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Harriet
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Date Posted: 09:30:18 02/09/12 Thu
In reply to:
Victoria
's message, "Re: My story" on 19:44:14 11/06/11 Sun
Hi,
I am a male that has been out of work for almost 2 years. I used to make good money selling real estate, but now my wife, a banking VP, supports us.
At first I looked for a job selling, then for any job, and then got depressed. When I was depressed, my wife Lynn started making decisions without consulting me -- just telling me what she decided. After being patient for a while, she decided one reason I was depressed was I was sitting around all day doing nothing. I'm not very handy (she is the one that fixes things) so she assigned me home making chores. Soon I was taking care of all the wifely duties: house cleaning, laundry, shopping and cooking.
As I got better at these things, Lynn began to tell me in a joking way what a good wife I was becoming. It was light hearted, but I could see she was becoming pleased with me again -- as shown in the romance department which had become pretty non-existent. So, I began taking pride in my role as a good wife.
At first I just blushed when she said I was a good wife, then I said, "thank you," and finally I began to say "I try to be." I as I was changing my attitude, Lynn started treating me more like a loved wife. Sometimes she would give me a box of candy "for being such a good wife." Then she would give me flowers at unexpected times and I started looking forward to these signs of appreciation. Last Valentines day she got me a very feminine wife's card. I cried.
She said, "I think we both know that you like being my wife more than you ever liked being a husband. Being a wife suits you, but being masculine was always a strain on you, wasn't it dear?" I blushed and said "yes, you're right." She said, "I got you a present to show you how much I love you as a wife." She handed me some boxes with Valentine's paper and red ribbon.
The first had black satin control panties. She told me to put them on and tuck myself back. I said "I'm not sure I want to be that kind of wife." She said, "I did not ask you! I want you to start looking more like what you are. Now put them on!" I was taken aback by her forcefulness. I knew if I put them on I would she her what a complete sissy I am. Still, I felt that I had to do as she said, as I am her wife and she is the decision maker.
Next was black tights, a back satin camisole, a red silk blouse with a sissy bow at the neck, black crape slacks and black pumps with a 2" heal. When I had all that on, she parted my hair in the middle, put barrettes on either side and told me that from now on I was the lady of the house, and would spend the next week learning to dress and act like one.
I looked at her. Inside I was all confused, but I could see that she was happy with how I was dressed. She took me over to the mirror on our closet door. I was dressed in a very soft feminine way, and she still had on her power suit from work. "Who is the lady of the house?" "I am." "Good. I do not want you cross dressing as a man anymore." She took me over to the vanity and made me up. "This is what I want to see when I come home from now on. Understand, Harriet?" "Yes dear."
I was crying. I am not sure why. Partly I was confused. Partly I was crying about my lost manhood. Partly I was happy that Lynn was making me be her wife in a far more complete way. Partly I was excited and scared about my new look. I did look like a woman. Not a real pretty one, but definitely female except for my flat chest.
"In two weeks, we are going out to dinner at Rive Gauche. Tomorrow you will shave all over. You will get on line and order yourself more clothes including a nice dress for dinner. You will also learn how to pass as a woman. I do not want you embarrassing me by looking like a man in a dress. Is that clear?"
I was in shock.
After that things got better. She told me in a very loving way that she knew this was a bit of a shock, but it was the best thing for me as I obviously made a better wife than a husband. She kissed me and took me to bed to show me how much she loved the new me.
The next morning I was still in bed in baby dolls when she kissed me good bye for work. "Get up!. You have a busy day! Oh and bundle up all those things you used to cross dress in and give them to the Goodwill." I looked puzzled. "Your men's clothes. Bye!"
So, she just left me with the job of femininizing myself. I had to pick our everything and order it, as well as learing what to learn - make up, voice, body language and so on as well as my usual homemaking.
My feelings were confused. Did I want to be a doting wife. Part of me did. Part of me thought I should put a stop to this and be a man. Was Lynn right that this is who I really was. That I had been cross dressing as a man before, and now I was being myself. As I looked for clothes on line, I realized that I liked some styles and could see myself in them -- they were the real me -- but other styles just were not ME. How could that be if I was a man? Also, when my make up came, I started experimenting for hours with various "looks," and found that I liked some more than others.
Well, I can go on, but you get it. I came to see that Lynn was right. I am a wife and need to dress and look like one.
Harriet
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