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Intro Hi everyone, here's chapter 4... I'm so so sorry it took me so long to get this out! And thank you again for being so patient! With this chapter, I decided to get back to what I always felt was the core of the series - the inner dialogue, the feelings that our heroine goes through as she tries to make sense of everything that is happening. I hope I captured that well enough. So apologies in advance - it's a bit slow and there is not as much titillating stuff in here as there was in the last chapter... I am saving all that for the next chapter :) As always, please keep writing your thoughts on the story so far. I love reading them! Thank you so much!! Enjoy! Moonlily ------------------------------------------------------------------------ A Feminine Sense of Accomplishment Chapter 4 By Moonlily I couldn't wait to get home. But I knew that it could be awhile before I could get back to my sweetiepie. The flight was long, but I hardly noticed, as I buried myself into preparing for the meetings ahead. After we had landed, a car was waiting to take me straight to the client's office. I had a whole day's meetings scheduled till the evening and I knew it was going to be a long day. I was ready to face the day and I was looking forward to it...but my thoughts kept wondering back to Mike... Was he ok? I checked my phone quickly. No messages from him yet... I sent a quick text to Mike on the way to the office, telling him that I was on the ground and I waited anxiously for his reply. I was not sure what to expect from Mike. Would he have been embarrassed when he woke up and realised that I had gone, leaving him in bed, still dressed in his lingerie? Would that whole scene have reminded him of that incredible night when I wore that exact same lingerie? How I had worn that bra the whole night...but now, with the tables turned, he was the one who had worn lingerie in bed to seduce me this time. He had become the wife in so many ways last night... Not just with wearing my bra and panties, but literally taking my position in bed, taking the submissive, surrendering female position - a position where a woman is placed in the most sexually vulnerable way possible... He had placed himself in that position, on his back, his legs spread out and wrapped around my body while I had taken the masculine position, so that I, his husband now, could claim him and make him mine... That must have been such a shock to him, to his inner male psyche... the way that he and I had switched our roles last night. I wondered what he had done after he woke up, woud he have torn off that bra and panties, his male instincts taking over, feeling angry, disgust, and embarrassment? ....or would he have kept them on, as a confirmation of his new identity, and instead embraced the feminine, and felt gentleness, sensitivity and passivity, feeling secure and loved by his husband, knowing that she was away working for him and our home, taking on all the worries of life to give him a happy home, to let him enjoy the blissful life of a kept woman, a stay at home housewife? Maybe he might be feeling happy, so gloriously happy that he had taken such a large step forward to feel like me just for one night, in essence to BE me for one night... My thoughts wondered to what he may have done the rest of the morning... would he have kept the bra and panties on, oh wow...maybe he was still wearing it. How did he get dressed for the day, would he have had an internal struggle when he stood in our closet, looking at both sides of the closet, his and mine? Would he have stood there and debated the implications as he felt himself being pulled towards my side instead of his? My clothes would have attracted him so much more... I am sure he would have ignored my work wear section...not very interesting stuff there to make him feel special - mainly just dark colored suits, jackets and pants and light colored mainly white shirts ...clothes designed to project power and strength...No, those clothes would not have given him what he was looking for - those would have been too masculine looking and they would not have given him the feelings that he was craving. No, he would have gone to the other section of my closet, where I kept my pretty clothes, clothes that I would wear to feel beautiful and feminine.. Those clothes...the cute dresses, the lacey tops, the full skirts, all in feminine pastels, brights, prints... Women's clothes were costumes, meant to make their wearer stand out, designed to attract, to be noticed like bright flowers in a field. So different from what men wore.. Would he have lowly brushed his hand over those soft fabrics, with such pretty, feminine names; silk, tulle, satin, cashmere, chiffon, tafetta, lace...bringing forth so many wondrous, exciting and definitely unmanly feelings... I wondered how he would have controlled his still protesting but diminishing male ego, the few shreds of maleness as he intimately touched and studied those clothes, those costumes of feminine theatre? I