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Womanhood -Part 2
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CHAPTER 5 – CHRIS
That morning I went to work. I was at the point in the installation of the computer system where the terminals had been set up throughout the salon and I was spending most of my time hooking them into the main computer in the office. At about 11:30 Colleen came in and asked me if I wanted anything for lunch. One of the girls was going out to a sandwich shop. "No Thanks.", I replied, "I brought a sandwich from home." "Oh good, so did I. Lets break early and have lunch in here. I'd like to talk to you about a couple of things." "Why, are you unhappy or upset with me about something?" "No, on the contrary, as a matter of fact one of the things I want to talk to you about is someone else that is interested in having you do some work for them. The other, I just want you to satisfy my curiosity a little. Let me get my lunch and I'll be right back."
Colleen left the room and returned a few seconds with her lunch. I was sitting a the desk where I had been working and when Colleen came in She sat on the couch. "Do you remember a while back when I told you that I would recommend your talents to anyone, if the subject came up?" I nodded my head. "Well, one of my product suppliers wants to know if you can do some computer programming for her. She owns the company that makes the shampoo line that I use here in the shop. The company is located in California but I told her you might be able to do it through one of those modem things." Colleen handed me a piece of paper with the girl's name and address. "I told her I would ask you to give her a call tonight to discuss it." "Gee, thanks a lot Colleen, I really appreciate it.
What else did you want to talk to me about?". "Come over and sit with me." She sounded a little nervous as she patted the couch, indicating that she wanted me to sit next to her." "What is it?", I asked as I sat down with her. "I want to start off by saying that there is nothing wrong, and all of us here at the salon like you a lot." By the way she was talking I could tell that what she was about to say was making her uncomfortable. "Well, this is a little difficult.", Colleen said stammering. I just sat there waiting for her to tell me what was on her mind. Finally she spoke up nervously. "You can tell me this is none of my business and I'll shut up, but why are you wearing womens' underwear?"
There was silence for a few minutes. "Oh," I said sheepishly, "It was a just a silly game my wife was playing. We got a little carried away this morning and she had me wear her underwear."
"Again I know this is none of my business but this is not the first day, the girls and I have noticed on a number of occasions that you were wearing a teddy or camisole, and Kathy, the manicurist, noticed that you've been keeping your nails fairly long and filed to a uniform length for quite some time now." "Oh.", I said hanging my head. "Chris, don't be uncomfortable. Really we don't mind. Like I said the girls and I were just curious."
"Well, to tell you the truth it's something my wife does to me on a regular basis. She enjoys it and I didn't see any harm in it.
So I just let her do it, but if other people are noticing maybe I better have her stop." "Well, what you and your wife do is your own business and you don't have to stop on our account. As a matter of fact, Sally, one of the hairdressers, said that she thought you'd make a cute girl. I just promised the other girls that I'd ask you about it. Now I can tell that you're all embarrassed. Really, I wouldn't care if you came in, in a dress and heels as long as you kept up the good work on the computer system." "Thanks Colleen."
The tension in the air was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. She didn't want to embarrass me further or make me feel any more uncomfortable than I was already feeling so she picked up her lunch, got up and left the room and did not mention it again.
I was very embarrassed but I was glad that she had taken the attitude that she did and as the day wore on I grew less uncomfortable about the situation.
That night when I got home I took the paper out of my pocket that Colleen had given me. "Crystle Arden, Arden Beauty Supply, San Francisco California." I called the number at the bottom. I had a long conversation with Ms. Arden and as it turned out the woman was looking for a very customized program that would keep track of an inventory of ingredients used in her line of hair care products, based on the sales of the finished product. That way she could not only keep track of how much product she had on hand, but based on current sales rate she could determine when she was running low on the ingredients necessary to manufacture it. I told her that I would be able to do the job. I would start working on it and send her a rough shell of the program via modem for her approval in about a week. After I had made any changes that she wanted we would see if we could come to an agreement on price.
CHAPTER 6 –JANICE
All during the day I had feelings ranging from fear that somebody would confront Chris and give him a bad time to exhilaration that I had made him go out wearing female attire that was obvious to anyone that looked at him. After Chris got off the phone he told me that Miss Summers had noticed the camisole through his shirt. "What did you tell her?", I asked. "I told her that it was you're idea." "And what did she say to that?" "Just that it was between you and me. Oh she also said that she and the other girls had noticed that I had worn them before and even the manicurist had noticed that my fingernails were manicured." I was surprised how calm Chris was taking the whole thing. As a matter of fact he almost seemed proud as he spoke, like he had conquered a fear.
As he was talking, the concerns that I had for him during the day, melted away and were being replaced by thoughts of sending him out wearing other articles of female attire. maybe even a blouse or girls slacks or maybe even a pair of girls shoes. My desire to make him go even further was growing inside me. Whenever I became upset with Chris for not wanting to do something he immediately crumbled and gave into my wishes. Over time, I began to enjoy having him circum to my wishes. This really came to a head at one point. I was shopping in a local leather store, looking for a new skirt. As I went through the racks of skirts, looking for something that interested me I happened to glance over to the back wall. This was where they put their more exotic fashions. Just to satisfy my curiosity I decided to check them out. As I was going though them I came across a red vinyl leotard. It had long sleeves and a high neckline and was made to be very form fitting. There was only one of them and oddly enough it was Chris's size. As I held the garment in my hand I could picture in my mind exactly what Chris would look like wearing a stuffed bra and the leotard. I had never bought any womens' clothes for Chris before and at first I had no intention of doing so. I stood there for quite some time thinking of how Chris would look wearing it and I began to grow excited. I thought to myself, "Should I actually buy this for him?" Finally I just took the leotard to the front of the store and paid for it.
