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What A Babysitter! - Part 8
🕑 Added 2022-09-23 13:41:54 +0000 UTCThe baby arrived on a Thursday. Sylvia gave Mark the afternoon off so that he could go to the hospital. He met his mother for the first time. She was a cute blonde who was a little overweight. She was very distraught. When she met him, they seemed to form a constant bond. “I’m pleased to meet you, Amy.” “Are you the nanny?” He wanted to yell that he was the father, but he knew what was expected. He did not want to risk anything. “Yes!” “I feel better having met you. Since I found out that I was pregnant, I have been a wreck. My father almost disowned me, then to have the baby growing inside me. I can’t describe the incredible feelings.
To have to give it up, it’s so hard.” “I wish that I could experience that feeling, but I’m not able to have children. I’m so looking forward to taking care of your baby. I assure you that she’ll always be loved.” “That makes me feel better, but what about the mother?” “She’s a good woman, a successful attorney who will be able to provide a good life for Melissa.” “Is that what she named her?” “Yes!” “I was kind of thinking of April.” “That’s a pretty name.” “I wish that you could be her mother.”
He so wanted to agree with her, but he knew that was not appropriate. “I’ll treat her like she was my daughter.” After talking with the mother Mark was able to go to the nursery to see Melissa. She was so beautiful. He paced back and forth outside the nursery waiting for Betty to come with the necessary paperwork. Finally, he was able to pick her up. He held her for the entire trip home. He insisted on breastfeeding her before he would fix Betty’s supper. She was happy to have another chain to bind him. He would do anything for Melissa. From that first night, Mark essentially moved into the guest bedroom. His daughter came first.
During the week Betty started coming home later and later because he would usually not have dinner ready until 8. He continued to work at Sylvia’s. Melissa went with him. Jane and Willie had moved on to a daycare catering to older children. Peggy loved his little girl and she would often come over in the evening to help him. They watch TV after the baby was asleep until his wife would come home. When Betty was home, she would dote on little Melissa. She spent at least thirty minutes a night playing with her. She would not change her diaper or feed her except for rare occasions on the weekend when she would take Melissa to the park and give Mark a needed break. Then one night his wife came home early.
She was carrying something on a hanger. “Honey, I’m so close!” “To what?” “Partner. I finally talked the managing partner Frank Hardesty into coming for supper tomorrow night. I’ve already got three votes locked up.
With his support, I’m a shoo-in!” “That’s great.” “You could show a little more enthusiasm. You know that I’m doing this for you and Melissa. We’ll be set financially.” “I am happy for you.” “Good, I expect you to serve dinner. Here’s your uniform.” She held a black uniform with a white lace collar and cuffs. “So you expect me to be the maid now as well as the nanny?” She grabbed his neck with a grip that made him hurt. She seemed to be stronger than he was now. “And I expect you to do a good job. Don’t fuck this up for me or you’ll regret it!” He was amused that she seemed so frightened. But it did him no good to hurt her chances at advancement. The better that she did at work, the less time that she had to interfere at home.
So he made a prime rib with twice-baked potatoes with a salad and a nice blackberry pie for dessert. He made sure that Melissa was fed and changed before his wife and her boss arrived. Peggy had agreed to babysit at her house. When they arrived he served them wine, cheese, and crackers in the living room. He could not help but notice how close they were sitting to each other. Then he ushered them into the dining room for salad.
They were taking their time eating. It was all that he could do to keep the meat from overcooking. Finally, they were ready for pie and coffee. Mark reheated their coffee twice. It was 10:30 when they were finally finished. Mark was clearing dishes when Frank got up and yawned. Betty smiled seductively. “Would you like to stay the night?” “Won’t your husband mind?” “Why don’t you ask him?” Mr. Hardesty shifted uncomfortably. Mark blushed furiously. “You won’t mind will you, dear?” Without a word, Mark took a load of dishes into the kitchen.
He burst into tears at the kitchen table. By the time he returned to the dining room, they were gone. Since he had not heard a door, he knew that they had gone upstairs. He called Peggy and asked her to keep Melissa overnight. He did not want her to see him cry even if she was too young to understand what was happening to him. He got ready for bed in the downstairs bathroom as he had done since he had moved into the guest room. He wanted to flee, but he knew that he would be alone in his own bedroom. When he finally got to bed, he could hear muffled sounds from upstairs. He slowly wept himself to sleep.
