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The Bet By Cassandra Morgan Hers was the perfect face. The dancing eyes. The plump, but not obscene, lips. The way the bangs of her blonde hair danced on her forehead. The white teeth. The dimples. Above all else, that heart-capturing smile Lauren Howard stood in the living room of the Kempers, still as beautiful as the day we were married. When she was around, no one noticed the other women in the room. There was just Lauren. She was the star of the show, the one whose eyes you followed even when the other actor was talking. She was laughing now, maybe at some joke I would never hear. The lightning was low. All you noticed was her inner glow. For six years now, I have never been able to take my eyes off her. She was the definition of beauty to me. To others, too, I'm sure. "You're a lucky son of a bitch," my buddy Chad said, looking at me looking at her. "Yeah," I smiled. "I am. Lauren is great." "Yeah, you're lucky to be married to such a gorgeous lady," he said. "And you're lucky you're my friend. Otherwise, I'd take her away from you." I laughed. I didn't worry about any one else with Lauren, not even player like Chad. She loved me. She was a loyal cupcake, a little innocent, but that was a good thing, right? She was my soulmate. "Man, Louie," he said again. "Look at her. That green dress looks like it was poured over her. You're damn lucky you got there first." "Hah," I said. "You've got no chance." "Keep telling yourself, ace. If Lauren wasn't your wife, I'd fuck her brains out in six months." "Hey!" He snickered. "I'm sorry, Louie. I'm a little buzzed. I just think you're a lucky man." "Damn right I am." "With you around, it might take eight months." "Eat me. Why don't you date Vanessa? She's pretty." I nodded toward a brunette in the corner. "Been there. Done that." "Really?" "She's a screamer. I don't like screamers. They're too distracting." I shook my head. Everyone knew that Chad got around. He was the single guy that all of us married guys wish we could be. I liked quality; he preferred quantity. "Cindy?" "Cindy is a little clingy. She wanted to have my baby." "Crap. Who else?" I asked. "Traci," he said. "Traci? Jesus. Does Bobby know?" "He knows. He watched. He might have learned something." "Shit. Really? You had sex with Traci in front of Bobby?" "She likes it in the ass." "Traci? Really?" "Yeah. I'm kind of a lucky guy, too." "Maybe. But you're out of your league with Lauren." He grinned. "I'm the MVP of that league." "You are a smug son of a bitch," I said. "Just saying. Facts are facts. The ladies like Cyclops." "You honestly think you could get my wife into bed?" "Sure. Under the right circumstances." "What circumstances?" He looked at me. "Okay, we're just talking, buddy to buddy. But you've been married to her for, what, almost five years? So you've got a head start. I'd have to think of some way to even the odds. And bam, she's mine." "Liar." He laughed. "Can you imagine it? Old Cyclops sliding in and out of your woman, making her moan. Her rubbing her breasts. Her spreading her legs." "Stop it. This isn't funny." He shrugged. "Money. Mouth. Put one where the other is." "You want me to bet you that you can't fuck my wife. I'm not an idiot. I'm not going to encourage that." "So you admit. you're wrong." "No, I don't admit anything. Lauren is a good wife. She's not looking to cheat on me. And she's sees how sleazy you are. She'd be loyal to me if I was blind, if I couldn't walk, if I was unemployed." "What if it were something else?" "Like what?" I said. "Okay. This is just spitballing, okay. But the only time I've really seen Lauren ticked off was a couple of months ago when that tranny walked into the women's bathroom at Target." "She was having a bad day." "Nevertheless, she got upset. So what if you were one of them? A transvestite? She'd run to Cyclops. She'd beg me to fuck her." "She wouldn't. Chad, a lot of transvestites have loyal wives. From what I read, they're very happy. I think Lauren would be one of those women. She'd support me even if I was like that."" "She'd be out shopping for a new man. And I'd be there. Man, I would love to tap that." "No fucking way." "Way." And we went on like that, for almost an hour, bantering back and forth about my wife's sex life. It wasn't my proudest moment, but we were drunk and stupid. Nothing was ever going to come of it. Would it? * * A week later, we were playing golf. Chad could hit the hell out of a driver. Lucky for me, his short game was a little wobbly. "You think about it?" he said on the third hole. "Think about what?" "Our discussion. About me bagging your wife." "We were loud and brain-dead," I said. "Let's just forget it." "Coward." "Look, if you win, you get my wife into bed. But what if I win? What do I get?" "How about a new set of irons? And green fees for a year." "How about a whole set of clubs, woods too." His eyes narrowed. He grinned. "God, this is going to be fun. Okay, here