On the way home I realized that I had forgotten all about getting a skirt for myself. When I got home I began planning how I was going to spring this on Chris. I knew him quite well and I knew that my buying him an article of womens' clothes would make him very uncomfortable. As I thought about it some more, I figured that if he gave me any resistance, I would just make him do it.
"Maybe if he does give me a bad time, I'll punish him for his arrogance.", I thought to myself.
As this thought went through my mind I became very turned on.
"Maybe I'll even humiliate him." I thought about dressing him up in the leotard, putting lipstick and makeup on his face. "Maybe I'll even put some perfume on him. Finally I'll put my red high heels on him, and invite some of my girlfriends over to show them what I do to my husband when he disobeys me." Although I knew that I would never do this to Chris, as I played this fantasy out in my head I took some strange sadistic pleasure at the thought of carrying it out.
Chris arrived home at about six P.M. "Come on upstairs Honey, There is something I want you to do.", I told him. "What is it?"
"You'll find out." I led him upstairs to the bathroom and told him to remove his clothes. As he was doing that I got out the razor and shaving cream that I used to shave my legs. "What are you doing?", he asked. "It's not what I'm doing, it's what you're doing. you're going to shave your legs." "The hell I am!" "Hay, watch that mouth of your's." I was speaking to Chris as if he were a youngster. "Now, take my razor and shaving cream, get in the shower and shave your legs like I told you to." "Awe come on, Janice." Chris reluctantly took the razor and shaving cream and stepped into the shower.
I waited for him in the bathroom asking him several times how he was doing. Finally about a half hour later he said he was done.
I opened the shower door and inspected him. There were still several blotches of hair on his legs. "I'm glad you don't shave my legs they look terrible." I took the razor and shaving cream from him and proceeded to complete the job he had started. When I finished shaving his legs I told him to raise his arms. He knew that I was about to shave his underarms and he looked at me as if he were going to protest but the look on my face made him back down. After I finished with his underarms I said, "Turn around and face me, I've decided I'm going to shave your chest too.
When I finished shaving him I got out the leotard, an under wire bra and a pair my panties to stuff in each of the cups. "See what I have for my pretty girl to wear." "Janice, where did you get that red thing?" "That red thing is a leotard, and I bought it for you today." "What for?" "For you to wear, what do you think?"
"Why is it made of plastic?" "To make you look all the more sexy, my dear." "Well I don't want to wear it." "Well you're going to. Now get over here!"
Chris walked over to me. I put his arms through the bra, slid it up into place, turned him around, and fastened it in back. I then took the panties and stuffed them into the bra. With that finished, I picked up the leotard and was about to put it on him when I got an idea. I went and got a spray bottle of perfume and sprayed the inside of the leotard, and then returned.
The leotard was designed to be very tight and it was quite a struggle to get him into it. I tucked his penis between his legs so that it wouldn't show after I had gotten him into it. As I was getting him into it Chris said, "Come on Janice, this is ridiculous." "Shut up, you're going to wear this!" After about five minutes of struggling with the garment I finally got him into it I had him turn around so that I could zip it up in back. It was a bit of a struggle to get it zipped up but eventually I was successful. I had Chris turn around so that I could see him. I was flabbergasted.
The leotard fit him like a second skin. There was not a wrinkle in it. His artificial breasts protruded out from the leotard like they were real and the slick vinyl glistened as the light reflected off of it. As I stood there looking at my husband, The desire to control him, to rule over him, to make him give in to my slightest wish was overwhelming me. I grabbed him by the arm and without saying a word dragged into the bedroom and sat him down at my vanity.
I started by applying bright red nail polish to his finger and toenails. Then I proceeded with his makeup. I started with a heavy pancake base. Then I put a dark brown eye shadow on his eyelids. next I darkened his eyebrows with and eyebrow pencil, extending them out in order to make them look thinner. Finally I took my bright red lipstick and put a very heavy coat on Chris's lips and covered that with lip gloss. "Now for giving me such a bad time I've got something extra for you." Chris just sat there and did not say a word. At this point the nail polish was dry and I decided that My paten leather high heels would be a nice touch so I got them out of my closet and put them on his feet. Then I walked over to my bureau drawer and got out a red bathing cap. I took bottle of perfume and sprayed the inside of the bathing cap.
Now, I wasn't going to make you wear this, but maybe it will teach you to be more cooperative in the future." I put the bathing cap on Chris and did up the chin strap. I led Chris downstairs to the living room and had him sit down. It was a warm night and in the vinyl leotard and bathing cap, it didn't take long before Chris started to sweat. "How long do I have to keep this stuff on?", he asked. "Until I say you can take it off!", I replied indignantly. We sat there watching TV. Eventually I got up to go to the bathroom. When I came back I noticed that Chris had undone the strap on the bathing cap and folded up the sides. "And just what do you think you're doing!" "Awe common Janice, I'm hot." "Awe, the poor little dear is hot."