wondered what he would have done, would he have selected one of my pretty dresses, one that he would have seen me wear before, slowly pulling it out, wondering of it was right to hold it, touch it? Perhaps even holding it against himself, looking in the mirror, his head tilted to one side, one hand holding the dress up to him, the other holding the skirt out, one leg held out slightly, so that the skirt was draped over his knee... Woud he have held that dress in front of him, just like I had countless times, perhaps smiling at the image, thinking of the right shoes to go with it, perhaps the right jewellery? That image, so familiar and common to any woman figuring out what to wear on any given day... would have been unlike anything that he had ever seen or felt before ...his body clad in a pretty bra and panties, holding a pretty dress up against that semi naked body, not just thinking of how pretty he might look wearing it, but perhaps thinking if his husband would like to see him in it, perhaps my reaction when I saw him it, wondering if this dress would have the desired effect on me, to attract me to him, to make me feel possessive, to make him feel desired.. I shook myself out of my daydream. Why did I keep having these daydreams anyway? Why did I always think ...no.. not the right word...fantasize... that's the right word, about Mike becoming more feminine? Some deeper meaning perhaps? I didn't know. But what I did know was the one thing that I could always fall back on - I loved him. I loved him with all my heart, all my soul, my entire being. I just wanted him to be happy, and I knew that over the last few days, ever since the Big Talk, he had beome so much happier...even before we had made love last night in that topsy turvy way, when we had switched sexual roles, and don't forget...underwear... he had blossomed... he was so happy. And what about me? I knew that I was becoming more masculine, more demanding, more aggressive. But was I happy being this new creature - was I just employing these characteristics just to do better at my job, to become more? Or was it because I felt I had to? No, I didn't have to. That was how it had started at first, when I had to work because Mike couldn't...so long ago now it seemed.... No, I had to at that time, but I realised as time went by, how much of a strength these new feelings were. How these feelings had transformed me, opened a new world for me. A new world where I made the decisions, where I set the direction, where I was strong and in control. What was that song... "I am woman..hear me roar?" It made me smile. I was still a woman, had all my bits and pieces still... but, I had more... I had all my femaleness still inside me... but I knew that I had the power to control them, to suppress them when I needed to, and at the same time, I had all these new manliness in me - abilities and capabilities that made me a strong business person, a leader, characteristics that I needed to be successful in this dog eat dog world... So different from the world I used to know...the world that Mike now knew... Did he still feel both sides in him like I do, able to switch seemingly at will from one to another, having that power to choose whichever I felt was neccessary at the time to achieve what I wanted? No, not as much as I did, I suspected. For Mike, it seemed he really consciously wanted to embrace feminity wholeheartedly, not just bring it forward when he chose, no, I suspected that he wanted to do more... he wanted to go deep into a feminine world, I felt, not just with the props of lingerie and clothes, no... he wanted to feel everything a woman would feel... deep within himself, to the point that female thought and instinct, and emotion would be second nature to him. How far I wondered? How far would he go to feel this? A discreet musical tone announced an incoming text from Mike... I held my breath as I quickly read it. "Hi Honey, have a wonderful day today! Luv you!" Followed by three red heart emojis. Oh thank God. He didn't seem angry or upset. I quickly texted back, "Love you sweetie! Let's do a video call tonight." A few seconds later, "Luv you more. cu2nite" Followed this time by four heart and 2 rose emojis. When did he start using all these abbreviations and emojis? After a long seemingly endless day of meetings, followed by the required dinner and drinks with the team, it was late when I finally got into my hotel room. I shut the door with relief, quickly stripped, showered, threw on a t-shirt and sweatpants and started up the video call. While I listened to the jingle of the call ring, I realised that I was feeling excited and apprehensive... what would Mike look like when he answered? Those earlier images of Mike goimg through my clothes kept coming up. Flashbacks of him in his lingerie, lying under me, looking so pretty, so cute, his legs wrapped around me, his hands holding on to my shoulders as I thrust into him over and over... The jingle changed, indicating the call had been answered.. Mike appeared on the screen...looking...well... like