and general chat, asking after her husband etc., I waited until we'd ordered and then struck. "You could have told me Jeremy's little secret Frankie." She acted as if she didn't know what I was talking about. "Don't worry, I'm only kidding, but I must tell you that I had this amusing idea of dressing him up as my maid as the prelude to a bit of bedroom fun. Imagine my surprise when I found out that he wasn't averse to it in the slightest." "Oh Gillian," she gave me a look of relief, "I'm so glad you know now and it doesn't cause a problem between you. You know he was terrified that you'd find out and want to dump him, but I told him that if you loved him half as much as I thought you did, it wouldn't make any difference to you. He wouldn't believe me and swore me to silence, something I've not been happy about as you can probably imagine." "Does Colin know about it?" I couldn't imagine Francine keeping secrets from her husband. "Yes, I told him once I knew Jeremy was marrying you, I thought that if the proverbial hit the fan, my brother would need all the friends he could get." "Was he alright with it?" I confess I was a little worried. "My Dear, he's a shrink and often deals with gender dysphoria in his patients. As you can imagine, I know quite a lot about Jeremy's hobby. I'm pretty certain he fits squarely in just the transvestite category, he's not gay or transgender, he just enjoys the clothes and perhaps a little bit of humiliation. I know that sounds odd, but does that fit with how he's been with you?" I went on to describe the chastity device I got for him and thence how I know what's turning him on. This had more or less proved her point about the humiliation, even if it said nothing of taking him further, with a man for instance. "What has been your reaction to this piece of information?" she asked me, once the meal was in front of us and the waiter had gone out of earshot. "Put it this way, at the moment my maid Juliette, is preparing dinner for the lady who helped with his makeover, her brother and her husband for tonight." Frankie nearly choked on her first mouthful of food and we both got the giggles. "Oh I must see that before he changes back," she told me. "Well you may have more time to do that than you would have imagined." I went on to tell her about his makeover and how he's actually asked for it to last at least a week and then he was going to revert to his old self. I suggested that she and her husband come to dinner in a week, the next Saturday, to which she hastily accepted. Then I went on to explain my other problem. Quite apart from the question of raising interest in our marriage, I told her what I felt about Jeremy always taking the decisions, in particular the question of decorating the bedroom that had now come back to bite him. "I really thought that I was going to control him being made over, but he guessed in advance and arranged to make it more permanent and to take a week off work to make it last longer." I could see she understood my frustration. "I know that you're an equal shareholder in the business, even though you leave him to run it. I want you to tell me what you would think of me taking his place for, say a couple of weeks?" "Gillian, you have my full support, it would take him down a peg or two," she replied, then told me things I didn't know. "When Daddy was alive, he was a great supporter of women's lib. He would have had no problem with me taking over the firm if I hadn't wanted a medical career. He said that as I was the older, I should have first choice. When he knew that I wasn't going to, he still left me fifty one percent of the shares. If it comes to the crunch, I have the say in who runs the company." "Oh, don't get me wrong Frankie, I don't want a permanent job." I showed a little alarm. "I just want it long enough to equalise our domestic positions, but of course I don't want Juliette to know that." We both got the giggles again. "What a way for two grown women to act!" I said and we carried on to such an extent that the people at the next table nearly joined in. Having promised to keep Francine in touch with how things were going we said goodbye to each other, until a week to the day. I stopped off at my favourite bookshop to brows for a while, yes, I use e-books if I'm travelling but I prefer turning the pages of a real book. I only found one that appealed to me, so after that I headed for home. I had Juliette serve me tea and settled to read until about five, when I went to change. I called Juliette and gave him the bag from 'Mr and Mrs' and told him to change for serving aperitifs at six thirty, then dinner. I reminded him that if he behaved he would be rewarded at bedtime. I think that was the only reason I didn't hear anything from him when he saw the new uniform. It was amazing. It was a brilliant shiny red silk with a little cap that he had to pin on, with two streamers of the same material hanging down his back, they looked stunning against his blonde hair. There was the normal impractical apron tied with a huge bow at his back, but it was the skirt part that was really eye catching. It was even shorter than his others with masses of snow white petticoats holding it out almost horizontally, but the hilarious thing was that they were so short, not only were his white stocking tops