I went into the bedroom and returned a few minutes with two stockings and a pair of dirty panties from the hamper. "Stand up." Chris did as I told him "Now, put your hands behind your back."
As Chris was putting his hands behind his back, he said, "Janice, please don't do this." I tied his hands behind his back. Then I pulled the bathing cap back down into place and did up the chin strap. "You've been belligerent, rude, foul mouthed, and uncooperative, and I'm tired of hearing you gripe and complain.
Now open your mouth." Chris just stood there. I slapped his face and screamed, "I said, open your mouth!" I rolled the dirty panties into a ball and stuffed them into his mouth. "Now keep that mouth open!" Chris held his mouth open as I had told him to do. I took the other nylon stocking, stretched it lengthwise, placed the middle across his mouth and then tied it behind his head in order to hold the panties in his mouth. "Now stand right there and don't move."
I went over to the hall closet, emptied it of the coats that were hanging there, went and got a small folding chair, placed it in the closet and had Chris sit in it. Then I took the steam humidifier down from the shelf in the closet, filled it with water, plugged it in and placed it in the closet with Chris. "You thought you were hot before now you're going to see how hot it gets when you defy me!" I shut the door on Chris and left him there.
As I sat to watch TV I could feel a rush of power. I had successfully controlled and humiliated my husband and he had given in to every one of my wishes. Then as time went on guilt feelings began to grow inside me. What I had done to Chris was rather cruel. From the time we first met he had never done anything to hurt me. His had always considered my feelings and happiness in anything we did. He had comforted me when I was sad. He could have stood up any time and opened the door to the closet if he had really wanted to, after all he wasn't tied into the chair. He could have refused to do any of the things that I told him to do, after all he is physically stronger than am. But no, he did everything I had asked him to, even though he didn't want to, he was doing it because it's what I wanted him to do. And now, how was I rewarding him for all his love and caring. I had dressed him like a girl, tied him up, and put him in a closet to suffer in humiliation. The longer I sat there The worse I felt.
Chris had been in the closet about two hours when I could stand the guilt no longer. I don't know why, I should have told Chris how terrible I had been to him and begged him for his forgiveness but my foolish pride would not allow it. I walked over to the closet, opened the door, had Chris stand up, turned him around untied his hands and the gag in his mouth, turned him around and removed the panties from his mouth, and told him he could come out now. I could tell had Chris had been very uncomfortable in there. His makeup had run all over the face from sweating and he looked about as wilted as a human being could get. He just walked over to the couch and sat down. He did not say a word to me. What made me feel worse than all the physical discomfort that I had put Chris through was that I could tell that I had hurt him inside. He just sat there with the saddest expression I had ever seen. he did not move. The TV was on and he just sat there staring at it. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, but in actuality it was only about forty five minutes. Finally I spoke up. "You can take that stuff of if you want."
Chris got up without saying a word, Chris got up and went upstairs. He returned about thirty minutes later with all the makeup washed off, the nail polish removed, and wearing his pajamas. We sat watching TV, without saying a word until about 11:00PM, when we went to bed.
The next morning we got ready for work. We sat there in silence eating our breakfast. He didn't even kiss me good-bye when he left for work. The days wore on in painful silence and the guilt built up inside me. What had I done? Why had I done it? These two questions rang in my head, We had a very happy marriage and now it was falling apart because of a moments pleasure on my part.
After about a week of this I could stand it no longer. We were eating supper and I felt that if we were ever going to break this silence, talk about this terrible problem that I had caused, and try to get back some of the wonderful relationship that we once had, it was going to be me that initiated it. I was extremely nervous. What if I did get him to talk and he told me that he didn't love me any more. He would be completely justified in feeling that way, I just don't know what I'd do if he felt that way. My hands were sweating and I couldn't think of anything to say. I just didn't have the courage to come right out and ask him to forgive me, so I decided to just try and start a conversation about anything. "I noticed you cut your fingernails.", I said as cheerfully as I could. "Uh huh.", Chris said very quietly without looking up from his plate. I could tell that he was still very upset and hurt from the incident of a week earlier. I wanted to keep the conversation going, but I was just too afraid and I couldn't think of anything to say. The both of sat there and finished our dinner in silence.
After supper we were in the living room reading Chris looked over at me and said, "Didn't you want me to cut my fingernails?" My head snapped up and I looked over at him. He had actually said something to me. "What?", I asked with my voice full of enthusiasm. "Didn't you want me to cut my fingernails." I didn't know what to say and there was silence for several seconds.
"Well, I don't really know, I thought you cut them because you didn't want them long anymore." Chris looked at me with a confused and surprised look. "I thought you didn't want to do that sort of thing anymore." "Why would you think that?" "Because I gave you such a bad time when you dressed me up last week. I'm sorry Janice please don't be mad at me anymore. I promise that from now on I'll do anything you want me to and I won't complain or give you back talk or anything. Please Janice!" Chris was crying at this point. I didn't know what to say. Finally I spoke up. "But Chris, I was so mean to you." "And I'm sorry that you had to be.", he said crying.