Mike. Why did I feel so disappointed? Why did I feel so let down that Mike still looked like a man? Just wearing a regular t-shirt? He looked cute of course, but I guess I was expecting something else..dare I say it..? "Hi honey!" He looked shy suddenly, I could see him searching for clues to how I was feeling just like I was doing... the distance between us, the cold computer image of our faces rendered through electronics and software, limiting our ability to touch and feel, to completely sense each other's feelings and desires. Of course...he was wondering how I was feeling just as much as I was. He was feeling as apprehensive as I was. Afterall, what a huge step it was.. what we did yesterday...how many couples would have done what we had done, to exchange underwear while making love in that way, to reverse and completely turn all our internal instincts upside down, to suppress behaviours that we had spent a lifetime learning and instead to do what the other would do, to do the opposite. For a man to be in a woman's role and for a woman to be in a man's role. Of course he would have also been wondering how I felt.. This was a critical momnet, one that would shape how our lives would move forward from here. He waited, eagerly but patiently for me to say something, to set the tone, waited for me to lead. I was glad that he did that - that gave me a clue that he still wanted to go down this path, that he was not changing his mind. He recognized me as his leader now, as his husband, the one to make decisions, to show him the way, to be strong for both of us... "My sweetiepie," I said. "My sugarpuff, my angel... I love you so much." He looked at me for several seconds, then I could see his eyes fill up, his face contorting, struggling not to cry but it did not work. He put his hands over his face and wept, sobbing uncontrollably. "Oh my baby..." I said. "It's ok. Don't cry..I love you so much." He kept sobbing, and I decided to just let him. He had to get it out. All these new emotions, all these changes must have been so hard to handle. I could feel myself getting teary eyed as well as I watched him, but I kept control. I had to for both our sakes. Finally, he stopped, his sobbing slowly subsiding to quiet sniffles. He wiped his eyes with tissue, then gently wiped his nose, then finally, looked up at me, eyes puffed and red. Oh God damn this. I wish I was there. I wish I could just hold him, hug him, comfort him. Such an important momentous time in our lives and we were separated by distance. I continued. "Baby, I love you - never forget that. I loved what we did yesterday. And I love you more than I have ever done." He gazed at me, sniffing, still unable to get any words out. Then slowly, a little smile. A soft almost girlish smile, but one that was filled with relief, gratitude and love. Then the words started pouring out... How confused he had felt when he woke up, the aching loneliness he felt that I was not there beside him, the sense of abandonment. At first he thought that I was so disgusted with him that I had left him... "Oh no darling, how could you ever think that..." I said comfortingly. But then he had found the note and understood what had happened...he knew why I was not there but he still did not know how I actually felt. The note had not said enough. "But I did tell you that I loved you in that note..sweetie.." I protested. "Yes, but I needed more..." he said softly. "Don't you understand?" Yes...of course.. yes, I did now. I should have understood that earlier. I should have thought about Mike's feelings - but I had been just focused on my own immediate issues that I did not care enough to think about what Mike would have felt. I knew this now...and at the same time I realized how different I would have to treat Mike from now on. He was getting so emotional, filled with his love for me, wanting to please me... after all, his whole life revolved around me now. Of course he needed to be told that I loved him, probably a thousand times a day, that I cared for him..he must be feeling all those typical insecure female feelings that any woman would go through at the start of this new relationship. Being in that role now, being the one left at home, being dependent on his husband for everything, not just for material tangible things, but being dependent on me for his emotional wellbeing... that must have made him feel so insecure. So insecure that he needed that constant reassurance from me that he was loved, that he was needed, that he was important to me. Of course he would expect me to understand... How could I have forgotten so quickly...How could I have so callously erased all those memories of waiting for Mike to call, to tell me how much he loved me, how every day, when I woke up alone, I would just hold my phone for hours, just waiting for a text from him, how dependent on him I was for my emotional fulfillment. How could I have forgotten... How could I have forgotten how a woman, a wife would have felt... I realised now that I had taken Mike for granted. I had somehow thought