'My wife…I think I’ll keep her.’ pt 1
They had been married for a dozen years yet now Alice got a certain charge out of seeing her husband’s hair in curlers as he wore a soft ivory colored satin robe while doing his nails. Crossed at the knee his smooth hairless legs had the shimmer that comes from regularly moisturizing them.
“Come on girl…there is housework to be done.’
Those days when he wondered what he had gotten himself into had long since disappeared. It had just been a playful yet stern comment by Alice…’Since you enjoy wearing them so much slip into these panties’. He had no idea she had been planning pulling him in to the 'movement' all along.
Her husband Curt’s dick grew stiff immediately yet being put in lingerie was like kryptonite zapping his strength. Standing in front of the mirror she instructed him to keep his hands behind in back. The woman ran her fingers over the silky smoothness of the panties.
“If you come wearing these panties….from now on you’ll be kept in panties always.”
His reply spoke to his expanding timid personality.
Alice Sutton had become so dominating in the past year near 11 months earlier she had first noticed it. Spontaneously deciding to do the wash she discovered the tell-tale mark. Holding up the pair of panties it was right there,… a pre-cum stain that could only have been put there by a male penis. How did she know?... the same thing had happened back when she was young and knew her brother was stealing her panties to use for wanking.
Her hand fished through the laundry basket and pulled out another thong only to find it too had been worn by her husband. Her inner voice spoke up…‘So he likes to wear my panties huh…I should give him more than he bargained for’.
Both near the same size and height being health conscious runners his daily vitamin packs soon had an addition. She had always prepared the individual baggies and now added female hormone and t-blocker pills letting him know she put some ‘special’ vitamins in. It spoke to his naivete that he hadn’t questioned her.
“Yes Alice i have no objections, i want what you have in store for me i don't want to know all the details... I’m sure whatever you give me will make me a better person…so sounds good.”
The lesbian personal trainer Alice used took on the challenge when she heard ….’I want to add muscle and brute strength’. …’That can be done if you maintain discipline to the program’. At the time the woman added…’It’s likely you acquire a more assertive persona….lifting weight is empowering and leads to being more aggressive in other areas Alice’.
Month after month the estrogen and its ‘sisters’ did their work. Curt’s body began to change in shape and size while Alice bided her time. Male habits were slowly altered as the days and weeks slipped by. There was no better example than instead of watching tv sports on weekends he developed a liking for going shopping at the malls with Alice on Saturdays. Sundays found the two often looking for white wicker pieces at antique stores. In the evenings they’d often watch ‘Fleabag’ or continue working their way through the seasons of ‘Downton Abby’.
At the 8th month mark on hormones he’d been sacked at work. His boss had been up front…’your numbers have been down …there is something about you…I know you’ve lost weight yet I can’t put my finger on it but you’re definitely different Curt’.
He felt so sexy wearing his curlers. All muscle retaining her beauty Alice had put on 30 pounds to give her an imposing frame. The softness that comes from taking hormones Lorena held the robe closed on hearing the words ‘come on girl…’.
Obeying the command he kissed her cheek walking in to the bedroom. Seconds later Alice let fly with a swat to his rounded fanny. A nervous smile on his face Lorena bounced on his toes made pretty with red polish on the nails.
He couldn’t say exactly when yet the t-girl housewife had acquired a modest bashfulness so often found with submissive wives. Turning away wearing his panties he slid his bra up into place and moved to connect the 3 hooks in back. A glance down at his heels had him look into the mirror.
Alice slid in behind her strong arms held against his pinned as her fingers next moved firmly cupping his budding breasts. Her mouth dipped and kissed his neck as she squeezed the pear-shaped breasts.
“Baby you looked so pretty in your sheer nightie last night…it felt good the way your breasts swayed naked underneath didn’t it?”
Lorena shook his head as he smiled….he’d grown so use to smiling thinking it made him look prettier.
“Fuck these nipples of yours Lorena honey…there so large and sensitive …honestly if they are any indication I think you’ll grow another cup size…”
She kissed his cheek once more.
He had welcomed female hormones yet once the power of estrogen was unleashed into his endocrine network he never realized how much the feeling of breasts changes a male.
“Darling bend over at your waist….let your hands rest on the mattress…”
The loose garterbelt tabs danced along his skin he had taken to like wearing any of his 3’ pumps. His arms on the bedspread he pushed his pretty butt upward.
Alice let him hold the pose knowing how docile he would feel looking like that.