I had assessed the situation all wrong, Chris thought that I was mad at him and that is why he had been so quiet. "Chris, I'm not mad at you." "Really, I'm so glad. What made you change your mind." "Change my mind, I was never mad at you." Chris again had a confused look on his face. "I don't understand, you acted so mad last week when I said I didn't want to shave my legs or put on the Leotard. If you weren't mad at me then why did you tie me up and put me in the closet?" "It was a stupid fantasy that I had. I was selfish and cruel and I'm very sorry."
We hugged each other for several minutes, then Chris said, "Don't be sorry." Now it was me who was confused. "What do you mean, don't be sorry. Are you saying that you didn't mind that I did those things did to you?" "Well, now that I know it was a fantasy, It's kind of exciting and the next time you do it to me
I'll know. I just didn't like you being mad at me." "Chris, are you saying that you didn't mind me tieing you up?" "Not if I know you like doing it to me." Chris looked at me with the most loving expression. His face was red and his eyes were all swollen from crying.
I thought for a minute trying to asses the situation and then I decided to ask a more direct question. "Does that mean you want things to go back to the way they were before?" Chris smiled at me and batted his eyelashes. "Except for one thing." "Oh no", I thought to myself, "Here it comes. He won't let me dress me up anymore." "What is it?", I asked. "You have to promise me." "How can I promise, if I don't know what it is?" "You just have to promise." I hesitated for a second. "Ok. I guess after what I did to you I deserve it. I promise, no matter what." "You have to quit holding back. If I'm not mistaken you've always wanted to dress me up more often and make me wear more things, but you've always held back because you thought it was farther than I wanted to go. Am I right?" "Well yes, I guess so." "You have to promise that from now on, if you want me to wear some new item of women's clothes, or if you want to do something to me to make me more feminine, that you'll do it regardless of how you think I may feel about it." "Really?"
I was shocked but my heart leapt for joy inside me. I had always had a fantasy of dominating Chris into womanhood and here he was telling me to do it to him. "Yes really, and I want you to say it." "What do you mean?" "Say, I promise that if I want you to wear something, or if I want you to do something, or if I want to feminize you in some way, that I am going to do it, even if you may not want me to." "But what if it really is something you don't want to do?" "Listen Janice, When you tell me that I have to do something that I am afraid to do, it makes me even more excited to know that you're forcing me to do it and I like it even more."
"Chris, are you sure about this?" "Absolutely." "Ok then, let's do it up right." "What do you mean?" "Wait here."
I went and got a pad of paper. When I returned, Chris asked, "What's that for?" "I'm going to put it down in writing and then we're going to sign it. That way neither of us can back out of it." "Ok.", Chris replied, smiling. I thought for a minute and then started writing. "I Janice Wood, do solemnly swear to make you, Christopher Wood, wear any women's clothes that I want you to wear, anytime I want you to wear them, and make you wear them for as long as I want, as often as I want, and to make you do anything, regardless of how you may feel about it." I handed the paper to Chris. "There, how's that?" Chris took the pad and read it. "It sounds good to me." "Now for you're part.", I said with a sly look on my face. "My part?" "Yes, your part. I'm going to make sure that neither of us can back out." "Ok.", Chris said in a tone of voice as if to reassure me that this was what he wanted.
Again, I thought for a second. "I, Christopher Wood understand that the above statement, duly signed by my wife Janice, is irrevocable by me, and will remain in effect permanently." "How does that sound?" Again Chris took the pad and read it. He raised his eyebrows and swallowed. "Ok." "Are you sure. Because if we sign this, I intend to keep my end and I expect you to also." "No, this sounds good just the way it is." We both signed the contract, placed it in an envelope and put it in the top desk drawer.
"And now I think it's time for Mommy to get her little girl back again.", I said like a mother speaking to her young child.
Without saying a word Chris leapt forward and hugged my neck.
"Yes, I think Mommy is going to have to turn you into her little girl again. I've missed her so much." I could feel Chris's arms tighten around my neck as if to say, "Thank you, thank you!"
I finally understood.
This man who could single handedly design and program computer Systems worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.
This man who could take and emotionally hurting person such as myself and through his loving kindness and compassion nurse her back to health until she was psychologically a whole person who could feel good about herself again, was inside, just a child who desperately wanted and needed someone to force him to fulfill a desire that was hidden away in a remote corner of who he was. With all my psychological training I should have realized it earlier.
There was a small child inside Chris who wanted to be controlled, and told to do what he desperately wanted to do. This marked the end of the lowest point in our relationship. The bottom line was that things were back to normal except I knew Chris a little better. We were still going to get to play our little dressing game, but I was going to have to put a little more effort into dressing him and do it more often. Also I realized that with Chris's fragile personality I could never treat him cruelly ever again. "Lets take you upstairs and get you out of that awful underwear and put some nice pretty underthings on you." I took Chris by the hand, led him up to the bedroom and dressed him in my underwear.
The next morning while Chris was getting dressed I came in and told him to start wearing My underwear again. Chris smiled at me and got my panties and camisole. He was about to put them on when I got and idea. I picked up my bra and walked over to him. "I want you to wear this too." I handed him the bra. "Oh Honey, that will show through the shirt." "Come on, everybody at the salon already knows." "Yeah but, this will be even more obvious."