that he would suddenly know how to be a woman overnight... and how to deal with these new feminine emotions. But how could he? How could he really, really know how to deal with these emotions? There was no way that Mike would have known how to handle these feminine feelings. I mean, I still struggled everyday with my feelings... and I have had a lifetime to learn how to deal with them. And don't forget, I told myself, Mike was a man. Even though he has been taking on the feminine role at home and slowly becoming more gentle, warmer, more loving than he has ever been, Mike was still a man. He had not suddenly switched his brain with a woman or something. This was not some sci fi show. No, this was reality. True, he had done things and experienced things that only a woman would have, but that didn't in itself mean that he was suddenly a woman. It was becoming clearer to me now... what Mike was going through. The undeniable fact was that Mike never had the luxury of time nor did he ever have the transformative experiences that regular girls and women have had to help him handle his new sense of feminity... Afterall, a girl has a lifetime of feminine experiences to guide and help her through womanhood, with mothers, gandmothers and sisters, aunts and close girlfriends to help her navigate her feminine world. But poor Mike...While Mike grew up he never had the advantage of having a mom coach him on feminine beauty secrets so that he knew how to be attractive. His grandmother would never have showed him how to cook a meal or clean a home to prepare him to be a wife. His aunts never gave him the opportunity to babysit to foster his maternal instincts and prepare him for motherhood... No, his early life would just have had male influences only teaching him typical male things which would be so impractical and not have any relevance to his life now... If only Mike had that female mentorship when he grew up, he would be better equipped to handle his role now. Those women would have prepared him and supported him as he went through the many stages of being female; first going through the innocence of girlhood, then blossoming into a lovely woman, then shedding girlishness for womanly grace and elegance, followed by marriage, experiencing all the love and joy of being a wife and finally, to be a mother, the embodiment of being a woman, to have and care for children, to raise a family of his own, to experience that most feminine essence of all... Mike, poor thing, had none of those so important early affirmations of feminity. And more importantly, he never went through those initial stages step by step... He did not ever get to experience the life of a girl growing up, he never did learn to be graceful in ballett classes when he was little, never pretended to be a princess while twirling around in a long dress, or felt all grown up when his mother let him wear lipstick for the first time... He had never had the experience of feeling so self concisousness when he saw his body changing, becoming more shapely, he had never proudly gone shopping for his first bra with his mother. He had never dreamt about a handsome Prince Charming who would protect him and take care of him just like those princessess in those movies...He had never giggled with his friends about his first date with that cute boy and he had never felt that first thrill when that boy had kissed him for the first time... He had never experienced the ups and downs of being a girl in love... He had never felt the girlish excitement and anticipation when he got dressed up for his first date, or gazed at himself in a mirror while wearing his pretty new prom dress, feeling all grown up, seeing himself as a woman now not just a girl... He had never had the experience of a being a woman on a date, of constantly worring about his imagined flaws, of endlessly searching for the right dress, or the right heels. Or the right hairstyle or that perfect shade of lipstick, just so that he could one day attract his very own Prince Charming... He would never have know the elation of finally finding the right husband and of finally getting that ring...of being a bride...walking slowly down the aisle to his waiting husband, to be given away in marriage, to start a new life, while wearing a beautiful white wedding gown, feeling the sway of his long tulle skirts, the pull of his veil on his hair, smelling the faint scent of his bridal bouquet cradled in his arms, feeling all those eyes on him, the immense pleasure when his groom kissed him, signifying to the whole world the love between them... No he had never had those formative feminine experiences, that's why the limited experiences that he had so far would be so powerful for him, they would hold so much more meaning for him. Every female experience would have been a thousand times more powerful and precious to him, since he never had any other feminine experiences before. He must have felt like he was going through all the years of missed experiences of girlhood and womanhood compressed into just a few months - not