visible, if he bent even a little, it showed he had panties of the same red material on, flashing like traffic lights. I still don't know how he could walk in the slender five inch heels on his red patent leather shoes. When I went down stairs I called him, appeared to ignore how he looked, especially the way he was blushing, and gave him his wrist strap with the buzzer on it. "You only take this off to shower or bathe," I told him, "when it buzzes you come to find me straight away." I noticed that my little button light was shining satisfactorily, I had pinned it to my dress in a fold so I could see it with only a little difficulty but not noticeable at all to Juliette. I noticed that it went out as he was busy with last minute preparations, presumably he was distracted . At just before six thirty our doorbell rang and I sent for Juliette with the buzzer, then on to open the door. I could see a look of panic on his face, but he nevertheless did as he was told. He showed the group in and I stood up to greet them. "Shireen, so nice to see you again, James I'm so pleased to see you after all this time," I stepped forward and kissed him on the lips. Of course he had been briefed about this possibility and returned my embrace with a passion. "Gillian I've been looking forward to seeing you again so much," Shireen's brother James was obviously going to be a good actor. "If I can break you two apart for a moment, Gillian, this is my husband Brian." Shireen's comment was perfect. "Juliette, open a bottle of Champagne for Mr and Mrs Wilde and Mr Border, we'll celebrate this evening," I told him, noticing the shocked look on his face, but also that I would have to tread carefully as the light stayed off. It wasn't my intention to really upset my husband, but I wanted to explore his emotions and I already knew that a little teasing was something that turned him on. After we finished the Champagne and the men had cleared the plates of hors d'oeuvres, Juliette stood in the doorway, his signal that the starter was ready. We all took our seats but I nearly burst out laughing as James passed Juliette and he jumped as he was goosed. His face turned scarlet with embarrassment and I noticed the light blinked on and stayed on until he was distracted by the mechanics of dinner. As I expected, Juliette made a superb job of both cooking and serving the meal but of course what I shouldn't have done was tell him. I couldn't resist praising him though when everyone else did, he deserved it so much. I was afraid of him forgetting his place, so I had to bring him down again. "I think you're very lucky to have a maid who is efficient and talented as well as so very pretty," James commented. "I know James," I replied, "she's so much more use now than when she was my husband. Give my guests your best curtsey Juliette, show them you appreciate their thanks." I could see him turn red again and look as if he hoped the floor would swallow him up, but I noticed that as he did as he was told his little light came back on. It was becoming clear to me that he had a penchant for being humiliated, but not if he thought there was a risk to his marriage. I didn't think I could love him more, but this made me realise that we each had a most loving partner, I got all sentimental about him. I had to restrain myself from giving him a hug. All my good intentions were swept aside when my guests finally took their leave, after we all enjoyed brandies or port with petit fours that Juliette again served. I followed the group as the made their way to the front door which my maid had opened for them. Just as James was leaving he turned and, catching me by surprise held me tight as he leaned me backwards and gave me the most amazingly passionate kiss. "It's been wonderful to see you again Gillian, perhaps next time we can arrange a more intimate meeting?" "That would be wonderful James," I replied, not knowing what else to say. I looked at Juliette's face as he closed the door, he was both flushed and obviously upset. His light was out. "You've done well tonight, girl, come to my bedroom once you've finished your chores down here." And with that I left him to go to my room to prepare for him. When he arrived only about fifteen minutes later I told him to bend over the foot of my bed and rest his face on his arms. I moved round so that he could see me take my dress off and his eyes widened when he saw I was wearing a basque, complete with stockings but no panties and he saw for the first time that I'd shaved down there, giving him a nice view of my pussy. I got onto the bed and had him pay attention to it for a few minutes, then told him to wait. I got the double ended dildo out that I'd been recommended to by Shireen. "Which would you like?" I asked him. "The thick or the thin end?" He was so startled that he made a sort of gurgling noise. "We'll start you on the thin end at first, as you're a virgin. You are a virgin, aren't you? I'd hate for my maid to be a slut, except with me of course." I got a tube of lubricant out and, having pulled his panties down just sufficiently, I made sure that the nearest thing he had to a girly part was slick. I gave him a running commentary to this effect and I could feel him shaking. There was no doubt that his light was on, I could tell without even looking at it. I