"That's ok, they don't mind and besides I want you to do it."
Chris did not say anything he just slipped his arms through the straps of the bra and pulled it up into place. I turned him around and fastened it in the back. I smiled at him and gave him a kiss. "That's my good girl.", I said to him. I turned and walked out of the room. Chris came down stairs a few minutes later. It was fairly easy to tell that he was wearing a bra. The extra material in that area plus the two sets of shoulder straps that showed through made it almost impossible not to notice.
As time went on Chris started wearing my underwear more and more and it wasn't long before Miss Summers noticed that along with the camisole, he was also wearing a bra. She even suggested once that he try padding it a little. I knew then that I didn't have to worry about sending Chris out wearing even more articles of womens' clothing, so I started making him wear my pantyhose too. At first he did not like wearing the them. He said that his leg hairs got caught in the weave and if he moved the wrong way they pulled. One night during sex I told him that I wanted him to wear my pantyhose to work the next day and again he complained about how they pulled the hair on his legs. "Ok then, I want you to start shaving your legs on a regular basis. That way you won't have any hair to pull."
The next morning when he got in the shower I reminded him that I wanted him to start shaving his legs and handed him my razor and shaving cream. Reluctantly he took them. That night during supper I asked him if the pantyhose were any more comfortable. He had to admit they were. So from then on Chris shaved his legs twice a week so that he had no excuse not to wear the pantyhose whenever I wanted him to.
CHAPTER 7 - CHRIS
At this point I wasn't wearing my own underwear very often and whenever I wore Janice's, I wore her panties, bra, camisole, and pantyhose. Because I was keeping not only my legs shaved, but my face and sometimes even my underarms, shaving became a real hassle and I complained to Janice on a regular basis. One morning, while I was stepping into the shower with the razor and shaving cream, I said, "I hate this. My skin is all dry, I have cuts on my legs, and it takes so much time." "Well, I have an idea." "What's that?", I asked. "There is a prescription that I have prescribed for a couple of my patients. They are women and they have a lot of facial hair. For a woman that can be quite traumatic and it was affecting their self esteem. As part of their treatment I used this drug which reduced a lot of their facial and chest hair, and made the hair on their legs a lot lighter too." "Chest hair?", Chris said, "You mean these women had chest hair?" "Yes, you can imagine how self conscious that must have made them." "Boy, that's weird." "Well, I'm going to get some for you and I want you start taking it." "It won't make me go bald will it?" "Of course not.
It wouldn't have helped them much if they started losing hair from the top of their heads." "It's safe, Isn't it." "Of course it is. I wouldn't give anything to you or my patients if it wasn't." The next night Janice brought home these wonder pills and I started taking two of them each morning with my regular daily vitamins.
A few days after I started taking the pills I woke up with a bad headache. Although it was the worst headache that I could remember. At first, I didn't connect it with the pills that Janice was giving me. I took four aspirins and the pain finally subsided to the point where I could function. About two weeks later the same thing happened, I woke up with another bad headache. This was something that had never happened before and after second time, I tried to come up with a cause. The only thing I could think of was the pills that Janice was giving me. The more I thought about it, the more I suspected the pills, so I asked Janice, "Do you think that these pills could be causing these headaches that I'm having?"
"I really don't think so. I haven't had any complaints from My patients and I haven't read that there are any side affects, much less headaches. If it were the pills that were giving you the headaches you wouldn't be having them every two weeks, you're taking them every day. But I will check into it for you."
About the time of the second headache was the first time I noticed a reduction in hair growth. I went into the bathroom one morning to shave and noticed that I barely needed one. It only took about two minutes to remove what little hair there was on my face and I noticed that even that hair was softer and easier to cut.
Janice got back to me a few days after she said that she would look into it. "I read everything I could find on the drug, and called the drug company that makes it and came up empty. If it is the pills causing the headaches you're the only one that's getting them." With my beard starting to lighten, I was subconsciously hoping that the pills were not the cause because I was really looking forward to not having to shave as often. Every few weeks I would wake up with another headache, but I was able to treat it with aspirins, and I knew that the pills were not the cause so I finally decided to just live with it.
At this point I had been working on the program for the girl in California for about three months and sending the updates to her via modem, over the phone lines. I had reached a point where the program had to be brought up on all of the computers placed throughout her small factory. This could not be done without actually going out there. It would take about two weeks of work to get the entire thing set up so I spoke to Colleen about taking some time off from the salon to go out to California and wrap up the project. She reluctantly agreed to let me go.
When I told Janice that I had to go to California for two weeks, she seemed kind of sad. "But Honey, do you have to go, We've never been apart for that long. I'm going miss you so much."
"I know sweetheart, I'm going to miss you too." The next day I bought my plane ticket and made all the other necessary plans to leave on the following Monday. On Monday morning I went into the Salon for half a day because my flight was at four O:Clock P.M. As I was getting ready to leave to go home to pick up my suitcase a strange thing happened.
All of the girls in the salon came up to me one at a time and said how much they were going to miss me. "You know, you girls are the greatest.", I said to all of them, "It's really wonderful working with each of you and I don't know what I'm going to do after I finish up here. It's as if each of you has become a close friend."