“Go ahead sweetie say it…ask me to put my cock inside your pussy.’
He loved how she called it that.
“Ohhh domina Alice …please…please put your cock inside me.”
The sound of her zipper being lowered could be heard he hadn’t even realized she was wearing her strap-on under her jeans.
30 seconds later it didn’t matter.
“Ohh yes ….eeww Ms Alice I love when you fuck me.”
The HRT had given him shapely hips a pretty ass and a delightful pair of breasts any woman would want.
“Darling there is something so sexy about fucking you when your hair is in curlers.”
The noise coming from her hips slamming his butt filled the room.
Lorena let his eyes glanced over to see his vanity table. He now spent so much time sitting at it perfecting his makeup skills.
Alice finally got him as wet as she wanted to with the lube. The cock slid in an out effortlessly. Lorena lifted up slightly so he could feel his breasts move back and forth on each thrust.
It was as though the nerve endings inside his anal track demanded they feel the cock slide along them. Suddenly the t-girl housewife could feel it running down his leg his little plaything was letting its warm juice ooze out.
“My baby likes it when I make her get wet…such a good girl…that’s it…. ‘my wife….I think I’ll keep her’…I’m almost there…honey remember for tonight wear that new cocktail dress we bought you last week…it’s going to be fun showing you off to the others at the company event dinner.
It was a quiet weekend with his wife out of town. Curt loved wearing her panties there was just something about being in the thong he’d chosen rummaging through Alice’s intimate wear drawer as he masturbated to the images on the site.
He thought he heard a noise. Looking out the window he took a fright …’this can’t be…my wife…she’s supposed to be in Toluca Lake for the whole weekend vising her sick aunt’. His mind went into a panic slipping his cock back in the panties he wondered how he’d get the lipstick and blush off without her noticing.
What to do first? He looked at the PC screen and tried to click out of it while he took the panties off. It was such a male habit balling them up he tossed the panties towards the laundry basket silently congratulating himself when they landed inside.
Scampering to the bathroom he realized he left his dirty t-shirt used to collect his discharge and the jar Vaseline out. Years of patient research had him deciding it made his cock the slickest when beating off.
In the nick of time he retrieved them as he closed the door. His face covered in Noxzema cold cream he heard Alice outside the bathroom.
“I messed up it was supposed to be next weekend….”
“I’m going to get some things done around here.”
Married Cross-dressers like to think they put back the pilfered lingerie just the way they were originally placed. Alice like most women had an intrinsic sense her drawer was not left partially closed. Opening it up she could tell he’d been going through her intimate wear. She gave a look to the closed bathroom door reminding her it hadn’t been the first time she had found things amiss in the bra and panty drawer.
Picking the laundry basket up she saw the pretty thong on top and knew it wasn’t put there by her. Lifting it aloft clear as a sunny day the damp pre-cum stain stood out on the middle of the fabric.
The thought flashed through her mind…‘So he likes to wear my panties huh…I should give him more than he bargained for’.
The therapist was a hyper-feminist who believed the male creature as a whole was an immature being in need of correction and training.
“I’m mean I agree with you Dana…woman are superior…but where does that leave me.”
“What were your first thoughts on discovering …hummm what’s his name?...your hubbette.”
Before replying Alice chuckled on hearing him called a ‘hubbette’.
“It’s Curt…I wanted to lash out….I was angry.”
“Ok a natural reaction…let’s checkmark domestic discipline spankings…continue.”
“So does this mean I have to put all my nice lingerie under lock and key?”
“On the contrary I want you to buy more and flaunt it….wear your loveliest intimate wear around even more. It will bring his urges to the surface where together we can confront them. We are going to play the long game…consider yourself to now being in a Female Led Relationship…I’ve put lots of my couples in them to great success with positive results. We will pull your Curt into the movement towards dominant women with feminized husbands presenting as housewives.”
“Can you expand on that…what do you call it…a female led relationship?”
“Yes the woman is the loving female authority figure…as it should be the female is in charge of the direction of the marriage as well as her husband. Introducing him to lingerie is only the start…..how do you feel about female hormones?....I’d like to suggest we lay the groundwork for authentic change utilizing the power of estrogen. It will be like a frog in water.”
Alice smiled saying ‘oh I think I like that…what do you mean a frog in water?’.