entered him slowly, working backwards occasionally, to make it as pleasurable and with the least pain to him. I found that I could alternately let it go or grip it with my muscles, which gave us an equal share of the friction. It wasn't long before I felt him backing on to me as I withdrew each time. I suddenly felt his movements become that more urgent, just as I felt the need as well. With a number of quite violent strokes I climaxed just as I heard a very girly squeal come from the maid. I quickly grabbed my nightdress and put it under us to soak up our fluids but I didn't withdraw from him. "What does it feel like to be taken girl? Do you feel abused? Do you like to be fucked?" I carried on talking to him like that for a couple of minutes, then started the rocking movement again, very gently at first, but I could soon feel he was joining in. It was when we both came the second time we collapsed onto the bed. "Time out Jeremy, you've the next two minutes to tell me what you think of your experience so far?" "My Darling," he was having trouble getting his breath, "it's marvellous, it's all been marvellous, I love you so much." "What about my boyfriend that turned up this evening?" I asked with a grin. "I hope you were joking with him, it was the only episode I didn't enjoy, I don't want to lose you." "I'll let you into a secret my love, that was Shireen's brother and I've never met him before in my life." He started to laugh, we both laughed and before long we were having hysterics. I think that from his point of view it was utter relief, and I suppose from mine also, it was just that I was so pleased to know that I was doing what he wanted. "Time out's over Juliette, remember it's only me that can call it and I can still punish you if you misbehave. Now get to your bed girl and serve my breakfast in bed at ten in the morning, I'll feel like a lie in." He immediately went back into character, curtseyed and left the room. I actually missed him in bed, but I wasn't going to let him know that. The days past for us both far too quickly. The only things we did of particular note was Wednesday. I'd been talking to Francine on my phone, while I was out so that Juliette couldn't hear, when she suggested something I thought was a really good idea. I took Juliette out shopping. He wore the sensible dress that I'd originally got him to go home from his makeover in. While we were out and unbeknown to him, Francine came over and completely removed every stitch of male clothes in the house. Love him as I did, I still wasn't going to let him decide when he was going to stop being my maid. On Friday I told him that we were going to have a special dinner the next night and he had to go back to Shireen's to have his make up freshened. I had made an appointment for that afternoon and afterwards we went grocery shopping for the dinner. He thought Shireen had given him the remover for his make up, but what he didn't know was that it was just water in the bottle. He also thought he'd made an appointment to have his extensions removed and hair re-dyed at four thirty on Sunday. What he didn't know was that the shop was only open until four on Sundays, so even if he turned up, Shireen wouldn't be there. I think he assumed that it would be Shireen and her husband back for dinner the following night, I'd warned her not to dissuade him. Again I had him change into his red uniform in time to welcome my guests at six in the evening. He had become so used to being the maid that by now he was quite blas?. It was with a definite sway of his hips that he went to open the door when the bell rang. Unfortunately I had to rely on Frankie's description of her brother's face when he saw them, talk about shock. His sister and brother-in-law gave no sign that they recognised him and simply walked in and spoke to me as I came out of the living room to greet them. "Such a shame Jeremy is away," Colin commented, "I so rarely get to see him what with work and one thing and another." That was the tone of the evening. Jeremy was occasionally discussed and Colin made a comment about how sexy my maid was, but it was all to reinforce the supposition that they hadn't recognised him. As we were eating the main course, with Juliette hovering to assist with top ups and so on, that Gillian raised the subject of the family firm. "Don't you miss work?" she asked me. "Yes, to be honest I often do. It wasn't so bad when I was occupied with housework, but since Jeremy hired Juliette for me, I'm at a bit of a loose end sometimes." "How would you feel about coming back?" "I'd jump at the chance, but I don't think Jeremy would like it." "Well I've got news for you. I've been noticing for a time that the turnover hasn't improved the way I expected. I think it's time for a new broom to chase up some of the staff, I don't think that Jeremy's got it in him to be tough enough. I've got this letter that I'd like you to give him when he gets back from his trip. It's telling him that I want him to take a six month sabbatical while you knock things into shape. I haven't told him that if you do a good job of it, you'll be the C.E.O. permanently. I remember when Daddy was not a hundred percent, and sometimes when he was, you used to run the company and it went like clockwork. I already know you can do a good job. By the