Sally (one of the hair stylists), came over to me and pulled me off to the side to speak to me in private. "You know Chris, your hair is getting kind of long." "I know, but my wife likes it that way. so I don't want to get it cut." "No, that's not what I was suggesting at all. Colleen told us about you and your wife.
And I was just wondering, when you got back, if you wanted to stay late some night, or if you wanted to come over to my house, or even if you'd like me to come over to your house, I'd like to do you hair sometime. I know I could make you look really pretty." "Why don't you think it looks ok?" "It looks fine for a boy. I just thought---." She hesitated for a second. "You might like to try, well---, a girl's hair style." I looked at her dumb founded.
Colleen had mentioned that Sally thought that I would make a cute girl, but I never thought that she would make an offer like that.
"I don't know Sally." "I know that my offer must have come as a shock to you, and you might never want to take me up on it, I just wanted you to know that I would be willing if you ever were interested." "Thanks Sally." As I left the shop I just couldn't get over Sally's offer to do my hair.
When I arrived home, Janice was there waiting for me. "I took the afternoon off so that I could see you off." "Thanks honey, I really appreciate it." I packed some last minute things into my suitcase and was about to close it when Janice came into the room carrying the pills she had gotten me and the bottle of aspirins.
"Here honey, I want you to take your pills while your in California. I've gotten use to you the way you are and I wouldn't want you coming back to me all hairy.", she said smiling. I took them from her without saying a word and placed them in the suitcase. "Now don't forget." "I won't.", I said quietly. "Do you promise?" I looked over at her and gave out a sigh. "I promise." Although, in my mind, I knew that it couldn't be the pills that were causing my headaches, I wanted to prove it to myself so I was going to stop taking them on my trip but since I had promised Janice I wasn't going to be able to. I closed up my suitcase and Janice and I got in the car and headed for the airport.
The first few days in California were pretty uneventful. Ms. Arden was very excited about finally getting my program on-line.
She was impressed with how well it turned out and complemented me on my hard work. The fifth day I was there, something strange happened. I began to grow very uneasy. I was nervous and uncomfortable about something but I couldn't put my finger on it.
The following night it was raining very hard when I was ready to go back to the motel where I was staying. It was only a short walk from Crystle's business (I was on a first name basis with Ms. Arden by this point), but I hadn't packed any rain gear.
Crystle said that she was very sorry but she had planned on working all night and had let a friend borrow her car, otherwise she would have been able to give me a ride. The rain was coming down in buckets.
I had never seen it rain that hard back east and if I tried to make it I would have gotten absolutely soaked. I stood there staring out the window for several minutes. "Doesn't this stuff ever let up." "It's liable to keep up for several hours." I had been working since Seven Thirty that morning and it was now Nine thirty at night and I was very tired.
Finally Crystle spoke up, "Look, if you don't mind looking a little silly, I might have a solution for you." "What's that?", I asked. "I have a rain coat, hat and boots that you can borrow."
"That's odd", I thought to myself, "All these women in my life want to look like one of them. First Janice, then Sally at the salon, and now Crystle." But that thought quickly passed. Crystle was just trying to help me get back to my motel room without getting completely soaked. "Ok", I said, at this point I'll try anything."
Crystle walked over to the closet and got out her rain coat, hat and boots. "Here see how these fit." They were all made of red plastic. I slipped ont the coat and snapped it up then I put on the hat. It was fisherman's style with strings to tie under the chin. "This should be fine." "Not really. The water gets several inches deep when it rains like this and you'll ruin your shoes.
It's just a suggestion, but you better wear the boots." I took another look out the window and decided that she was right. I took off my shoes and put on the boots. They were a high heeled style with about a two inch heel. They were a little tight but they fit ok. "Boy I hope no one sees me like this," "Come here. With the wind blowing like it is the hat wouldn't stay on your head for two seconds.", Crystle said as she tied the hat under my chin. "I wouldn't worry about anyone seeing you. I thought you would look silly, but you look fine. I never noticed it before but you're face looks a lot like a girls' with this stuff on, no one will know the difference." She stepped back to look at me. "I can't get over it, you look really cute like that.", she said laughing.
I thanked her and headed out for the motel. The water was so deep that when I ran it splashed all over my pants so I had to walk. The walk was about half a mile and I made it in about ten minutes. When I got into my room I walked by the mirror. When I did I could see myself out of the corner of my eye. I was shocked at what I saw. It didn't even look like me. I remembered what Crystle had said about my face looking like a girl's. As I continued to look at myself in the mirror I began to notice a difference in my face. Sure it had less hair because of the pills I was taking, but there seemed to be something different. My facial features seem to be a little softer and rounder. After thinking about it I brushed it off as my imagination.
I walked over to a chair and sat down to relax. I was so tired that I didn't even take off the rain gear. It felt so good to sit down that I just sat there for several minutes. As I was sitting there I began to realize that the uneasy feeling I had was gone. I was feeling really good. Finally I got up, got undressed, showered. As I was looking at myself in the mirror I did a double take. My face looked different, but also my chest looked like it had more fullness and roundness. Without even thinking, I said to myself out loud, "I'm growing breasts." I went to bed but I slept very restlessly I couldn't stop thinking about how it seemed my body was changing.