Betty brought him his breakfast drink in the morning. She kissed him on the forehead. They did not discuss the previous evening nor would they ever discuss it. There was now no longer any passion whatsoever between them. They were living their own separate lives. Nothing from her legal firm ever affected his actions and the daycare was totally separate from her life.
The only time that they spent together was at dinner and as long as he had it on the table on time everything was fine. They continue to take aerobics, but once they were at the gym, they socialized with different groups of women. Mark gravitated to the mothers and became involved with the gym’s daycare.
By volunteering one evening a week, he got free babysitting during his Sunday aerobics. Sylvia had taken on a new project, Michelle (formerly Michael). At first, Mark wanted to warn him, but then he thought, ‘is my life so bad.’ He enjoyed being a mother. After listening to Sylvia and Peggy complain over and over, he finally conceded that he had been a jerk. So no doubt had Michael. So he mentored this ‘new’ woman and was pleased with her steady progress.
Everything had become so routine and although most things could be boring, he never got over the thrill of having a baby sucking on his nipple. Then one Friday night Betty came home excited. Mark dreaded these times because whatever excited his wife no longer had the same effect on him. Still, he needed to know what was going on. “So why are you so happy tonight?” “I got it.” “Got what?” “I’m a partner!.” “I’m so happy for you.”
They both knew that they cared little for each other lives anymore. “I assumed this means that you get a raise.” “I’m now eligible to receive a percentage of the total profits of the firm. We should never have to worry about money again.” He never worried. She took care of the money. As long as he could buy groceries, everything was fine. “Let’s go out and celebrate tomorrow night.” He hesitated. “I don’t know.” They had not been out together without Melissa since she was born. They also had not been in the same bed.
They would exchange the occasion ally kiss on the cheek or forehead, but they were no longer close. “Come on, it will be fun!” “Okay, I’ll see if Peggy will babysit.” The next night Mark was apprehensive. Betty had bought him a new dress, a low cut with a short skirt. It was of a beautiful green silky fabric that felt marvelous against his skin. The fact that he thought that he looked sexy showed how much he had mentally changed from the ‘old’ Mark. But he was afraid of what his wife had in mind. Betty dressed in a sexy red dress, but she did not excite him as before. Plus, he doubted that she was dressing for his benefit.
Still, they went out to a fancy restaurant for a steak dinner. It was turning into a pleasant evening. As they approached the car, she had a suggestion, “let’s get a drink at Houlihan’s.” He was having a good time, so he replied, “sounds good!” As soon as they entered the bar, a man waved from across the room. As they got closer, Mark was sure that he recognized one of the two men seated at the table where they were headed. Yes, it was Hector. He started to waver, but Betty had his hand and then they were right in front of them. The men stood. “Martha, you remember Hector!”
Hector took Mark’s hand and kissed the back of it. “I certainly remember all of your beauty. This is my brother Raul.” He helped Mark with his seat just as Raul was helping Betty. “I took the liberty of ordering a pitcher of Margaritas.” Clearly, this meeting had been prearranged. What did his wife have in mind? Mark would have to keep his wits about him. That lasted halfway through the second margarita. Unfortunately, they tasted good and as long as he was taking a drink he did not have to talk. He was feeling pretty darn good by the end of his third drink.
Hector had a suggestion, “let’s go back to my place.” Betty was quick to respond, “We would love to!” Mark did not want to go, but his mind was fuzzy. “I’m not sure that we should.” His wife took him by the arm. “We’re going to the ladies' room. We’ll meet you out front.” When she had him alone in the restroom, she took a much firmer tone. “You’re not messing this evening up. Now, relieve yourself and fix your makeup. Go with the flow and you’ll have a good time.” For the entire ride to Hector’s apartment, he tried to imagine what was going to happen, but Mark had no idea. He certainly could not satisfy these men and what would happen if they tried to have their way.
Fortunately, he was riding in the front seat with Hector who was driving. That required one hand on the wheel, but his free hand was gliding up and down Mark’s hose. The arousal that this caused did not help. When they got to the apartment Raul immediately led Betty through one of the doors to a back room. Hector took one of Mark’s hands and with his other hand around the waist guided him toward another room. He wanted to resist, but the alcohol was affecting his speech and motor skills. Then they were in a bedroom. The bed with a bright red spread dominated the room.