way, it doesn't matter how much he complains about it, Jeremy only has forty nine percent of the shares, I'm the major shareholder so you can tell him that whatever he says my decision is final." Out of the corner of my eye I could see Juliette swaying and going red in the face. He obviously wanted to argue the point but if he did he would have to do it dressed as he was in front of his brother-in-law and be outed. He was fighting his dilemma but I had guessed correctly, he couldn't face them both as my maid. I was fairly sure he would argue the point if he was 'recognised' before they left, but was unwilling to initiate it. "Can you start on Monday?" Frankie asked. "Well, yes, I suppose I can, if you're sure?" I appeared both shocked and confused by her suggestion. If only there was an Academy Award category for 'Acting in a Domestic Situation' I would surely have won it. They didn't stay late as Francine was going to be on call the next day, they had been let down by a locum agency. As soon as they had left Juliette looked meaningfully at me. "I know," I said, "clear up in the kitchen then come up to my room and I'll give you a time out." He arrived in record time. "I'm sorry Jeremy, but you heard what was said. I could hardly say 'no' could I? If I'd done that she might have had an outsider in mind." "I don't understand it." He was clearly upset. "Our growth has been eight percent this year, clearly above inflation and better than most industries." "There is one upside to this though," I smiled, "I'll be having a maid a lot longer than I thought." "I'm not staying your maid all that time. Come Monday I'm going over to see that sister of mine and have it out with her." "No you're not," I made as if I'd just come to a momentous decision. "I'm going to work as the CEO of the firm and you're going to be my maid. Remember when we started this I told you that I would punish you if you if you tried to act above your station, well that wasn't a game. I can make life very painful for you if I choose. Now in view of your attitude there's no relief for you tonight, get between my legs and relax me." What he didn't know was that in my hand, under the bedclothes I had the remote for his chastity device. He just simple "harrumphed" at me and turned to walk out of the room. I pressed the button. I don't know who was more surprised by the effect. He yelled and clutched at his groin. "Nooo! Eergh!" He overbalanced on his heels and fell on the floor. For a moment I was really worried, but I previously decided to control my automatic reaction, so long as he wasn't badly hurt it would be enough not to have to repeat the exercise. Sure enough he staggered to his feet and lay down between my thighs to start administering to my needs. "That's better Juliette, now I hope it won't be necessary to do that to you again," I told him. He continued working on me without giving me an answer, but from this action I guessed that he would be compliant. The next morning it was an obedient maid who delivered my breakfast. After I got dressed I gave him his 'normal' dress to put on and took him out shopping. It wasn't for anything particular, I just wanted him out of the house for a while. As it happened I bought him another two dresses, pointing out to him that he would need to go shopping while he was doing his domestic duties so he needed more of them, with shoes, bags etc., to go with them. I told him that I was getting him started and that he could have one of my credit cards, showing my obviously woman's name, so that he could use that without embarrassment. We had a spot of lunch out, but all the while I could see his mind working. He had decided to escape his duties by changing into his men's clothes, wiping off his make up and having his hair returned as before. I could read him like a book. When we got home I took him up to my bedroom and opened his side of the closet. I did it this way because I didn't want him to know that this had been planned in advance. "I'm sorry Juliette, but while we were out I was a little sneaky. I've had all your men's clothes removed, the make up remover has been substituted with water and I've cancelled your appointment with Shireen. I don't want you tempted to try to cause trouble either for your sister or me. You've got two very nice skirt suits it the other room if you want to come into the office, but if you do it will be as a typist or office girl. Time out Jeremy, I want to hear what you are going to do." He looked down at his feet. "I don't have a choice, do I?" "Not really. Up to now you've been playing at maid. You have to realise that to all intents and purposes you are from today my actual maid. I will make a concession though. If you behave yourself this week, not only will you not be punished, I will change your status to housewife, except when I have guests. That will mean that from this time next week you will still be in skirts, but of your choice, if it's the maid's dresses that's OK, but it could be normal dresses. If you wear a normal dress you will be able to speak fairly freely and call me Gillian again, just like a wife. Only if you are in maid mode will you have to carry on as we have been. It all depends on how you act this week. Do you understand all that and have you any questions while you have the time out?" "Once I