Over The next few days I grew more and more uneasy. I called Janice one night when I got back to my motel room. It was so good to talk to her. I missed her very much. She was glad to hear from me and started the conversation. "I needed to have my hair done so I went down to Colleen's salon.", she said, "Those girls are very nice, and they did a great job on my hair. I think I'm going to have my hair done there from now on. And boy, do they think the world of you. Especially that Sally, she is the one who did my hair. If I didn't trust you as well as I do, I'd be worried about her." "Janice, you know that I could never do anything like that to you. Even if I was attracted to another girl, I love you too much to ever act on it." "I know. That's why said that I trust you before I told that I would worry about her." "Well actually it's kind of nice having you be concerned about other women, it let's me know that you still love me. I rained something awful out her the other day. I was so bad that I had to borrow Crystle's raincoat. I felt really foolish. I was afraid someone would notice me as a boy wearing a girl's raincoat." "Crystle? Who is Crystle?", Janice asked "Ms. Arden. She's the woman who owns arden Beauty Supply." "Well, I don't think you have anything to worry about, you look so good dressed up as a girl that I don't think any one would mind, besides your in San Francisco now people out there don't mind that sort of thing as much. Maybe we'll move out there some day that way I can dress you up in more elaborate outfits and make you go outside." Janice laughed that sly little laugh that she has.
"You know, now that you mention that I look so good dressed up as girl. When I got back to my room, I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked different." "Different? How?" "I don't know, just different. It looked like if you put a little makeup on me you wouldn't be able to tell that I wasn't a girl. And when I got out of the shower it looked as if I were growing breasts." "Honey, that's ridicules, how could you be growing breasts. You've always looked like a girl in the face. I think that's one of the reasons I like dressing you up so much." "I don't know. It just seems I look more like a girl than ever." "It's probably because your facial an chest hair are so much lighter." "That's what I thought at first, but as I continued to look at myself it did seem that there was something else different about me." "I'm sure it's all in your mind." "I suppose your right. Well I guess I better get some sleep. I got a lot of work to do tomorrow. I love you." "I love you too honey. I can't wait till your home again." "Neither can I." I hung up the phone and went to bed.
The rest of my trip went pretty much according to plan. It rained three more times and I was a little less nervous about wearing Crystle's rain gear. I did notice on the third time that the uneasy feeling that I was having, went away each time I wore her coat, hat, and boots. Again I just brushed it off as being all in my mind. One thing I did notice, was that I did not have a headache all the time I was in California. This proved to me that whatever was causing them, it was not the pills.
By the time the two weeks were up, the program was up and running. They were still keeping inventory manually, but each time they ran low on a product or an ingredient the program either generated an order for that ingredient or warned them it was time to produce more of the product. Once it even printed an order for aloe (an ingredient used in one of their shampoo lines that theymissed in there manual inventory system. This impressed Crystle and most of the other people in the office. It was so good to finally get home. I had missed Janice so much and it was obvious that she had missed me too. She met me at the airport and when we saw each other we ran toward each other and hugged each other for several minutes. "Let me look at you.", she said, holding me back at arms length. "It's so good to see you again." Then she got an odd look on her face. I guess the best way to describe it is surprised approval. her eyebrows raised up and she got a secretive smile on her face. Then she grabbed me again and hugged me very tightly.
The next few days were spent getting back into my normal grove. I was very tired. I had worked between sixty and eighty hours a week while I was in California and I slept about ten hours a night for the first two nights in order to catch up.
CHAPTER 8 - JANICE
When Chris first returned, I hadn't dressed him for quite a while and it took me a while to get back my boldness. It was during this time that Chris mentioned an uneasy feeling he had developed while he was in California. The reason the subject came up was because he was continuing to have these feelings after he got home. This was obviously psychological, which was my area of expertise so we decided to talk about it to see if we could find the problem. After about a week I noticed a pattern. I was back to the point where I was dressing Chris in my previous day's underwear. This seemed to coincide with a lessening of his feelings of uneasiness. They had started to subside quite a bit but had leveled off and had not completely gone away. I did not tell Chris what I suspected, but I did try a simple experiment. Each night we sat down and talked about how he was feeling. On two occasions during the week I dressed him up extra elaborately. One night I put him in full makeup, earrings, high heels, and even some of my perfume. I kept track of how Chris described how he felt and I noticed a pattern starting to develop, a pattern that I suspected would emerge. On the nights that I dressed Chris up with extra things he seemed to feel less uneasy.
When I was sure that it was not just my imagination, I decided to confront him with my findings.
"Chris, I think I can see a pattern starting to develop here.
It's a classic pattern that occurs in more people than you would think. It usually starts in childhood, which I think is the case with you." "In childhood, what do you mean?" "Well when a child experiences something very traumatic it can sometimes have very long lasting effects." "Well, what traumatic experience could I have had?" "I think the time when those girls dragged you into the woods and stripped you so they could see your panties, it effected you very deeply. That night when you told me about it, just before you started your story, I don't think you even realized you said it, but admitted that you weren't sure you liked what they did to you. But when I questioned you on the statement afterwards you denied ever having expressed any doubt, you said that you definitely didn't like it." "Well, I didn't." "I think, at first, you didn't. But it made such a deep impression on you that you couldn't stop thinking about it.