are the rules. You do what I say when I say. Lauren can't know about the bet. And there is absolutely no backing out." "I...I don't know." "Chickenshit. Do you believe in your wife or not? Because if she'll fuck me in eight months, she's going to fuck someone else in a year. Women who cheat, cheat." "Lauren won't cheat." "Then you have nothing to worry about. A little dressing up, that's all." I exhaled. "Okay, let's do it," I said. "Louie, I have a question," Chad said. "What is it?" "When I fuck her, do you want to watch?" * * Chad's instructions began the next morning. I got up, and on my way to work, I took out a pair of her panties. Black ones. Lacy. I slid them up my legs. I looked at myself in the mirror and frowned. This was stupid. The plan was for Lauren to "catch' me in her underwear. I would try to explain it away, the way we imagined a trans would. That was going to be our first step toward this silly game. I had to convince Lauren I liked her clothes. Shit. Why was I the one who was wearing the fucking clothing? I was the guy with the wife, but I was taking all the risks, suffering all the humiliation. But damn, that Chad was so fucking smug. He was my friend, but he seemed to think any woman would do a double-somersault to get between the sheets with him. It was time someone taught him a lesson. I slid my slacks up, but I could still feel the coolness of the panties. It was going to be a distracting day at the office, wasn't it? And this was just step one. Oh, well. Lauren would "catch" me tonight. But she didn't. Lauren came home late, and she still had work to do from her attorney's office. I dropped my pants and walked across the apartment, but she kept her head down, distracted. I finally went in and turned on SportsCenter. I sat there in a men's shirt and the black panties until bedtime. She was still working when I went to bed. The next day, I wore a pink pair of panties. Why does it always come down to pink? These had fringes on them. They were the girliest thing I'd ever seen. Caitlyn Jenner would think they were too feminine. I felt embarrassed to put them on. What in hell had made me agree to it? I mean, physically they were soft. But mentally, they were driving me crazy. Lauren was going to be pissed, I imagined. And nothing. Again, Lauren was preoccupied. She barely noticed me, let alone my underwear. I struggled around the apartment, a one-man Gay Pride parade and she just worked. "You're not wearing them, are you?" Chad asked when I called him. "Of course I am. For two straight days! And she hasn't noticed." "Do you normally wear panties, Louie?" "No, dammit. She's busy, and she just hasn't noticed." "Wear the lacy purple ones. The ones that would give Barney a hard-on. If you have to, ask Lauren if they make your ass look fat. She'll look up then, I guarantee you." And so, that night, I dropped my trousers. I put on the purple panties and I walked into her office with a cup of tea for Lauren. "Hey, baby. I bought you this." Lauren looked up. She blinked. "Oh," she said. "Hi, I said. "You're wearing panties," she said. "Yes. I've been wearing some. For the comfort of them." "Well, that makes sense. I've never understood why men wear those scratchy boxers. These are much more comfortable. And they look nice. Why don't you keep wearing them?" And with that, she went back to work. No screaming. No yelling. No outrage. She just noticed the panties like she would notice a new shirt. Nothing more. I was stunned that she wasn't stunned. Hey, there should have been stuns all around. "See," Chad said. "She doesn't pay attention to your dick. Otherwise, she would have noticed. She'd be outraged that you were wearing panties like the fucking sissy you are. Tell you what, tomorrow, let's add a bra." "Chad, that's silly. I don't have anything to put in a bra." "Socks will do for now. We can get you some breast forms this weekend." "I don't want breast forms." "You know what they say. Tough titty. Now, make sure the bra matches the panties you're going to wear. And buy some lipstick. Just a dab. And blot it heavily so it looks like you had it on earlier that day." I sighed. "Are we really going to do this?" "Yes. Unless you want to explain to your wife why my dick is front of her face." "A red one. I'll buy a red one." "I'm sure you'll look cute." "I thought you were my friend. You've got me in women's clothing and you're planning to fuck my wife." "Yeah, but you get free nail polish," he laughed. I didn't. * * The next night, I brought tea to Lauren again. This time, I was wearing a red bra and red panties. I was wearing faded lipstick. She smiled at me. "Thank you for the tea." "You're welcome," I said, standing there, looking silly, feeling silly. She leaned back. She looked at me in her lingerie. "Do you we need to talk, Louie? I mean, about your bra? And those panties you've paraded around. In? I shrugged. "The bra matched the panties. I just thought I'd try it on." "Louie, a man might wear panties