just compressed but disordered, the stages mixed up and not in their right order - instead of experiencing girlhood first, he became a woman overnight, instead of being a bride first, he became a housewife and started taking care of a home immedately, taking care of a husband as a woman would, then after all that, he only got to wear a bra for the first time (as much as I knew) only after taking on the role of a wife. How very sad...that he had to wait so long to even do such a simple thing, but still such an important significant step for any girl...to wear a bra.. I was so glad that I had at least helped him to achieve that... How I wish I could help him achieve more... And just last night he had experienced being seductive and giving himself to me, and eventually being made love to as a woman would for the first time... These first time experiences must have been so overwhelming for him.. so many new experiences so opposite to what he knew...just a bewildering array of sights and feelings, emotions and experiences all jumbled together and tumbling over each other, every single one attached with such intense female feelings...and each experience coming with a cost ...demanding the high toll of reduced and suppressed maleness...oh God, it must have been so hard to handle...my poor baby.. "Oh my baby, I'm so sorry..." I said. "I understand now. What you must have been going through..." I continued, "And angel, I have a confession - I just got carried away a little that day when you were serving me breakfast. I mean it was amazing and so different...You were being me and I was you... It's hard to explain...but you were doing everything that I used to do when you had a bad night." I saw him nod, agreeing. "Yes..." he said, "I remembered how you would treat me when I was hungover. You took care of me, didn't nag me, just cheered me up. I just wanted to treat you that way too..." I looked deep into his eyes wishing so much that we were doing this in person. "Oh Mike, I know.. I love you so much for understanding that. You were so amazing that morning...those eggs were incredible..and you were just moving around the kitchen, so domesticated, so happy, serving me breakfast..." I said. I realised that I was starting to babble again but I couldn't stop now. "Seeing you being the dutiful housewife that I used to be ... it awakened something inside me - that whole scene just brought all these feelings up and I just wanted to suddenly jump you - I was so attracted to you and at the same time I had this very naughty idea to have you wear my underwear while we made love - I guess it was because I had these dreams earlier...I kind of imagined you in a bra...." His eyes widened... "Wait, you had a dream about me in a bra...? Is that why you.. " he asked. I paused, trying to gauge his reaction... then I plunged ahead. "Yes, I did... when I went to bed that night...at first I was angry and confused - I had all these thoughts in my head. At first I could not believe that you wanted to be my wife instead of my husband - it was so topsy turvy and I was not sure how I could handle it..." "But then I spent most of that night just thinking - about what you have done, what I have done..the lives we have now...how much I have achieved and how happy you were to take my role....and I realised...you know...despite everything...I love you so much..." "Anyway, I don't remember much when I drifted of to sleep but I do remember that I had this vision of you wearing a bra..." I continued babbling away...my words tumbling over themselves in my haste to get them out: "Then in the morning, sitting there watching you be a wife... that vision popped into my head and I thought - wow, wouldn't it be awesome if he actually did wear one of my bras? And so I kind of led you into it and I'm sorry - I didn't mean to manipulate you like that ... and now I can't believe that I did that and I can't believe that you let me do that...and I am kind of sorry that I scammed you into it...I never thought about what would happen after..." I just blurted out everything all in a rush. "No, honey, please don't be sorry..." he interrupted. "I loved what we did yesterday as well....it was amazing. I wanted that to happen as much as you did..." I sighed in relief as he continued, "But I think the real reason I am feeling like this is..." He took deep breath and said, "I just felt so silly, so embarrassed, and more importantly....I was not sure how you felt... when I woke up...I was feeling so emotional, so insecure... and I just kept asking myself - is she really ok with this, her husband being her wife...?" So that's it..I thought. It's not only the lack of experience to deal with these new emotions but underneath everything there was a deep hidden embarrassment. Afterall, I had always built Mike up as my strong husband, the one who would have an incredible career and would take care of me, the little wife..that was the way I had imagined our life...and he must be wondering how I saw him now... Now, after seeing him in a housewife's role everyday, seeing