am your wife will you still make all the decisions?" "I shall behave about decision making in exactly the same way you have over the years we've been married. I will listen to you, but I will have the final say on anything." "I wasn't like that." He sounded quite indignant. "Well I'll tell you what, if you ask for, or suggest something and I don't act the way you know you would have, you tell me. Is that fair?" "Yes, I suppose so, but what about our friends? How will I dress in front of them?" "We only really see Alan and Jackie and Sam and Trudy, and they're neighbours as well as friends, you won't be able to avoid them forever. I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll invite them to dinner next Saturday evening, you won't have to wear the uniform and you can tell them you lost a bet. Think of something feasible and let me know, then tell them it involved us swapping jobs for a month. You can blame me for the makeover. They're real friends so you may get some ribbing but you'll get the trauma over and done with. You could even go and play golf with them if you're good." "I can't imagine playing golf like this, I'd be laughed out of the club." "That's up to you, but there are anti-discrimination laws you know, they wouldn't be able to kick you out." That was how we left it. He wasn't happy but at least he wasn't going to cause a scene. I went into the office on the Monday, having bought some nice suits I thought an CEO should wear, yes some were trouser suits, and first thing I did was call a staff meeting. I explained that Jeremy was taking a sabbatical break and that I would be in charge for at least a month, maybe longer. Most of the senior staff I knew from when I worked there and I had no problems taking up my position. I had a long talk with Allison Stuart, Jeremy's, or should I say my P.A., and found out that he had been toying with the idea of another salesman on the road but had decided against it. I spent the first two days going over all our figures and getting myself up to date on changes since I left, then got onto an agency I knew were reliable, although Jeremy had never used them, and asked them to look out for a potential salesman for us. By Friday I'd interviewed three candidates and taken one on. As he had relocated after a divorce he was free to start the following Monday. Juliette was as good as gold all week. I don't know if it was the stick, in the form of the chastity shocker, or the carrot of being allowed into sensible adult women's clothes, I didn't care. Previously when I'd worked, most evenings I felt obliged to cook the meal for us and fit in the housework when I could, so having it all done for me was heaven. Two nights I rewarded him with the dildo, the second time, Friday night, I told him to get into his nightie and stay the night with me. He was a little disappointed that the chastity wasn't coming off, but otherwise he was able to talk and act relatively freely. "So what's it like, being the housewife and not the husband?" I asked. "Much to my surprise, I'm getting to really like it," he said. "Oh I knew I'd love the dressing part and you know I enjoy cooking, but now I don't have all the worry and stress on me from work, I have even got to quite like the corset and heels, they are very sexy." We both laughed, then he turned serious. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow night though. Do I have to go through with this dinner?" "You know perfectly well that it will be best in the long run. What if one of them should turn up here unexpectedly? Plus you can't hide yourself away all the time, not having human interaction, it isn't healthy." He accepted my argument and we both slept well which was just as well. He was like a cat on a hot tin roof all day. He worried about everything being perfect for our friends, to put them in the right frame of mind. I told him that when they arrived, I would let them in and get them settled with drinks and tell them the story before they saw him. I'd got him a lovely pale lilac cocktail dress, matching three inch heeled shoes and hostess apron. I gave him a bigger, more practical apron to wear over everything in the kitchen, so he kept himself looking immaculate. When they had all arrived I sat them down and explained that Jeremy had to make one or two atonements to me. I told them we had argued over an account at work and I had foreseen the correct outcome. He had been so certain he was right, he'd said that he'd swap roles with me if he was wrong. Now it was time to put his money where his mouth was. I told them that I'd been so mad that I'd taken it out on him by having a complete makeover done on him. I'd regretted it soon after, but he'd been a terrific sport and had stuck with it. I told them that I took full responsibility but I was looking to them to be kind to him. It seemed to be accepted, so I buzzed him to come in. "Wow!" Sam said. Apart from that they all looked at him with their mouths open. Then they all talked at once. The agreed consensus was that he looked great. He sat down with them, drink in hand while I went to the kitchen to do a couple of things he had asked me while he was getting accepted. I put the cold starters on the table, then for the rest of the meal he took over as well as eating with us. Him doing the meal was already