“Put a frog in boiling water and it will immediately jump out yet when you put him in luke-warm water and slowly turn the heat up it will stay in there even after it reaches a boil……We’ll look up in 8 or 9 months and take things from there Alice….Just be patient we’ll meet the three of us once a month and you address the other areas I mentioned earlier to put yourself in place.”
Dana slipped her hand in and adjusted the strap of her bra underneath her sweater.
“A word of caution be on the lookout for any efforts at topping from the bottom on his part. As his hormonal shift alters his body he’ll take on submissive qualities yet he’ll often still try to direct the action like he did before….you need to remember right below the surface in his mind his sexual fantasies are percolating.”
Alice shook her head as she said ‘yes I understand’.
“Didn’t you tell me once Alice that you use to make your own dresses…if so I want you to reacquaint yourself with the hobby. I’ll tell you why later.”
Alice simply held up the two pairs of soiled panties she’d saved. Curt knew he’d been busted and listened to her as she spoke ‘I’ve decided we’ll attend marriage counseling…also from now on you’ll learn how to hand wash my lingerie’.
Like the sands in an hour glass the months moved along quicker than she thought they might. Research has shown estrogen when taken by a male often heightens existing feminine characteristics hidden below the surface while introducing new emotions to the equation.
The longer on estrogen the more it brought out a docile nature in him.
In her quest for full power in the relationship Alice insisted he come home with the signed document that showed his paychecks were now to be deposited in her account.
Controlling the money in a marriage is a clear indicator of who really is in charge. By removing the financial arrow from his quiver he would have to ask Alice for any money. Just as she had hoped it was an emasculating move of one of her chess pieces.
8 months of estrogen had Curt let go from work on a Tuesday. On Wednesday morning he held still as Alice wrapped an apron around his waist. It was the unofficial start of his training as a domesticated housewife. Her hand gave a caress to his butt under his sweats with the draw-string ties.
Alice was ready to start pruning his clothing replacing them with gender-neutral wear. With him no longer working she told her therapist Dana she saw no reason not to lead him to the doorstep of woman’s clothing with distinctly feminine styles full time.
“Ok let’s have him here for another joint session…..it’s been near 9 months for the estrogen to take hold.”
Sitting in the office of Dana the therapist Curt mostly listened as the two women discussed marriage. Like so many females their command of their verbal skills had them controlling the information flow and direction of the discussion.
Dana came right out and said it.
“So you were caught wearing her panties while masturbating….”
Adding to her comment she huffed out.
“Honestly…what some husbands do to get off. “
“I told him I consider masturbating to be like cheating not to mention my panties…can you imagine using my lingerie in such a manner…in some respects I feel violated? ….why that thing between his legs should be put under lock and key.”
Curt looked at Alice feeling both shameful and embarrassed at the disclosure.
“You’re right Alice….I’m sorry sometimes I just can’t help myself…I just want to be a good husband now….please forgive me….I’ll do whatever it takes to be the best partner in our marriage”
“Ok then it’s agreed no different than any other male you can’t keep your hands off it…left up to you the habit won’t be curtailed…so like many of my couples I have just the solution.”
Dana held up the lock and key in one hand with her other holding the chastity cage.
Being want it is it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the conical shape of the chastity cage implied. He hesitated momentarily on seeing it.
Alice spoke up when she saw his reaction.
“Oh I don’t know maybe we should just get divorced from what my lawyer told me I’ll get most everything…besides I’m not sure I want to live with a cheater.”
She’d thrown her queen of hearts on the table. It was as though Curt processed life after divorce his mind quickly went to the worse-case scenario picturing himself penniless living on the street.
He moved near Dana unwittingly taking one step closer to living life as a chastised husband that would be feminized into a life of a docile woman of a housewife.
“Alice hold his hands while I attach the cage…you did say anything correct Curt.”
“Yes Ms. Dana.”
Remaining still his hands behind held by Alice he watched the therapist Dana undo his jeans pulling his underwear down and off. Seconds later his curiosity spiking at seeing the odd-looking device his penis was secured with the chastity cage locked into place.
As though a male being kept in chastity was as normal as brushing one’s teeth she spoke up after handing Alice the key.
“Ok that’s taken care of now this is the pair of panties you wore so for symbolism sake you’ll begin by using these…..your Alice has purchased others for the coming weeks.”
Feeling bashful Curt lifted the panties into place. Alice took charge running her hand under the panty-waist she adjusted them to sit evenly on his hips before she spoke.