him behave as a woman, then wearing my lingerie...knowing that I had seen him in my bra and panties and behaving like a woman in bed...of course his male instincts would make him feel so embarrassed... I felt my new found instincts creeping up. I knew that I needed to take control now. To make him feel secure and loved. To let him know that it was really ok with me. He needed that comfort and reassurance from me. "My sweetie pie, how could you not know that I was ok with everything?" I scolded him gently. "Did you just forget everything that happened yesterday? After all, I had given you my bra... no, I did not just present it to you, but I had taken it off my own body while we made love and then dressed you in it, slid those straps up your hands, hooked you into it. That bra was your gift to me once, and now, you wore that bra for me.. and then don't forget, I actually had you wear my panties as well!" "Then I made love to you as a husband would make love to a wife... while you wore the lingerie that I had just been wearing. You know I would never have done that if I didn't want to...believe me, I had as much fun with swapping our roles last night as you did....I mean come on baby...How much clearer a signal do you need from me? Couldn't you tell how much I loved being the husband last night? I admonished him, staring into his eyes. He stared at me as well then we both started laughing. The tension easing... "Oh honey I'm sorry. I'm just feeling so weird," he said. "Yes, you did do that and oh honey, that felt so amazing... I can't describe it and I'm sorry, its kind of hard to talk about it. On one hand, it was the most amazing thing I have ever felt, the most sexual pleasure I have ever felt, you had brought me to a level that I never even knew existed. It was almost spiritual....but on the other hand, I just feel so shy discussing it with you. I don't know if that makes sense..." I smiled and said, "You are being more female than you care to admit my darling angel, but that's ok...women need to keep their feminine secrets to themselves..." "A woman's heart is full of secrets..." I quipped, laughing. "Stop it!" he squealed girlishly. "Stop!" He was giggling now as well.. "Anyway, I want you to know that I gave you permission ok - you said that you wanted my permission to be my housewife. Well you have it. I can't be clearer than that - So please go ahead - do everything that you need to do to be my housewife..." I told him clearly. He fidgeted with his hands, then softly said, "Seriously hubby, are you sure...I can go ahead? Remember I want to do everything that you did. I want to feel everything that you did. I want your life. I want to be you." "Are you sure you won't be disgusted?" he asked pleadingly. "Disgusted?" I asked. "Why would I be disgusted that the man I love loves me so much that he wants to be me? To experience everything that I have experienced, to feel eveything that I have felt? What greater validation of your love for me is there than that? "Don't forget sweetness.... you will always be Mike to me. Of course you are now not the man I married, but your kindness, your compassion, your love for me, your very essence that I love so much is there and will never be diminished regardless of what you wear, or how you behave or what you look like. You will always be Mike, the one I adore more than anything in this world..." I said, looking deep into his eyes. "Oh honey, stop...now look you are making me cry again..." he whispered, while wiping a tear away with his finger.. "I love you so much," I said. "I love you more," he replied. We both took a deep breath and looked at each other for a long time, our love for each other so apparent to us... we both knew that whatever happened from now, that would never change... We talked late into the night, remembering old times, laughing at old jokes. He told me about a new recipe that he was trying, I gossiped about office politics... It was a wonderful night. The next day work consumed me - the issues would take longer this time to fix, which meant that I would have to extend my stay for at least 2 weeks, maybe longer. I told Mike later that night. I could see that he was terribly disappointed that I would be away from him for so long, but like the good wife that he was quickly becoming, he didn't complain. Instead he told me how great I was, and that he loved me and supported me and that he would be waiting for me when it was all done. It was hard to be away from my new wifey for so long and I looked forward to our video calls every night. It was such a joy to see him every night. And maybe it was because I was looking at him on a computer screen, sometimes you miss seeing what is in front of you...but it was after a few nights, when I realised that slowly the way he looked was changing... It was hard to put my finger on what it was at first ...it was subtle... but I started noticing a few things. Small things but it gave me a clue to what he was doing at home by himself. One night, he was late to connect to our call. When he finally did, he