usual to them, so everything, apart from the way he was dressed, was as he'd acted when they'd been here before his makeover . Alan was insistent that he play a round of golf with them the next Saturday, and both Jackie and Trudy told him to come over to Alan and Trudy's house Monday morning for coffee at eleven and they would introduce him to the rest of the neighbours. When he pointed out that he would be embarrassed, they dismissed it out of hand. "We can't call you Jeremy while you're dressed like that," Jackie mentioned. "I've been calling him Juliette, I think it suits him, don't you?" I said quickly, for his sake I wanted them to see that it was me instigating it all. For the rest of the evening Juliette was what he was called. The men wanted to know how he felt about the clothes. "I didn't like them at first, but now I've got used to them there really isn't anything to dislike that much. They're very comfortable compared with my normal wear," he told them. "The heels took some getting used to thought." The women asked where he got the dress. "I had to do his shopping," I told them, "he wouldn't have had a clue what to buy." I gave them the name of the shop and they both declared that they were going to go there the following week. By the time we were all settled in the living room with glasses of Port, to mark the occasion Juliette had opened one of his special bottles, we were talking about other things and people and it was just as if Juliette had always been there. Once they had all left, having extracted a promise from Juliette to meet the girls at the coffee morning, I took his hand and led him to our bedroom. He noticed that I was calling it 'our' not 'my' bedroom and he was full of smiles. Once we got there I explained the new rules to him. "Now you are my wife, not my maid, I want you to move all your things back in here with the exception of your uniforms. I told you that there might be just a few times when I require you to wear them and when that happens you will use the maid's room, not here. You already have some nice things to wear but tomorrow we'll go shopping and I want you to pick the clothes you want. You also need some lower heels, the highest should be no more than four inches high at the very most. You can also pick some more lingerie and nighties. If you want we can also call at Shireen's place and see if there are any things there that you fancy, she does seem to sell some interesting toys." He acted as if all his Christmases had come at once and we had an enthusiastic lovemaking session, still of course with him as the woman. I asked him to tell me honestly how he felt about that. "I can't say, now I've got used to it, that it is as satisfying as when I used to do it to you, but I still enjoy it." Fair enough. For me the dildo wasn't as good as feeling him in me, but I wasn't going to tell him that. In any case, for me any loss of sensation is compensated to a large extent by the feeling of power over him that I feel. By Sunday evening Juliette had almost as many clothes as me in his wardrobe and was as happy as I can ever remember him being. By coincidence, he confessed to me, after a few drinks that night, that any loss he felt he suffered from not being able to have sex with me as he used to, was compensated by all the lovely clothes he was able to wear. I thought: 'I don't know, first I thought of dressing him and he loved that, then I stopped him having penetrative sex with me and it turned out he loved that. Are we compatible or what?' When I arrived home from work on the Monday, he was full of his coffee morning. I heard how the four other women neighbours that Jackie and Trudy had introduced him to were told all about him beforehand. He expected reactions of horror or revulsion but instead they treated him just like one of the 'girls'. They were all going shopping to a big centre about thirty miles away on Wednesday and some of them actually wanted his advice on things to buy. I told him how the salesman I'd taken on had brought with him no less than five major accounts that he would service regularly. I'm having to take on four more in our warehouse/distribution side and two more in the office just to handle them. They've already placed orders to the equivalent of four months of our previous turnover, many of the items are high profit lines for us as well. He wasn't interested. All he wanted to talk to me about was what I thought he should wear on Wednesday. His shopping trip then was his idea of pure heaven. They asked him if we would both like to go out with four of them on Saturday, Trudy had a box at a matinee performance of a show and we could go on to eat afterwards.. "Oh Gillian, please say we can go, it was so much fun," he was practically pleading. "What about your golf, wasn't that arranged for Saturday?" I asked him. "Oh no, I forgot." His face dropped, then brightened. "No problem, I'll just tell the lads I've got to do something that I'd forgotten about." "Don't you realise that won't wash? I presume Jackie knowing, and with Trudy organising this trip, they're bound to mention it to their husbands." "In that case I'll tell them the truth, I want to go to the show." He started to dish up dinner at that point, but was happily humming a tune as he worked. Having our friends realise that he actually