because they're comfortable. But a bra is an announcement that he's a cross-dresser. Is that what you're telling me? Am I married to a cross-dresser?" "Maybe," I said, as rehearsed. "I'm just trying them on." She got up and walked from around her desk. She walked into our bedroom. She opened our closet door, and shifted through her clothing. She pulled out a red dress. "Here," she said. "Put this on." "But I..." She smiled. "They're just clothes, Louie. Just fabric. It's not a big deal." I slid the dress over my head like it was a t-shirt. "No, baby," she said. "You step into it. Are you shaved?" I felt my chin. There wasn't much stubble there." "No, cutie. Are you shaved ... down there." "I...I never have." "Well, girls don't have hairy legs. So take care of that before I come home tomorrow." "You...you aren't upset." "Well, it's a surprise, I'll admit, to find out my mister is really my sister. But screaming and yelling won't make you a man. She smiled. "You've always been kind of girly, Louie. But I love you. All that will change will be clothes, and that's when I agree to it. Okay?" "Uh...okay." "Now, we need to go the mall and buy you some stuff. But I'm in the middle of work now. So maybe Saturday. If our life is going to change, you need to be dressed for it." I had expected tears. I had expected yelling. Maybe she would even bring up the subject of divorce, although I didn't think she'd go through with it. Instead, she was as calm as RuPaul's husband. It may have been the easiest coming out anyone ever had. And it wasn't real. * * By the day, I began to act more feminine. My walk got better. I would cock my head and smile. I learned to sit properly. It is a hard thing, living 30 years as a man and then waking up as a woman, having the neighbors see me in a dress and smile knowingly. Thanks to television, thanks to celebrity gossip, no one was stunned anymore when a man becomes a woman. They just smirk and make a joke, then go about tending to their rose bushes. I began to venture out of our apartment. Mr. Dillon, watering the lawn, always spoke to me. Mrs. Jernigan brought me cookies. Molly Bellows brought me over old women's clothing. It was official. I was the neighborhood transvestite. The guy who wore dresses. Ask her to dinner. Hell, she'll even serve if you ask her nicely. My mother and father were ridiculous. They joined a gay parents group that first day. They were so over-the-top with their support it was embarrassing. My. mom loved having a daughter. Work was good, too. Lauren came to the human resources department with me, and she explained that I was transitioning to become a woman. Lulu Withers, Lauren said. It was the first time I had heard the name. The women was very nice. Vera something-or-other was head of human resources. She said laws protected me, and she warned me about sexual harassment, and it was done. From then on, I wore a dress to work. The boss left flowers on my desk. Jim Schultz asked me to go to lunch, but hell, I was a married woman. Man, I mean. Right? It happens slow, but it happens fast. I know that sounds funny, but the steps of my transition were painfully slow. But I blinked, and three weeks had passed. I still talked to Chad every day. He was the manipulator here, but he was also the man who kept me sane. To the world, I was a failed man who had decided to try the other side. To Chad, at least, I was a weak man who'd made a bad bet. I was lost in my doubts. I felt so fucking girlie that I wondered if I could hang on to Lauren after all, or if she would fall into the arms of someone else. Hell, she wouldn't be the first good-hearted woman who strayed. Shit. I had forced her into the position where she had to think about it, didn't she? One day, a phone solicitor asked me for my name, and the first thought that was in my head was "Lulu." I was becoming her. More and more, I loved the clothing, the feel of it, the look of it. More and more, I was naked without makeup. More and more, I checked out men at the mall. I was sinking. Fast. * * * "Chad, this is awful. This is moving way too fast." "Hell, how was I supposed to know Lauren would turn you into her little sister. Shit. Did she not have Barbies to play with when she was a kid?" "Chad, she put me in a dress that first day. I've been wearing them ever since. She's convinced I'm a sissy." "Well, if the high heel fits, wear it." Chad laughed. "Besides, aren't the clothes comfortable?" "Yes and no. Yes, they feel soft. But I feel like a clown. You've turned me into a girl." "I didn't do shit but promise to take your wife off your hands. Sex with her must be awful for a sissy like you, pretending you like it and all." "I love sex with my wife." "Does she wear a strap on, Lulu? Does she call you her bitch?" "Very funny." "So what did you guys buy when you were out?" "Underwear," I admitted. "A couple of dresses, a couple of skirts. Some breast forms." "Well, aren't you the belle of the ball?" "Chad, you have to get me out