seemed a bit out of breath and he was flushed. But I noticed immediately that his lips looked redder than usual - they seemed to have been rubbed and scrubbed hard. There was also a slight tinge to them... a reddish tinge, which could only have come from one source. He had been wearing lipstick! And probably tried to rub it off before he got on the call. There was no other explanation for it. I didn't bring it up, but it made me wonder what else he was trying out. Now that I knew what to look for, every night I studied his face carefully, looking for the tell tale signs. And there were plenty - one night his lashes, seemed more curvy and upturned than usual.. only mascara and an eyelash curler would do that.. I also noticed that he had been plucking his eyebrows - not a lot - probably experimenting with shaping them. There were other clues apart from just appearance...his mannerisms; he tried to hide it, but I saw more than once how he was just getting more expressive with his hands, waving them around animatedly when he would tell me about how the chipmunks were multiplying or about some new plot twist that was on one of the soaps that day. And how he would use his eyes so much more expressively, punctuating sentences with a dramatic look, an eye roll or a side glance. I could also hear how his voice was changing, becoming softer, more melodic, his phrasing, even his vocabularly leaning towards more about how he felt rather than what he did... I could see how he was becoming more and more feminine as each day passed... One night, it was late and we were both feeling really tired and we decided to end the call... That was when Mike stood up on the screen and stretched his arms up sleepily. And that was when I saw suddenly...on his chest - two unmistakable shapely bumps... I stared for a second. "Mike..oh my god..are you wearing a bra right now?" I asked He gasped, then immediately sat down, a deep blush crossing over his face while his hands instinctively covered his chest...like a woman would, to try and cover her breasts. If he had not stood up, I would never have known, the camera was always just pointed at his face. Seeing his shock at being discovered, I immediately tried to calm him down "Really Mike its ok - I'm just surprised...we have been just talking for over an hour and I didn't know you were wearing a bra...oh my god...I mean...I'm not wearing one right now... but you are.." "You have to let me see...Mike please..." I begged him. I was feeling flushed myself and very excited suddenly. I couldn't help it, but knowing that Mike was actually wearing a bra all this time was getting me so turned on. I just could not understand it...but I had to see... "No way!" he cried, his arms crossed over his chest, his hands hugging his shoulders. "You have to stand up again! Please...Mike..." I pleaded. I really wanted to see that womanly shape underneath his t-shirt again. I then saw a look in his eyes that I had never seen before. I saw a naughty sexy look in his eyes. He giggled, stood up and then slowly reached down, grabbed the ends of his t-shirt and flashed me! I was so taken aback and surprised, then I screamed, "Oh my god - you just flashed me!" I saw just a quick glimpse of a pale blue bra - just a simple molded t- shirt bra with lace trim on the edges, a little satin bow in the center. He kept giggling as I kept staring open mouthed at what had just happened. "I can't believe it. Mike - YOU just flashed ME!" I said, laughing with tears in my eyes. We both dissolved into laughter. "Oh my God! I want to see it again!" I cried... "It's nothing special - just a t-shirt bra", he laughed teasingly. "And no, I'm not going to show you my bra again...that would not be proper" he said teasingly with a coquettish smile. "I bought a few regular bras and panties to wear everyday," he explained. "They don't look all that special but I think they are pretty. I am so used to wearing a bra everyday now that I just forgot that I was wearing one when I stood up." "Are they comfortable?" I asked. "Well it took me a while to get my sizes right, but once I figured it out, I found these bras are so comfortable. And they have the molding and pads to help give me some shape," he giggled and turned to the side so that I could see his womanly shape in profile. "You really don't mind do you honey?" he asked, suddenly insecure again. "I mean after what we talked about...and what we did, it just seemed like the natural next step to wear lingerie everyday. It just relaxes me so much...the feel of the bra around my chest, the smoothness of the panties...it just makes me feel complete and I feel so calm and put together... It feels right to wear them everyday...I actually feel undressed if I don't have a bra on now" he said, while he unconsciously pulled at one of his bra straps, adjusting it on his shoulder. "Oh baby...of course its ok," I said. "It was just so surprising that's all. I definitely have no problem with you wearing bras and panties every day. You are my wife now, of course you should..." I said, encouraging