loved being in dresses wasn't worrying him at all, so long as he was being my housewife. The next day I spoke to his sister with her regular update. "How do you feel about carrying on with this arrangement indefinitely?" she asked. "Well Frankie, to be perfectly honest, I'm having a ball. I'm really enjoying the challenge of the work and I don't have to do the housework or cooking, both of which I can't say I hated, but they weren't high on my list of favourite things. Juliette makes a wonderful wife. The house always looks perfect and you know what his cooking's like, I get practically a cordon bleu meal when I walk in at night. He claims it's because he has the time to do nice things to eat, and without work to worry him he can investigate new dishes." "I think it's time for a frank discussion with him, don't you?" "Are you working next Sunday? Perhaps you could both come to Sunday lunch but we don't eat until two. I think I ought to come clean as to how he's ended up here and see if he really wants to continue, don't you Frankie?" "That's a good idea, when shall we come over, about one? I think you've woken a monster and I'm hoping it's not going to bite us." We both laughed and agreed that was what we would do. Saturday afternoon and evening was great fun. The show was a stage version of 'Cabaret' and was very entertaining. Trudy had organised a limo so we didn't have to have a designated driver, it followed that the meal was a boozy affair and we hardly stopped drinking. I could see why Juliette was so popular. He was full of stories about drag artists associated round the time of the cabaret the musical was based on, keeping everyone in fits of laughter. It wasn't until afterwards I wondered why I wasn't jealous of his obviously very close friendship with all these women. Then it hit me. There was nothing remotely sexual in anything about his interaction with them. He looked upon himself, and they looked at him, as one of them. It was the way I had been thinking of him and hadn't realised it. In spite of all we had to drink the night before, Juliette was up early, prepping the lunch for the four of us. It may have been that he had been worrying about seeing them again. Remember he thought they hadn't recognised him the first time. I hadn't told him everything, judging it best to leave it until we were all together, but I did say that his sister had been told that he would be dressed up and she was going to tell Colin. I reminded him that her husband was a psychiatrist, used to dealing with gender dysphoria, so wouldn't be hostile in any way. He countered that he was sure the man didn't want his work brought home with him. As was our habit when we indulged in a proper Sunday roast, we only had coffee and a slice of toast for breakfast, but he brought me mine in bed. He was still obviously very nervous about the impending meeting. "Don't worry so much Juliette," I told him. "Everything's worked out better than you expected sp far, hasn't it?" Even so, by the time our guests arrived he was close to shaking. I asked him why he was so worried compared with when he met our friends. "Friends are really only friends if they accept you, warts and all. It's not the end of the world if they don't. Family is important and I don't want Frankie placed in a difficult situation between me and her husband." "That's one of the reasons I married you Darling," I told him, for the first time in a long while using a neutral gender term of endearment with him, "you're not worried for you about this, you're worried for Frankie. I must tell you not to, everything is going to work out." They actually arrived a little early. It was with the great relief of Juliette that I went to open the door for them. I poured us all a gin and tonic, then called my very embarrassed housewife in and we all sat down. I decided that I couldn't keep my poor dear in suspense any longer. "Juliette, we all have a confession to make to you." And the others nodded. "When Frankie and Colin were here last time, they knew full well who my maid was." "I'm sorry Juliette, I told Colin about you even before we were married." Frankie was smiling as she told him. "I'm afraid that you have to blame me for our deception," I went on to explain to him that I felt that he always took the decisions in our marriage, even to the point of taking over the idea and time scale of him being dressed in skirts. "I'm afraid that the idea of you having to take a sabbatical and letting Gillian run the business was all just a scheme to keep you in skirts longer. I really had no complaints about how you were running the business, although in her defence I must say that your wife is doing a superb job of it," Frankie added. "The fact of the matter is that we didn't expect either of us to be enjoying our change of positions quite as much as you seem to be. We've had to have this get together to find out where we are going from here." I took a deep breath. "I like being back at work again, especially as you are looking after me so well at home, but I never intended for it to be for more than a couple of weeks." "You mean that I can go back to my old job any time I want?" he asked both his sister and me. "Yes, any time you want to," she told him and I nodded. "However, the way you've settled into your new life makes me