Hector pulled the covers down to reveal red silk sheets. Mark was amazed at the strength as the man easily lifted him off his feet and laid him on the bed. Then Hector was on top kissing his red lips. His hands were all over the rest of Mark’s body concentrating on the breasts. Almost in a trance Mark responded. And when Hector unzipped and lower his dress, he was working on the belt, pants, and shirt of the bigger man. Now, Hector’s lips and tongue were at the nipples. He was pleasantly surprised to taste milk. Mark’s hands had deftly produced a massive erection.
Then Hector reached and slide down the panties. Mark cringed and waited for the awful reaction. Hector only smiled. “Don’t worry darling. Your wife warned me and she’s paying me enough that it doesn’t matter. Besides, it’s such a cute little thing. It shouldn’t get in the way.” Mark tried to focus on what he had just said, but his attention was riveting to the other man’s middle where he was applying a jelly. What was next? Hector placed his knees on the front of the bed. He lifted Mark’s legs to his shoulders and then penetrated.
Mark thought, ‘god he’s stronger than Betty.” But soon he was responding and trying to match the Latin intensity. They seemed to go on forever, but finally, Hector produced an explosion that Mark felt all the way through his body. As he withdrew, Hector looked down and smiled. A small puddle of liquid had escaped Mark’s still limp penis. “You must have enjoyed it.” “Bravo!, Bravo!” Mark turned. Betty and Raul were standing in the doorway. They had watched everything. She spoke, “you’re a real woman now. You’d better thank Hector properly.” He was puzzled at what she meant. Hector wiped himself with a towel and moved to the head of the bed. He thrust at Mark’s face. Instinctively the mouth opened and sucked as Hector moved in and out.
Slowly, the massive organ came back to life. It seemed to take even longer to totally drain this insatiable man. He leaned over and kissed Mark on the lips. “You’re one sexy woman.” Betty chuckled and said, “Do you want to come to have a real woman?” She stayed at the door as Hector followed Raul to the other bedroom. She looked at Mark. “Do you want to come to watch? You could learn something.” He just shook his head. Soon he could hear activity in the other room. Somehow he didn’t feel bad, just empty. If it was not already clear, tonight proved that he no longer had a real marriage. He could no longer satisfy his own wife. But was he really destined to only satisfy men?
He got up and went into the bathroom. The sounds from the next room were clearer. He could definitely hear moaning. He turned on the water and took a shower. When he turned the water off, he heard the bed creaking in the next room. He dried off slowly, listening to his life change forever. He went to the next room and got dressed. He sat down in a chair to wait. And he waited and waited. Finally, he gave up and laid down on the bed. He was soon fast asleep.
The next morning Betty woke him with a kiss on the cheek.
“Wake up sleepyhead, we’ve just got enough time to stop for brunch, go and change clothes before aerobics.” He was getting tired of his wife being in such a chipper mood the morning after he had suffered such intense humiliation. But then he remembered something more important. “Melissa?” “Don’t worry. I told Peggy that she would have her until after aerobics.” He wondered what else she had told Peggy. She had obviously had this weekend planned well in advance. Sylvia’s daughter was turning into his only true friend. He could not stand for her to look down on him. Hector dropped them off at Betty’s car. She took an excruciatingly long time to kiss him goodbye.
Then they were off to a local restaurant for brunch. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you letting me enjoy Hector and Raul last night, now that you can’t do anything in bed anymore.” Did he really have a choice? “I feel like a real woman this morning.” She said it with such a cheerful voice, but the implication was clear. They both ordered an omelet for brunch. She spent most of the meal critiquing his technique in bed with Hector and making suggestions on how he could satisfy men better.
He had no intention of being in bed with a man again, but he knew that if he said anything, she would find a way to use it against him. In fact, she might be plotting already. As she was paying the check, she said, “If you had the operation to remove your cock, I bet you could satisfy any man.” Suddenly, he was scared. She had been getting him to do things that he never imagined for so long. Did she have a plan to take her revenge all the way? Aerobics took his mind off all his concerns. It always did. He did not remember why he used to have an aversion to exercise. He also got to talk to several other mothers which he found very gratifying. They now always stayed to shower.
The other woman never gave him a second thought and the sight of naked women no longer turned him on the way that it used to. They also stayed to socialize for at least half an hour afterward. The gym had a small snack bar where they could get a fruity health drink. It was almost 6 o’clock when Mark went over to Sylvia’s to pick up Melissa. Peggy was there by herself watching a documentary on TV. Melissa was in one of the playpens. “I appreciate you taking Melissa.
