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WEEKEND ADVENTURE -- PATREON EXCLUSIVE [PREVIEW]
🕑 Added 2024-07-12 10:05:01 +0000 UTCWEEKEND ADVENTURE
Wife Feminizes Her Husband for Love
Clover Cox
CHAPTER 1
I was on my knees in the attic with my special treasure chest sitting on the floor in front of me, tempting me. It’d been weeks since I last got dressed, and as much as I wanted to pull out my gorgeous clothes and put them on, I couldn’t. My wife Anna left me a list of chores to complete while she was away on a work trip. She was heading straight to the conference after work, so I could get dressed in theory, but the only time that I had to mow the lawn was now. I was a history professor and had a ton of work to do over the weekend to prepare for the rest of the semester, so I pushed my chest away and got to my feet, feeling a pang in my chest as I turned away from it and left the attic.
It was a cloudless day, and the sun wasn’t too hot, so I started up the mower and pushed it back and forth across the yard as I listened to some classical music, humming along to the instrumental melody I’d heard a million times before. With the temperate weather, I honestly didn’t mind being outside, even though I couldn’t shake the thought of my chest in the attic and the fact that I had the entire house to myself for the weekend.
Anna usually got off work about an hour later than it was when I finished mowing the yard, but I saw her leave with her suitcase in the morning. She’d packed it while we were hanging out in the bedroom last night. I watched her fold her clothes and pack them away while she told me about what she was expecting from the weekend ahead. Anna was dying to get a promotion and felt that she was long overdue for one. She’d been at the retail firm where she worked since she was in college over a decade ago, but she was already near the top of the corporate ladder. She was second in command now, and the only place left for her to go was to one of the international offices or to take over her boss’s job. She had dreams of living in Paris or Tokyo or London, and I didn’t blame her, but we already had a life here in New York. She commuted into the city every day, I had a job as a professor at a nearby college, and we enjoyed a comfortable life out in the suburbs of New York.
We met while we were both living in Manhattan but moved out to the suburbs for the yard that I took care of since it seemed to bring Anna so much joy, but she’d been talking more and more about a promotion lately and how this weekend away was her best chance at getting one for the foreseeable future. Sometimes I thought that Anna could be a bit dramatic, but I tried my best to be a supportive husband at the end of the day.
I stepped back inside after putting the lawn mower away in the shed at the back of our yard. I fixed myself a glass of ice water and leaned against the countertop as I chugged it in one gulp. I would fix myself a gin and tonic as soon as I took a shower.
Steam billowed around me as I sat on the shower bench in our primary bedroom, my legs lathered with shaving cream as I gingerly ran the razor up my legs. I’d kept my skin smooth most of my adult life, and it wasn’t something that Anna ever questioned, even though I was positive that she didn’t know about my secret stash of women’s clothing hiding away in the attic. She didn’t know that I liked to keep my skin smooth so that I could put on all the cute clothes that I had and take pictures of myself when I became her. My alter ego.
Eve.
I’d been becoming Eve in my spare time since my early twenties, really getting into it during those lonely years when I was studying for my PhD in History. There was nothing quite like rolling a pair of stockings up my legs and dolling up my face after endless hours of studying about things that nobody seemed to care about anymore. Becoming Eve got me through all those difficult days when I felt like my studies would never end, but they’d come to a close years ago, and now I was living with the woman of my dreams, even though married life meant that I couldn’t transform myself into the woman who lived in my heart nearly as much as I would like.
It'd been two weeks since I last became Eve, but sometimes I went months without cracking open that chest in the attic. I wished more than anything that I didn’t have so much work to do for my classes, or I would spend every waking moment this weekend prancing around the house in heels with long hair bouncing on my shoulders. I still wondered how Anna had never found my stash, but she never bothered going to the attic. She hated how dusty and tight it was and sent me up there if she ever wanted something.
Once I was smooth and hairless everywhere except the top of my head, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my chest, already feeling the call of my secret stash in the attic. As badly as I wanted to ignore my desires to put on a dress and heels and everything else that made me feel beautiful, I couldn’t resist. I had to put on something cute at once!
I lathered my skin and walked up to the attic without a stitch of clothing on my body. Everything I needed was up there, and I wouldn’t come back down until I was womanly and gorgeous and exactly how I wanted to be this weekend. I was even convincing myself that I could do all my work in heels and a wig, like I hadn’t been saying exactly that in the back of my head all week.
I dropped to my knees in front of my chest. I lifted the lid and gently placed my hand on my chest when I saw what was inside, when I realized that I would be able to spend my weekend wearing all the beautiful clothes I’d collected over the years. I stored my favorites in the chest and kept everything that didn’t quite work in boxes that were tucked away in the corner. I thought about throwing the extra boxes out since I knew that I probably wouldn’t ever wear those clothes, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Some of the pieces were super cute, even if they didn’t quite fit my body how I’d hoped.
To start off my weekend of solitude, I pulled out a pink silk bra and groaned a deep sigh of relief once I’d slid it up my arms and latched it into place. I picked out a pair of matching panties and slid them up my legs before grabbing one of my favorite dresses. It was pink with white tulle popping out from beneath the puffy skirt bottom. I nearly cried as I pulled it over my head, becoming Eve for the first time in weeks. I never got over how amazing it felt when I put on my girly clothes and let the woman in my heart out to play.
I had a pair of white stockings with little pink bows that looked super cute with the dress, and I planned on matching everything with a blonde wig that I loved to wear. My hands shook as I reached into the chest to get my makeup bag, taking a deep breath as I unzipped the bag to grab my compact. I used a brush to apply some foundation and bronzer to my face, and then I used eyeliner around my eyes and mascara for my lashes. I brushed my brows and gave them some depth with a pencil before moving on to my lips. They looked so thin and lifeless without gloss or lipstick. I fixed my lips with a gorgeous pink gloss, slowly rubbing the brush over my lips as I stared at myself in the compact mirror. The only thing missing was my blonde wig, so I donned it on my head, folding my lips as I stared at myself with approval.
I would paint my nails eventually, but I desperately needed a drink, so I slipped on a pair of pink heels that I had and carefully climbed down the stairs from the attic, spinning in a circle when I got to the hallway. Nothing made me feel more alive than a cute outfit, tall heels, and blonde hair. My heart fluttered in my chest as my heels clicked against the hardwood floors on my way down to the kitchen, where I fixed myself a stiff gin and tonic with a slice of lime.
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