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"You didn't do the dishes correctly, Toby," said an irritated Kelly.
The dishwasher was brand new. Ten years old and has only been used once
or twice. The couple in this story liked their wares cleaned, not only
sanitized.
Toby rolled his eyes at the ingratitude of his wife of five years. He
counted off the several items that pissed him off with Kelly's statement.
How about some appreciation that Toby had cleaned the dishes unprompted?
The fact that he wiped the woodwork down so that the finish would not get
messed up? The travertine floor was not even moist; he had seen to it.
The stainless steel sink had been wiped and dried so as not to leave
water spots.
Toby did not ask what was wrong with the complicated task of washing
dinner dishes. He was being sarcastic. He waited to...
"You left some pieces in the strainers. You know that drives me insane,"
Kelly lamented.
She went on to make a show of emptying the two sink's stainless steel
traps into the primarily empty garbage. Seeing the content, she had
another revelation to announce.
"Oh, come on. You know the shrimp shells will stink up the whole kitchen
by morning. What's wrong with you? Kelly sang out like the fat lady
singing. Toby's imagination was in high gear. He pictured the whole
orchestra in the pit and his wife on the stage five times her normal
size, singing in an operatic voice that should bring down the gaudy
rafters of the music hall.
"Our marriage is over, thunderbolts and lightning, Noris Gods be
foretold. Toby is not good enough for me. I'm an ungrateful bitch, and
never, no, never can I be appeased." It was the same old song: different
lyrics but the same message.
Toby had had it with his mistake of wedding a beautiful modelesque woman
with a rotten attitude. Sure, his friends were jealous at first. But with
time, they wouldn't even come around any longer. Kelly was the beast.
"Partypooper" did not do her justice. Everything was black and white. She
was a miserable bitch.
The problem was she did not believe in divorce. Toby tried everything. He
hoped it was a hormone imbalance or her thyroid was off. Maybe, he
thought she was prediabetic. He heard that untreated disease could cause
someone to be mean. He had heard that consuming copious amounts of scotch
could cause someone to be mean over time.
Toby hated that as she rounded out from behind the island that he became
randy at the site of his mean wife. How on Earth could someone so
repulsive turn him on? The three percent fat trim body in her "office
attire" did something to him. Makeup so perfect and fresh-looking after
eight to nine hours at the office was at odds with reality. The fucking
bitch was hot. How the hell did she look like she had just showered after
a full day? Her negative comment went over like a dead fish. No, strike
that. Her negative comments went over like a dead fish.
Sporting a chub and wanting nothing less than to escape the company of an
ugly person, Toby was lambasting himself for being turned on by someone
he had started to hate. The enigma that was their relationship no longer
made sense. How on Earth could he extract himself from such a situation?
Three days later, Toby decided to have a go at reinvigorating his
relationship with Kelly. First-class accommodations, a three-star
Michelin restaurant, and theater tickets following a romantic dinner.
Checking into the downtown hotel was fine, but Toby did not tip
appropriately as Kelly would have expected.
He let her attitude and condensation slide. A lot was at stake this
evening, and Toby wanted to have his wife of old back. Kelly was once a
dear and personable individual that he was proud to be acquainted. He was
proud to be married to Kelly at one time. Once friends stop inviting you
to their festivities, you must assess why. Sly comments before the
ghosting were the catalyst to start searching for what he already
understood.
He shook his head. He would make a go of it. The wanton glances at his
sexy wife no longer affect him. If one of these nasty studs could lure
her away, he could move on a happy man. But that was part of the torture.
She seemed to disdain him but would not let him go. On to dinner; this
evening was already set in motion. He owed it to himself to try and
salvage what his life had become.
The classical motions of man and wife played out as if all was right with
the World. Toby and Kelly moved forward into the night. The hired car was
a hit, Kelly enjoyed it, and the champagne chilled especially for her.
At dinner, everything was perfect. The wait staff had no gaffs in their
performance. The chefs performed to acceptable standards for the price
and rating. Toby started to relax as Kelly seemed nullified to the
satisfactory performance of everyone as she would expect. Even Toby did
all the right things as she would expect. And then the floodgates opened.
"Look at them." Kelly was disgusted.
Toby did not understand. Looking in the direction Kelly was staring, he
saw two attractive women seated. He shrugged his shoulders while enjoying
the tasty morsel at the end of his fork. If the evening were going to be
shot, he would at least enjoy his last meal, as it were.
Kelly was not impressed that Toby did not recognize what he was
witnessing.
"It's a mistress and her sissy or whatever arrangement they have," Kelly
said with venom.
Toby was at a loss. He had no clue that the attractive women were one
woman and one feminized man. He did not see how any of this affected
them.
"They are at their table, and we are at ours." Toby honestly did not see
why their attendance made a difference.