of this. You have to tell her it's a bet. She'll be pissed, but it's better than her thinking I'm a sissy." "Shit, Lulu, even I think you're a sissy. And I'm your friend." "That's not funny." "It's not a joke." "Look, Chad. Only you know the truth. Look, I'll buy you the golf clubs just to call this bet off." "Fuck, I can hit with my old sticks just fine. I wouldn't trade seeing you as a girl for all the golf clubs in Ohio." "She...she took me to the beauty salon yesterday." "Ha. Did you get a waxing?" "Maybe." "You did! You were waxed. Did they do your hair?" "I'm not having this conversation." "You fucking fag. They gave you the works, didn't they. Did you blow your boyfriend afterward?" "Not funny." "Shit. This bet was a lark when we started. Now I think it's the best thing ever. Hey, are you a bigger pussy than the one you're going to have?" "Lauren thinks this is real, Chad. She's talking about taking me dancing... at a gay bar. She thinks I'm a trans woman." "Well, in a way...." Chad laughed loudly. "Be careful, buddy. She might break down and buy you a maid's uniform." I was quiet. "Shit. She did? I've got to see this. I'm coming over." "No. I can't ...." The phone hung up. And I went back to my chores. * * "Chad, she isn't really my maid," Lauren was saying. "But I read that a lot of these girls really like playing that role. So I bought her a gray uni and told her to wash the dishes. She's really very good." They were sitting at the table in kitchen. I was pouring coffee. I was wearing the maid's dress, naturally. But they were talking as if I wasn't there. "Lauren, aren't you treating this a little lightly?" "What do you mean? I'm just not making a big deal out of it. A lot of husbands are trans. Mine just happens to be one. She's pretty, don't you think?" "Lauren, mentally, he's a girl. Are you prepared for his life as a girl?" I shot him a glance. I didn't say anything, but he knew I was upset. "Well, nothing will change, right. Except that I'll have clean bathrooms." "See. You're being flip. But what will you feel when he brings home a man? When your favorite panties are missing, because he's wearing them What will you think when he wants breast enhancement?" "Chad. The sex between us...wasn't very good," she said as my jaw dropped. I thought it was great! "I'm prepared for her to female if that's what she wants. If she wants to sleep with a man, she should be allowed to. She needs to experience it all." "But don't you have needs, Lauren? Don't you miss sex?" "Of course I do. You are so sweet to notice it. But I have ... toys. I'll be okay. Besides, Lulu could have had an accident. I wouldn't divorce her just because of this." "Still, there is nothing like a man and a woman." Lauren sighted. "That's true. And if it gets bad, she and I will talk." "You're a very understanding wife. Lulu is lucky. I wish I could get lucky like that." "You'll find someone, Chad." "I hope so. Not many women out there for a sensitive guy like me." By now, I was shooting daggers with my eyes. But no one pays attention to the maid. I was fetching cheese and crackers and topping off their iced tea. "You know," Chad said. "I never noticed, but she's got great legs. Legs like that should be in hose forever." Lauren laughed. "Yeah. Then when she gets her boobs, she'll be Miss America." "Maid division," Chad said. They laughed. Chad put his hand on hers. She squeezed his hand in return. And me? I had no hand to hold. * * She took me to a breast surgeon, because she said all sissies needed boobs, the doctor, a woman, poked and prodded, then she smiled. You're going to love having breasts," she said. "We're going to start small, saline's in. B-cup. But your wife says that eventually, you'd like to be large." "Are they...removable?" I asked. "Oh, yeah. You can trade them in for bigger ones if you want. Some transvestites like double ads. Or bigger. I have an opening next week. You ready to bump into things?" Gulp. Was I? She bought me toys. I never knew Lauren had this level of kink. Hell, I didn't think she knew where the Adult Emporium was. But we were walking the aisles of the brightly lit shop. I was wearing a yellow dress with blue flowers. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She was leading me on a yellow leash, which seemed to amuse the other customers. "Look at this," Lauren said, holding up a small rocket-looking thing. "It goes in your butt. They call it a plug. It's supposed to feel nice." "My butt is just fine," I said. "Oh, pshaw. Live a little." She tossed it in her basket. Already there was another maid's outfit, this in pink, and a leather corset. She picked up a very large, black dildo. She held it up and admired it. "Think you could sit on this for an hour?" she said, giggling. "Maybe two hours?" "Put that back," I whispered. "Now, Lulu. Mind your place. I'm your Mistress, remember. Don't make Mama spank." "Spank?" "A maid has to learn her place," she said. "I'm your husband." "Yes. All husbands wear