I’ve never been away from her for so long.” “No problem. Did you have a good time?” “I don’t know. I enjoyed some of the evenings, but not really all of it.” “What were the men like?” “What did Betty tell you?” “Just that you like men now, I’m not sure that I believed her.” “After last night I can definitely say that I don’t like men.” “Just because I don’t like men, you don’t have to lie.” “I’m not lying. Although I must admit that my relationships with both men and women are different now.” “Look both my mom and me have had bad luck with men. Don’t let that hold you back!”
“Do you want me to go for men?” “Not really! Believe it or not, I would like to see you happy. You’ve taken to motherhood better than any one of my mother’s other projects.” “Well, Melissa is a joy.” They watched the rest of the documentary together. He nursed Melissa. When it was over, he took her home and put her to bed. He sat and had a cup of tea at the kitchen table. Betty was off somewhere getting ready for work on Monday. He thought about the weekend. What had he learned about himself? He could be with a man, but he had not really enjoyed it. Although he had to admit that he had responded to Hector’s touch. He was still attracted to women but in a different way.
He could not satisfy them in the way that he used to, but he certainly had an emotional attachment to Peggy and some of the women from aerobics. What was to become of those feelings? About ten he fed Melissa one last time. Then he changed to a nightgown and got ready for bed. He had gotten so used to the nylon against his skin. He held his breasts. They had grown so slowly and steadily that he often was not aware of how much they had changed. But when he compared himself to the women at aerobics, he knew that they were big. He laid down, but sleep would not come.
Betty had done a good job belittling his male ego. He no longer dreamed of male life. He decided that he was good as a mother. He could find fulfillment in that role. Sometimes you just had to be happy with what you had.
Mark had little time to contemplate the philosophy of life. He worked full-time at the daycare. When he got home, he had to take care of Melissa and fix supper. Betty would take Melissa on Saturdays. But most of that time was consumed with housework including laundry. Still, he had a good life. He enjoyed his time with Melissa.
He had discovered cooking. Betty gave him plenty of money for ingredients so he could try just about any recipe. And he was getting pretty good even if he did say so himself. His wife had hosted several cocktail parties for her firm and their clients. His food always got rave reviews. She was doing quite well as a partner. She still stayed late most evenings to ‘mentor’ young male associates trying to make partners. Peggy would come over three or four times a week.
They would watch TV or play cards. One night when Betty was not home, he started fondling Peggy’s breast. Much to his delight, his actions were reciprocated. They ended up on Betty’s bed with the panty and vibrating cock. After that night, they would often play around when his wife was not home. Also, one day after work he stayed to talk to Sylvia. He understood his wife’s motivations, but he had never been sure where she fit in. “Sylvia, I’d like to talk.” “What about?” “Why you turned me and several other men into milk cows?”
“Well, I have never had good experiences with men. Peggy’s father ran off with a flight attendant when she was three. I never heard from him or received any financial support after that. I’ve been running the daycare ever since. Then Peggy got raped by my own brother when she was fourteen and got pregnant.” “Did she have an abortion?” “No! She had a miscarriage. She’s no longer capable of having children.” “I didn’t know that.” “Anyway, one evening I was sitting around draining a bottle of wine with a friend whose baby was using the daycare.
She had just discovered that her husband was playing around. We started fantasizing about men having to do the childraising. The next day I got on the Internet and found out where I could get the hormones without a prescription. Our fantasy became a reality. He made the cutest little homemaker. In fact, he eventually had a sex change. He works as a waitress now. His boyfriend is a truck driver.” “How many have done that?” “Changed sexes?” Mark nodded. “Well, I’ve worked with five so far including you and Michelle. Two are now officially women. Are you considering it?” “No!” “It probably doesn’t help. But you’re the one that has stayed with the daycare the longest, probably because you live so close. I’ve really come to like you now.
You’ve been so good with Peggy. You’re the only one that I’ve regretted.” “Well, I’ve had a lot of time to think. I know that I acted like a bastard. If I hadn’t changed, you’d probably still hate me. To be honest I don’t long for my old life. Nursing has been a unique and fulfilling experience. I don’t regret a moment of it. Now that my relationship with Betty has soured, I know that it will never be repaired. It upsets me that she takes so much enjoyment from my transformation. Still, she is a good provider, so we’ll probably muddle on.” Sylvia got up from the table and went over to the counter and pulled out a small metal box.