"Oh, she thinks she is so powerful and in control, that fucking bitch,"
Kelly said way too loudly. This was an upscale restaurant, after all.
"Yes, the food is wonderful. Are you going to eat your twice-baked
potato?" Toby asked his flummoxed wife.
"She has taken a grown man and manipulated him. Turned him into a sexual
plaything and more," Kelly imparted to her thick husband.
Toby noticed how bothered by the couple at table number whatever Kelly
was. She sure did not like that woman with her "man" presenting as a
woman. Kelly must hate feminine men. The no grayscale effect was evident.
The evening was a bust. Kelly never did lighten up. The fat lady was
singing. Thirteen hundred dollars in trying to retrieve old love went up
in smoke. Never had Toby felt so far away from Kelly than at this moment.
She was not even trying to rekindle their passion.
When a tear formed in Toby's left eye, Kelly jumped on him.
"What are you, a bleeding faggot also, Toby?" Kelly angrily accused.
Toby threw his napkin on the remainder of his dinner. Symbolically
throwing in the towel, Toby recognized their relationship was over. Dead
on arrival, as it were. He no longer cared. They went to the theater.
They watched in silence, but neither wanted to be with the other.
When the usher looked at his wife with wanton lust, Toby told himself,
"If he only knew." The remainder of the evening was frosty. It is a
calculated task once you decide this relationship is dead. The problem
persisted; Kelly did not believe in divorce.
Kelly looked on in disdain as Toby fixed himself a neat scotch. He
already had the allotment of alcohol she felt was appropriate. He looked
her dead in the eye and swallowed in one go. All of her lording over him
was dissipated in this culminating instant. Toby was done trying to
please the unpleasable.
Now, he thought, "how do I extract myself from this living hell?" It was
as if Kelly was not even there anymore. The scotches flowed freely. Kelly
was jabbering on in an incessant barrage of complaints and judgments,
none of which was heeded by Toby. A divorce would need to be amicable and
wanted by both sides, or he would be severely adverse in his financial
situation.
"Maybe tomorrow will be a new light," said Toby to his inebriated self.
"Why the fuck did you bring me here?" an angry Kelly broke through the
haze of the preoccupied drunk that was legally her husband. "How much
money did you waste on this charade?"
"Hundreds of thousands of dollars," Toby claimed as he rolled over and
fell fast asleep.
Kelly did not understand Toby's claim of the magnitude he put forth.
Asking him was no longer possible. While Toby snored his way back to
sobriety, Kelly reasoned to herself that no one could resist her beauty.
Looking in the cheap mirror, she reaffirmed that she was gifted in the
genetics department. No man would want to leave all this; she
rationalized to herself.
The morning brought on a silent fight. Kelly and Toby were cordial, but
not a word was spoken between them. Toby's hangover may have had
something to do with it, but Kelly was taken aback. She knew something
had changed. She felt her sway over Toby dwindling.
A first for Kelly; she was at a loss for words.
"Thank you for trying to make a nice weekend for us." Kelly tried a brand
new strategy.
"That's a first," Toby said, surprised.
"What?" Kelly wanted to know.
"A, thank you. What a milestone in our relationship," Toby said loudly
with disdain in his quavering voice.
Kelly seemed hurt by Toby's attitude and detachment. She seemed to
understand that he was not happy with her. Their relationship was as she
wanted it, and she did not like that Toby was talking with sarcasm in
buckets. She was a goddess, after all. No one ever looked down on her.
Everyone wanted to be close to beautiful people. What was Toby's problem,
she wondered.
CHAPTER TWO
"Dude, have you figured out anything?" Chuck wanted to know.
"No," Toby answered in defeat.
Chuck is one of Toby's friends that has not met Kelly. He had listened to
Toby's other friends being green, envying what they would love to do to
Kelly. Ed even admitted that he imagined screwing Kelly while having sex
with other women. But he understood the constant barrage of unhappiness
that Toby lived through due to Kelly's rotten attitude.
"Beauty is not everything," Chuck tried to encourage.
"You don't have to tell me," Toby answered under his breath as he grabbed
his gym bag from the locker. A hot shower would feel good right about
now. The strange smell that permeates such establishments was
omnipresent. It did not matter the strong spray of the commercial shower
room, coupled with abnormally hot temperatures, would feel almost life-
giving with how Toby felt.
Walking naked toward the promise of hot water-powered therapy, Toby was
unaware of Chuck's stare at the two spheres that made up his backside.
The lust that flowed through his good friend would have been evident if
Toby had seen his friend ogling him.
In the shower, Chuck started a conversation. Toby was lost in deep
thought about extracting himself from his misguided marriage.
"Yes, I know you are gay, Chuck," Toby answered in the affirmative.
Chuck did not act gay. They had this conversation years ago. Toby had
asked Chuck why he never saw a girlfriend around.