him. "Oh honey..I'm so glad you are not weird about this, he said. Emboldened now, he continued, "Oh... I have to show you...I also got these cute sports bras to wear when I work out ...and you have to check out the matching shorts! He went off screen then came back and excitedly held up two spaghetti strap sports bras, one in neon pink and the other in a solid red, with matching boy shorts. "Oooh. nice! That hot pink color would be so cute on you..." I said. "I know and these spaghetti straps are not that practical but I love them - they look so cute!" he replied.. We laughed together. "It's so amazing!" I said. "Here we are discussing bras like two women...oh I love this..talking like this with you, Mike! Can you imagine ever having this sort of conversation with me? Where you, Mike, a man, proudly showed me your new sports bras?" "Never..not in a million years...but it feels so great!" he said with another giggle. "But how are you doing this - I mean how do you know what to do? How to get the right bra?" I asked. "Really?" he said with an exaggerated eye roll. "Ever heard of something called the internet hubby?" he said with a coy smile. "It's a magical thing where you can learn anything you want you know..." "Ha Ha. So you are learning stuff? What else have you learned?" I asked. "Did you try anything else...maybe try on something else...? I mean come on...you are wearing bras and panties every day now - you must have tried more things..." I proded. "I know you are trying on makeup..." I said. He gazed through the screen at me then gave me that shy smile again. "You know about the makeup?...I just want to look more attractive... and I've been taking lessons online..." he admitted. "It's really ok sweetie don't be ashamed... but what else? I'm dying to know...please tell me..." I pleaded. I looked straight into the screen, into his eyes, hoping that he would read my mind. I wanted to know. I wanted him to tell me all the other things he was doing to be more feminine. "Nooo...I can't tell you. Oh I can't!" he squealed, blushing deep red. Oh God. Yes, he did do something - but what? Did he finally try on a dress for real? Maybe dressed up head to toe? Oh I was dying to find out. This was getting me more excited than I cared to admit. He must have looked so cute...I wish I could have seen what he loooked like in a dress.. I was not sure but I guess I always suspected that perhaps he wore a dress just recently. I mean, I couldn't deny that fact right - it was a logical step. After all he had been home by himself all day for so long, with full access to all my old pretty dresses... I am sure the temptation would have been so hard to resist... he must have tried on a dress just to see how it felt... I figured he probably did, but at the same time I was hoping he hadn't just so that I could be there to zip him into his first dress....Oh wow.. that would be so thrilling ...to be there when he takes another big step to womanhood, to help him achive yet another level of feminine accomplishment... "Oh baby, I can't wait to see you when I get home," I said. "I'm actually fantasizing what you would look like... Come on give me a hint... did you wear a dress.. something sexy? or something classy and elegant? what sort of bra did you wear underneath. Something lacey maybe... oh wow... have you tried on any of my negligees or silk chemises or my heels? I asked excitedly. I have never seen him blush so much. "No!" he protested. "I can't discuss this with you ... I suddenly feel really embarrassed talking about my lingerie and my clothes with you.. It's strange. I now know why you got flustered that time when we talked about your bras. I understand now. I am feeling the same way..." "It's nice to talk about it but at the same time, I feel weird discussing my lingerie and my clothes with you...after all you are my husband now. You should not be worried about my intimates or my clothes... it's just not something that wives discuss with their husbands..." he said pensively. He continued, "All I want to do is present myself as a wife to you when you come home and make sure that I am attractive enough for you. I want to feel like the most beautiful, sexiest wife to you when you come back. That is what I want to do honey. I want to have that feeling and that experience and I can't wait to show you everything I have learned...and I am hoping that you won't be disappointed..." he said shyly. "My sweet sweet angel..." I said. "You will never disappoint me...Just a few more days. Then I will be back home. And I can't wait to be with you again" I said. We smiled at each other, sensuous romantic thoughts flying between our eyes... Should I tell him now? I thought...or should I wait till I get back? I will wait I decided but I couldn't resist saying one more thing: "You know what honey? I have been thinking a lot about what's next for us. What the next step should be...Well, guess what... I have a surprise for you when I get back..." I said and mischievously, before he could ask, I ended the call. To be continued...