Then, in order to deal with it, you started to accept it, and eventuality, subconsciously, you even developed a liking for it.
It's not unlike a child who is sexually molested by an adult. Quite often they grow up wanting to be tied up or whipped during sex." "That's sick." "It's not sick, it's a defence mechanism.
If they remained as repulsed by the experience as they were when it first happened to them, it would destroy them emotionally." "Does that mean everyone who is into the S and M scene was sexually molested as a child?" "No I seriously doubt that. But let's get back to you.
After I found out how much dressing you up, stimulated you sexually, I started doing it to you on a regular basis." "But I thought you did it because you liked doing it to me." "I do, but I never would have started if I hadn't found out that you liked it too. And once I started doing it on a regular basis you had a way of fulfilling a desire that you had suppressed for years." "Well, what does all this have to do with my headaches and feelings of uneasiness?" "Well, the headaches started shortly after that time I tied you up and put you in the closet. At this point you were afraid of losing that fulfillment.
This put you under great stress and when we finally made up you wanted me to dress you up even more. I was a little slow at giving you what you wanted. The stress that you had recently experienced and your increased desire was what caused you headaches to start. Then when you went to California you again experienced an extended period of time when I didn't dress you, and again the stress built up causing your feelings of discomfort. "You know, I bet that's why I though I saw breasts growing on my chest and why I thought my face was growing more feminine looking." "Your mind was finding impossible to deal with the fact that you were unable to dress while you were in California, and that's what caused your uneasiness and feelings of distress, but it was something else that's causing to think your growing breasts and the changes in the look of your face." "What's that?" "It's not your imagination.
That part is my fault." "What do you mean!" "Chris..." I hesitated, trying to put as lightly as possible, in order to defend my actions and to make Chris as comfortable as I could with what I had done to him.
"Chris. Let me start by saying that it's nothing that can't be reversed, but ever since I first dressed you, I've been noticing your moods. And it's been obvious for a long time that your happiest when you're dressed as a woman. Each time I've had you wear something new, I've watched how your happier. Sure your nervous about it for a while, but then you get use to it and your happier.
So finally I decided to take things a little farther. I knew that you wouldn't be able to handle it so I didn't tell you the whole truth about the pills." "What truth?" "Well...", I cleared my throat. "They are female hormones." "Female hormones!"
"Relax. the affects are still completely reversible, if you stop taking them. I've always intended to tell you before it was too late, and now is that time. That's why I know that it wasn't the pills that have been causing your headaches.
Doctors and psychiatrists have been prescribing them for years and headaches have never been one of the symptoms." "I can't believe that you would do something like that without telling me."
"I did it to help you and you can always stop taking if you want to." "I don't know, I'm so confused." Chris put his hands over his face and shook it back and forth as if to say no. He finally took his hands down and looked at me. "What if I decide to stop taking the pills and dressing like a girl?" " I'm afraid that the headaches and uneasiness will only get worse and it you could develop even more symptoms and I really couldn't recommend that."
"So what do we do about it?" "Well, I'm sorry to say, the psychiatric and medical professions have been trying to treat deep seated obsessive behaviors such as your's with virtually no success. It's not like getting a smoker off of cigarettes, or an alcoholic off of drink. It's more like trying to cure a pedophile or a rapist. "Are you saying I'm like one of those people?" "No Honey, not at all. What you do, hurts absolutely no one. I'm just saying that to eliminate this obsession would be just as impossible as it would with something like that." "So when you say, act out my desires, just exactly what do you mean?" "Why, wear more of my clothes and things, of course." "Like What?"
"Well, I want to start, by having you wear my shoes. When you've grown used to that I want to start having you wear a little makeup, then some lipstick and some lip gloss, and then some blush.
Eventually we could add eye makeup. When you got use to that we could start having you wear nail polish, your nails are looking very nice these days. Then you could start wearing my skirts, blouses and dresses. By that point we should have your hair done like a woman. After that, it wouldn't be any trouble to have you wear jewelry and carry a purse." "But, except for having my hair done up like a woman, you've dressed me up in those things before."
"Yes, but that was only playtime. It's time we started doing it for real!" "What do you mean for real?" "Wearing them all the time."
"Do you mean you want me to start wearing them to work?" "To work, while doing errands, around the house---. All the time"
"No! Absolutely not!" "Honey, I won't force you to do it, but I don't think you have much choice. If you don't, your headaches and feelings of uneasiness will only get worse, and eventually you could even have a nervous breakdown." "No, I think if stop wearing your underwear, and you stop trying to feminize me every time we have sex, that these urges will slowly become less and less important to me. They weren't all that important to me before we started playing our little sex games and I think if we stop, things will go back to the way they were."
"Honey, I really recommend against it. Your desires are so deep seated that they will never go away and you run the risk of doing serious emotional damage to yourself." "I don't think so. I bet if I just stop wearing your things that the desire will go away and eventually I'll be fine" "Honey, believe me, it won't happen! It's just not that simple." "Janice, I respect your knowledge and judgement a great deal, but in this instance I think you're wrong. I think I know myself better than anything and I think I can beat this thing." "I knew that Chris was wrong, but what more could I say, at this point his mind was made up."