She returned and placed it on the table. There were four buttons colored red, orange, green, and purple. “What’s that?” “Do you have your gaff on?” “I haven’t needed a gaff for months.” “You might put one on when you get home and push the buttons, although I advise against using the red one.” “Why?” “That’s how I control my projects. You took to the training better than anyone else so I did not have to use the red and orange buttons much.” “Why are you telling me this?” “Like I said, I like the new you. I’ve never told the others, but you seem such a nice person now.
I hope that someday you’ll forgive me.” They hugged. “I have to admit that I like myself better now too!” When he got home, it took him about twenty minutes to find a gaff. He had not been using them and they were still in the dresser upstairs. He went to his bedroom and removed his work clothes. He pulled on the gaff with a pair of panties and then added a housedress. He went into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He looked down at the metal box. He pushed the green button.
His groin started to vibrate. Memories of feeding bottles too so many babies came flooding into his head. He pushed the purple button. The vibration intensified. He was starting to swoon. He released the button and sat for several minutes. He had been programmed. Although he knew that the first time a baby had sucked at his nipple, he had been hooked. No wonder he seemed to tolerate so many feminine chores these days. He pushed the orange button. A shock went through his groin. A pain formed in his stomach and he started to sweat. He released the button.
He hesitated for the longest time. Even with Sylvia’s warning he had to know, he pushed the red button. The pain was overwhelming. The adoption agency’s visit popped into his brain. Thank god he had not resisted his wife’s efforts more.
Mark was dusting the den, in particular, Betty’s desk. He noticed that the drawers were not locked. This had not happened since his wife had taken control of the finances. Betty was at work so his curiosity got the better of him. Most of the drawers contained papers from her law firm, but one drawer had personal papers.
He found bank statements showing that their joint checking account had $432.84 in it, whereas, Betty’s account had $12,459.43. Then he ran across a paper titled ‘Application for Annulment of Marriage’. It was completely prepared except for signatures at the bottom. He quickly read through the document. It cited the change of sex as the reason for annulment. That is why his wife was always suggesting that he have an operation. He let his feelings fester for several days. But then at dinner, one night he could be silent no longer. “Betty, I was dusting your desk the other day.
The drawers were unlocked.” “You didn’t get into my legal papers did you?” “Only the ones involving me!” “What do you mean?” “I discovered your application for the annulment of our marriage.” “Oh, that.” “Did you really expect me to have a sex change?” “For the longest time, I hoped that I could convince you and then kick you out on your fat ass. I don’t care anymore.” “Why not?” “You’ve turned into one heck of a housewife. You’re great with Melissa.
My life at work is fulfilling. There’s no need to mess things up.” “So waiting on that operation is all that has kept us together.” “You’re not listening. You’ve become invaluable to me around the house. Your current physical condition would be plenty of reason for dissolving the marriage if I wanted to.” Mark started to cry. “Don’t go all girly on me. Hey, you were a jerk, but I fixed you. You’re a confident and compassionate woman now.” She seemed to know just what to say to make him feel the worse. The tears increased. Betty finished up her dinner and left him sobbing over his plate.
So their roles were redefined. Betty had always been the primary breadwinner, but she was now also the queen of the house. He kept the house clean, kept food on the table, and made sure that Melissa had a happy childhood. He found friendships with Peggy, Sylvia, and the mothers at aerobics. Betty willingly took her daughter a couple of days a week so that he had time with the girls. In fact, she was amused that he had become so feminine.
They were for now content with each other.
Epilogue:
Over the years Betty adopted two more children, a boy, and another girl. When the youngest one was two years old, Mark gave up the hormones that made him lactate. He had quit the daycare when they received the second baby, although he would still help out in an emergency.
Eventually, they did get divorced. He agreed only after Betty set up a trust for the children and agreed to pay him a salary which he kept in his own personal bank account. She had started to openly date but had never gotten serious with anyone. Mark loved the children. It bothered him that they often treated him like a servant which Betty encouraged. But when he put them to bed, they always hugged him, so he knew that his love was returned. Mark still had the little remembrance of his manhood between his legs. For the most part, he had adopted Peggy and Sylvia’s disgust of men.
He could not see having an operation just to be able to please male desires, although that might change. He had met a widower at the park who had two little girls. The children had several play dates. They had even gone out to dinner alone a couple of times. Their children were the most important thing to both of them, so neither one of them was in hurry for their relationship to progress past friendship. Who knows - maybe someday?