bras and yellow dresses. Those heels came from the men's department, I guess? Those panties? Sweetheart, you're a sissy. Revel in it. Be proud of it. Your wife knows, and it's okay. You think I didn't notice you dancing with that big black guy last night." "You made me!" "Who can make another person do anything? I thought you were going to have sex with him on the dance floor, all that grinding and rubbing." "Lauren...I'm not. I mean, I'm not a sissy. It's just a bet I made with Chad." "Right. Someone bet you wouldn't become a woman, and you said 'Yes, I will.' You expect me to believe that shit? I've seen you, Lulu. I know you. You're halfway to being a woman, and you're shifting into fifth gear." She paused. She picked up something pink. "I like this, Lulu. You?" I looked closer. It was some sort of penis apparatus. There was a pink tube, and there were rings and a lock. "It's your pecker prison!" she said. "A chastity cage. You won't be getting those nasty erections when you wear it." "Um, I don't need that, Lauren. " "Well, I know what you're saying. Your cock is very small, so it doesn't seem like it's worth it. But it's so damned cute. Look, it locks right on. This will be great. I'll be able to govern your erections, while you can still have them." "Lauren, I like sex." I said. "Well, I'm not getting you a dental lock, am I? You can still blow Chad if you want." "I don't blow Chad." "You think I don't know? You're gone five hours when you play golf. I bet you like his putter. I never knew before, but all the women want Chad. I'll bet you do, too." "It's not like that, Lauren. "It's okay, Lulu. Let her out, that sissy inside you. You only live once." Yes. But evidently, you can die a thousand times. * * On Saturday night, Chad finally got laid. But it wasn't by Lauren. It was by me. For a man who thinks of himself as straight, for a married man who had only been with women, it was a shock. Chad had come over, and he had brought wine, and I had served them. Chad and Lauren spend most of the night whispering and giggling. I was doing the dishes, trying not to watch the two of them as Chad made his moves. And then a hand was on my back. "Lauren wants me to be with you," Chad said. "It may pay off for me later, so we're going to fake having sex. Okay?" "Fake?" "Isn't that what you want? Would you prefer the real thing?" "Of course not," I said. A few minutes later, Lauren took Chad's hand. He took mine. And we trudged up the stairs. Lauren gave me a sweet smile. "It's okay, baby. Just let the girl take over." She handed me an ivory nightgown. I slipped it on. Chad dropped his trousers. He didn't have anything on. I slid into bed next to him. Lauren smiled again. Chad kissed me, thin, soft, then harder. I felt his erection against my leg and tried to scoot my body away. "You kids have fun," Lauren said. But she didn't move. Her breathing deepened. "You can watch if. you want," Chad said to her. She nodded and sat on the end of the bed. Chad grabbed my hand and put it on his penis. He rubbed it up and down for a moment. "Faster, Lulu. Faster." Wait. This was wrong. We were supposed to be faking it. But that snake in my hand wasn't fake. He twisted in the bed. He looked at Lauren and threw the covers back. His penis was large, maybe twice my size. She gasped. He rubbed it against my butt. He humped on me. He kissed me smack on the mouth. And then he put it in my mouth. So much for simulating sex. He was grinding, and his dick was going in and out of my mouth. I whimpered a cry of protest, but to the world, it sounded like a moan. It wasn't. I swear it. Chad established a rhythm as he face-fucked me, his cock sliding in and out. He had ahold of my head, and he was twisting and manipulating my skull. I was helpless. It was long and hard, and it was soft and sweet. I thought about biting him, but for some reason, I kept my teeth at a distance. "Yessss," I heard Lauren whisper. "Take it, you sissy. Think of all the dicks you'll suck. Isn't it great." I hate to admit this, but it wasn't bad. With Lauren watching intently, it felt like sort of an elaborate threesome. On my own, I began to lick and bob my head. His cock fit my mouth. It was great. When he came, I swallowed. Not only that, but I licked up the residue in his public hair. He looked at Lauren. "I'll be ready again in five minutes." he said to her. Clearly, he wanted her to be next. "Good," she whispered. "Lulu's ass needs some attention." It got it. * * The next morning, Lauren was beaming as if she had rescued a child from a burning building. She felt she had done a good thing, coupling Chad and I. It was a selfless move, a move of putting others before herself, and she was proud of herself. "My Lord, Chad was into you," she said to me. "How many times did he fuck you? Three? Four?" I blushed. "He really wants you." She shrugged. "He's made that plain tough. But he's your man." "He wants to be yours." She looked at me for a long moment "And how do you feel about