If Chuck was gay, the girlfriend thing did make sense. But why did he not
see an occasional boyfriend?
"Optics." Chuck did not like the optics.
He knew it was strange, but being gay was something he did not want to
admit. How could Chuck be seen around town on the arm of some dude?
"Look, you have told me everything. Why not become what Kelly despises?"
Chuck said so simply.
It was genius. How was it that Toby had not seen the light? Kelly
despised sissies. If Toby were to become a sissy, Kelly would change her
mind about marriage. The black-and-white attitude would have no choice
but to concede that divorce is her only option.
"You know, for a fucking homo, you are brilliant," Toby said as he shut
down the therapeutic water.
"I'll take no insult to your very insulting comment," Chuck allowed.
A huge smile enveloped Toby's face. Relief was something long forgotten.
"What did you have in mind?" Toby asked his coconspirator.
"Let's just shave that lithe body of yours and see if that will not do
the trick, Chuck answered. He was excited in a different way than Toby
interpreted, but it seemed a perfect rationale.
Chuck was all over that. Toby was at his mercy, having agreed to be free
of body hair. The being soaped up by the loser of the racquetball games
just played, Toby took it as a forfeit that Chuck would be performing
mundane grooming on him.
The soapy skin attacked by Chuck's razor became something so much more.
Toby was feeling vulnerable as his slim body became less masculine. Toby
did not know what to think as his expansive body became silky smooth.
Chuck was paying great attention to the new, foreign feelings Toby was
receiving.
"I have lavender body lotion I could rub all over your fit body," Chuck
let Toby understand.
"Do you think that will be enough?" Toby wanted to know.
"Actually, no, I don't think so, but as time goes on and you up the ante,
I think it will work," Chuck said studiedly.
Toby liked the new silk feeling that Chuck had caused. Even wearing his
pants felt different. Toby needed to gather his thoughts if he wanted
Kelly to seek divorce. It was nothing grand or over the top, but complete
body hair removal should cause a reaction. Kelly had no idea what she was
up against.
"What the Fuck is this?" Kelly demanded.
"I thought I would start swimming laps. It is a swimmer's prerogative,"
Toby said proudly.
"OK, that makes sense," Kelly responded favorably.
Toby would have to up the ante. Sex was glorious that night. Kelly had
been the aggressor. Toby's cleansed skin was an aphrodisiac for Kelly.
The smooth skin seemed so clean and welcoming. Toby was an elevated
lover.
"What should I do, Chuck?" Toby wanted to know.
"Toenail polish and stockings," was Chuck's response.
"You don't think that to be a little obvious?" Toby asked.
"I think you need to be obvious," Chuck responded.
His toenails were making him hot as Chuck gently stroked a mauve color
across his manicured toenails. Blowing on Toby''s nails was almost
obscene in Toby's recollection. As he held his denuded feet accompanied
by Toby's luscious legs that were razor smooth, he watched as he crossed
the feminine divide. Toby was sporting only something a sexy woman would
wear. Chuck had caused intrepid feelings to emerge.
"I hope this does the trick," Toby announced.
When Chuck rolled silk stockings up Toby's legs, He did not know what to
think. His trapped penis was fighting for all it was worth.
"I'm not sure about this," Toby admitted.
"If you want out of your failed marriage, you fine ass legs should do
it," Chuck said, not hiding his attraction.
"That is the problem; they look too good," Toby said. He was
flabbergasted that his denuded legs looked so feminine.
A nervous Toby entered the inner sanctum that was his existence. His male
clothes negated a sudden realization, but Kelly was made aware of strange
events as the night progressed.
"What the fuck are you wearing, Toby?" Kelly demanded.
"Actually, I don't care. Get over there and wait for your punishment,"
Kelly stated.
Toby abided by Kelly's demands. He did not know what else to do. His
pants and socks had been deligated toward the garbage pile. Kelly had
returned with a streamlined dress. Her demanding presence was something
Toby had never experienced before. His shirt was unceremoniously ripped
from his denuded body. As the dress flowed down his existence, he noticed
high heels in his wife's hands.
"Get over here bitch," Kelly demanded.
After encapsulating her lover's feet in extremely high heels, Kelly
demanded her light in the loafer's husband to go down on her.
"You need more practice, but it was a fine first effort, Taby," Kelly let
her husband-turned-sissy know.
Toby never thought Kelly would be down with a sissy for a husband.
Chuck's plan seemed foolproof. Now Toby was dressed entirely as a female,
licking his wife to orgasm repeatedly. His foray into womanhood was not
to be the short-term he had envisioned. What could he do to escape what
Kelly and, indeed, what Chuck wanted?'
"Immersion therapy?" Toby wanted to understand. Kelly had already
procured Toby's best sexual experience to date. What could surpass what
Toby had already experienced?"
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