wonder if you would want to stick at it. As far as I'm concerned, you both run the company well, I was never worried about it but I did want you to have a taste of womanhood. Do you truly enjoy it as much as you appear to?" "I can tell you that I haven't exaggerated my feelings at all, I can honestly say that most of it has been the time of my life. It makes it a very difficult decision that I didn't think I would have to make, not so soon anyway. Do you mind if I think about this over lunch? It's too important to just give an off the cuff answer." The meal went off like clockwork and was delicious, as was now quite routine from Juliette, it was little short of miraculous as far as I was concerned, how he managed to do it all the way he did. Afterwards we moved back to our sitting room. "I've given this a great deal of thought as I didn't want to act as an immediate reaction that I might regret later," he told us. "My immediate reaction was that I was enjoying life so much I didn't want to change it. I've since given it a great deal of thought. I'm very much a heterosexual, I don't want to change genders and above all I want to live the rest of my life with the woman I love, Gillian. On the other hand, I want her to be happy and I want to know if she is definitely happy with the way things are right now. This involves a very private part of our sex lives, so with the greatest respect I would like my wife to come back into the dining room for a moment, for a very private talk." This caught all of us by surprise but with apologies to my sister-in- law and her husband I did as he wanted. When we were alone, he asked me what I suspected he wanted to know. "Darling, I need to know if you are completely happy just using that toy on me or if you miss sex the way we've always done it before?" "Your question needs me to be completely honest under the circumstances," I told him. "The answer is that I very much like it in some respects, but I badly miss you being inside me." "What if we had a mixture, sometimes you're the 'masculine' one and at other times I am?" He waived the quotation marks in the air with his hands. "I think that would be perfect," I answered him and smiled. "And you're perfectly happy going to work every day?" As he asked he looked very serious. "With the proviso that you're there to support me when I get home in the evenings the answer is yes, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't want to go out to eat sometimes. If you're going in the direction I think you are with this, it means you being a woman in the eyes of everyone and I mean everyone, so we socialise as two women." "Now I have a difficult question, and if you need time to think about it, I will understand," he still was very serious. "How would you feel about me getting breast implants?" This came as a complete surprise to me and at first I thought he was joking and started to laugh, but quickly I realised that he was serious. "I'm sorry Darling, it came as a bit of a shock to me, but the answer is that I would love it, so long as it was something you wanted to do." "I think I'm ready to go back into the living room and continue the discussion," he said and together we returned to the company of Frankie and Colin. "I've made a decision," he announced. "I love Gillian more than life itself. I wouldn't do anything that she didn't like and I must say at this point I never realised that I was so overbearing before. That is past and there's nothing I can do about it now. I've just had a very frank talk with her and I believe that she is not only happier, she is also better at running the company than I am. On the other hand, she was always a lousy wife. I make a much better one." As he spoke those last few words there was an audible intake of breath from all of us, quickly followed by laughter. "Frankie, how soon could you arrange for me to have breast implants? Not huge ones, say something around a 'C' or a 'D' cup? And Gillian, where's the key to this damn panty?" The laughter continued, with relief as much as anything as we were all convinced that his ego would prevent him from taking the path we were all convinced he should be on. We were wrong. * * * * * I wrote all this account of our lives many years ago now. After a while everyone got used to the idea that I was a lesbian living with another woman and we did nothing to dissuade them. Juliette changed his given name from Jeremy by deed pole but we were still man and wife so it made no difference to our legal status and certainly not to the love we had for each other. As you are aware, I am now the head of a major international conglomerate, it's a long time since I stopped trying to estimate my wealth, it no longer means anything. Juliette and I had many, many happy years together, living as two women. It is ironic that Juliette was unaware that something so very masculine would hold his fate. He showed symptoms and had it checked out by his sister quickly, but there was nothing that could be done, it was too late. The cancer of his prostate, something he wouldn't have had if he'd had the body of a woman, which in many respects he wanted so much, was what would take his life. However his epitaph was able to read that he'd lived his life the way he wanted to and that way made everyone who knew him better off for it.