that?" she said. "I don't like it," I said. "You're my wife." "We aren't talking about that. We're talking about sex. He's ... gifted." "Yeah, he has a big dick," I said. "So what?" "I miss dick," she said. "I know." "So what do you think, Lulu. Am I never going to have sex with a man again? Do you want me to be pure forever? Do I deserve happiness, too?" "But it's with Chad." "Hanging Chad, they call him," she giggled. "He's a legend in our neighborhood. Just seeing it last night was amazing. And I think he's sweet." "It wasn't in your ass. It's not so amazing there. It hurts." She giggled. "You seemed to like it. I wouldn't mind fucking you myself." "What?" ""With Thor. My strap-on, silly. I'd love to be you're man, Lulu. Make you beg for it. Let's get the lube, and we can fuck right here on the floor.you'll have to mop it again, but I want to be inside you." I looked at her. I realized that, for all intent, I had lost the bet. In concept, Lauren was faithful to her husband. But she didn't really have her husband anymore, did she? She was living the life of a nun, wasn't she? "Okay," I said. "Okay?" she said. "You can sleep with Chad. No repercussions. No guilt. You can fuck him today, tomorrow, the day after." "Maybe all three," she said. "Lauren, I should't tell you this. But it was all a wager. I didn't think you'd sleep with him. He said that if I was a sissy, you would." She smiled. "Did he tell you that you would love wearing dresses? And uniforms? Did he tell you that you'd stand in front of the mirror every morning to see if your boobs had grown? Did he tell you you'd enjoy the taste of his sperm?" "No. I found out all of that on my own." "That's what happens when the sissy runs," she said. "You fall into a well. You sink below the surface. And when you come up, you're a girlie." They had dinner Sunday night. He wore a blue blazer and a tie. She wore a black evening dress. I wore ...well, I wore my gray uniform and silently served. They held hands. He kissed her, and she kissed him back. It was like an out-of-body experience for me, watching my friend and my wife swap spit. "Let's go upstairs," Lauren said. "All of us." And so I followed them, and I watched as they undressed each other, touching and fondling as if they were the only two people in the room. "I could go..." I said. "Stay," she said. She led him to the bed, and she sat on the mattress. She reached out and kissed his cock, the way I had. She pulled him onto her. They were beautiful together. They were warm and loving , and he was masterful, and she was pliant, and I was transfixed. I was erect, too, watching this man give my wife, who I loved, something I couldn't give to her. Sitting there, as I watched him enter her, I felt lust and envy and most of the deadly sins. This was the beauty of cuckoldry, I understood. It was sex with someone I love... only I wasn't performing the sex. When they rolled over, spent, I did not wait for an invitation. My mouth closed on her vagina, my tongue doing its duty, lapping up every dollop of sperm inside of her. And then my mouth was on his dick again, licking and sucking, getting lost in the feeling. This was where I belonged. I was his. I was hers. I was a husband and a wife and a maid and a concubine and a whore. I was a sissy. I guess I always had been. The three of us lay there for a long time. Lauren's hand was in my hair. My hand played with his balls. Chad cupped Lauren's perfect breasts. "I have a confession," Chad said to the air around him. "This all started as a wager. I planned it so I would get to screw Lauren, and I would put Lulu in dresses. I only wanted one man in this household. But, you know, I like Lulu as a sex toy. I want to keep her in dresses. Forever. Lulu, will you...sign a contract?" "I have a confession, too," Lauren said, turning to speak to me, surprising me. "As long as were being honest, you should know that was in on it the entire time. Chad and I have been lovers for a year. When I said he was the talk of the neighborhood, well, remember, I live in this neighborhood too. When I heard I was the subject of a bet, it pissed me off. So Chad and I planned together to make a sissy out of Lulu. I'm sorry, baby." There in bed, they looked to see my reaction. I grinned. Then I started laughing. "I guess I have a confession myself," I said. "What kind of idiot would bet his wife? Hell, I knew about you two. I knew about your plans. And I want along with it because, well, that's who I am. That's what I am, you can't make someone else a sissy. Not unless she wants it. I'm a girlie boy who loves cock. I'm a sissy cuck who wanted to watch his wife get fucked. And it was wonderful." Everyone was quiet, absorbing each other's deceptions. Then Lauren started laughing. Then Chad. Then me. We lay there, sweaty and sticky The more we talked, the more we found out that we didn't quite know everything. But we knew enough to keep smiling for a very long time. Copyright (c) 2019 by Cassandra Morgan