“Turn let me see how you look…hmmm not bad….I see some potential…that gives me an idea.”
Curt felt an estrogen rush though hadn’t realized that was what it was. He also got his first taste at being objectified in front of another woman while wearing women’s underwear.
“Ok Alice you hold the key…sex will now be on your terms…since masturbation is an issue so too will his relief schedule be. I teach you about milking a male.”
She stared at Curt who seemed baffled at hearing the term ‘male milking’.
“…do you realize how self-centered masturbating is? You are entirely focused on your pleasure…Alice I want to shift his focus so he will learn to concentrate on pleasuring you to help rid him of his myopic sexual attention. I have ordered a ‘Queening’ chair to be delivered…you’ll see the obvious benefit once it has been set up.”
Appearing confused Curt had no idea what she meant by ‘Queening’ chair.
“Moving along Curt you said you want to be the best partner in the marriage….studies have shown housewives are most often considered to be the best partner….would you agree Curt?...keep in mind often devoting themselves to a life of service housewives fulfill a valuable role.”
“Hummm…sure …I guess.”
“ Do you know much about domestic discipline?...it’s where the woman keeps her spouse in line and focused utilizing scheduled spankings…sometimes it leads to a renewed closeness in the bedroom if you pick up my meaning. ”
“Oh really ….yes sure thing.”
“Very well…I think to improve the relationship you two should try a little role reversal….shall we say we give it a month or so…Curt’s not working so let’s have him try to see what it’s like to be the housewife doing the housework all the time.”
Alice held his eyes with hers as she spoke.
“Fine…I’m down with that…”
Free of protest feeling intimidated by Alice’s look had Curt also agreeing.
“Me too I guess.”
In the bedroom a naked Curt watched Alice carrying the paddle. It had been a month and a half since meeting with the marriage therapist yet he found Alice had become very much his disciplinarian scheduling paddle sessions at the least bit of infraction.
Now regularly wearing panties blue jeans and t-shirts had given way to leggings or femme casual sweats more often or not with floral colored tops while he attended to keeping the home clean.
The submissive feeling coming from the estrogen had been spiking. For 4 straight weeks she had put him through spanking sessions late in the afternoons. He wasn’t sure he could make it through another one yet knew after each paddling they would use the queening chair.
“Darling when I tell you I like the dishes put back a certain way I expect you do follow my instructions.”
“Please Alice…I promise I won’t mess up again.”
“Perhaps we’ll only have 50 swats this time and then I’ll let you lick me after we take a shower together. It’s time I improve upon your grooming habits.”
“Yes Ma’am…..thank you.”
His body holding still she let fly with 25 on each cheek.
A shower together followed it was the initiation of him being put on a feminine grooming schedule.
“Here we’ll just rub this body lotion on your skin…now that it is hair free I want you to discover how nice it feels when you moisturize every day…..tell me do you like having your ears pierced?”
“Yes Ma’am I do.”
A naked Curt settled under the queening chair……it had become a regular thing after each discipline spanking….his hands secured to the outside bars his head resting on the padded leather that sat below he watched with awe as Alice’s vagina lowered coming into view.
Perhaps it was the female hormones coursing through his veins yet he had acquired a greater appreciation for how pretty it looked. In the past he hadn’t paid all that much attention to it thinking it to be simply vehicle he could use to get his rocks off.
His tongue slithered forth letting it touch the outline of the lips of her vagina. The gentle wetness on her labia looked so appealing. Curt’s tongue reverently entered the holiest of holies moving deeper inside he pouted his lips trying to digest as much of her fluids as he could while he softly sucked.
He was a t-girl in training yet really wasn’t aware such was the case….he just knew he loved everything about a woman now. It was hard to reach but he tried any way. His tongue tip lifted trying to reach the summit of the incline where Alice’s hooded clit lay exposed in its majesty.
Suddenly he felt the gentle touch of her foot on his near hairless mound. Truth was he felt sexy in a kind of feminine way to have a single thin line on display there. Still lying prone his mouth married to her pussy lips he pondered if it was possible. He was getting aroused yet he knew locked away in its chastity cage his penis wasn’t stiff and standing tall.
Just then it happened he was moaning in delight the same way his Domina Alice was…. Were they both climaxing and getting wet at the same time?...the answer was ‘yes’….he could feel the cream oozing out spurting gently beyond the openings in his cage.
The more he grew fond of licking her pussy the more he wondered what it would be like to have his own vagina.
End of part 1…