By Bea
He made me wait for him in the restaurant. In the old days, this might have aggravated me somewhat, but today? Today his bad manners fell right in with my plans. I smiled to myself and lifted the second handbag from the seat beside me and checked the contents. Yes, everything was there. I felt the corners of my mouth turn up in an anticipatory smile. Checked the hold all at my feet. Yes, it was still there Then I closed the handbag, put it back where it had been, and opened my own.. Pulled out my compact and checked my lipstick. It was fine. Carefully studied my facial features.
Small nose. Fairly high cheek bones. Fine eyebrows – dark to match my dark – very dark – hair. I was wearing it pulled back today. Thought it gave me a rather cold look. This might come in handy, I thought – smiling again. My eyes? Their almond shape gave away the Japanese genes, probably inherited from my grandmother, along with the jet black hair that Perry was so fond of. He loved to smooth it with the palms of his hands and was constantly worried that I’d have it colored. Not that his opinions would be carrying much weight one way or the other from now on I thought.
I had chosen the booth I sat at with care. A nice view of the garden at the back, though the rain was discouraging any walkers on this particular day. Somewhat secluded from the other diners by a large potted fern type plant. I wondered if it were plastic. The manufacturers of these things have become very proficient at incorporating little flaws into the overall appearance. Little flaws meant to hide the fundamental falseness of the whole thing. Something like my marriage to Perry. I’d seen the flaws – the strutting, the posturing, the aggressiveness – all the little ‘manly’ habits and attitudes he used and projected. Had been taken in by them so easily. Smiled comfortably to myself. Wondered at my own calmness.
The waitress appeared from nowhere. A pretty, bouncy little thing. “Ma’am? Would you like a drink while you’re waiting? Perhaps your party may have been held up by the rain? There seems to be quite a few accidents happening.”
I smiled up at her. “No thank you dear. I don’t imagine they’ll be much longer now. I’ll order then. But by the way? When my husband comes, I’d like him to sit across from me. Then when my lady friend comes? Have her sit beside him. Would you please?”
“Surely ma’am, but are you sure you don’t want me to layout a place setting for her just now?” she asked brightly.
“No thanks. I don’t want to tip him off that my friend is coming. Okay?”
“Yes Ma’am. Sure.” She smiled at me again, and flounced off, her petticoats displaying quite nicely, and left.
Then I saw Perry come in to the room. He obviously didn’t see me because of the plant, so I stood up and moved into his view. Waved and got him to see me. As I’d expected, my clothes got his attention, his negative reaction apparent even from thirty feet away, but he waved, then took his coat off and traversed the distance between us, his face a little cold, his hair a little wet.
He bent towards me and gave me a light kiss on the cheek.
“Hello darling,” I said cheerfully. “Miserable day, huh? Have any trouble getting here?”
“No. As you know, it’s not too far to the office, so just got a taxi, rather than drive and fight for a parking spot.” He cocked his head. “So what’s this all about?”
“You can’t get invited out to lunch by your wife?” I asked lightly.
“Well, it’s not something you do very often, and I’m surprised at the clothes you’re wearing. A pant suit? You know how I feel about women in pants – and it does look kinda expensive.”
“Yes dear – you have made that point more than once – but we can discuss it later. First though darling? Do you have your wallet with you?”
He gave his head a quick shake, obviously surprised by both my answer and the non-deferential tone I’d used, but answered me. “Sure! Of course I have it with me!”
“May I see it?” I asked.
“What’s all this in aid of?” he asked, but reached into his inside jacket pocket and withdrew it.
“May I see it please?” I asked, holding my hand out.
Confused by my behavior, he put it in my hand.
“Thank you dear.” I said, taking it and putting it into the second handbag I’d brought with me. Then we both sat down.
“I’m lost! What in the name of hell are you doing! Give me my wallet back please?” he said firmly, just as Lily arrived. “Hi Alison!” she said to me cheerfully. “Hi boss!” she said to him, sliding into the seat beside him, effectively blocking his exit.
“What are you doing here?” he asked her.
“I’m buying her lunch too, sweetie,” I told him. “My two favorite people in the world? Thought we could all relax and have a nice, chatty, lunch. Girl talk. That kind of thing.”
He blushed a little, which I knew would infuriate him. He is very fair skinned, blue eyes, blonde. Small – about my size – and quite a lot smaller than Lily, his Personal Assistant at work. He manages a group of about twelve women, in a clerical department in a small company. His need for a personal assistant is strictly an ego thing – and he flaunts his authority at work and, up until now, over me as well.
“Well, it’s nice of you to ask me I suppose,” he said dubiously, “but I don’t have all day.”
“No need to be rude darling.” I said softly. “We have a lot to talk about.” I saw the waitress coming. “Let’s order drinks.” I suggested.
He nodded. I ordered a Bombay gin martini, up and dry. Lily opted for a Scotch on the rocks.
He thought for a minute. “Jack Daniels on the rocks.” he told the girl.
“Miss?” I said. “Change that order to a Shirley Temple, would you please?”
“You don’t want the martini?” she asked.
“No. I don’t want him to have a Jack Daniels. Okay?”
She looked mystified, but nodded and went on her way.
Perry’s amazement had effectively gagged him. He licked his lips and stared at me for a split second, then raised his hand as if to call the waitress back.
“PERRY!” I snapped. “You just hold on there!”
He relaxed back into his seat. Stared at me. “What is going ON here? Who do you think you are talking to?”
I paused for a moment or two. I was allowing him to get to me, I thought.
“Well?” he asked imperiously
“I’m thinking.” I said deliberately. Then I spoke to him again. “May I reverse your question darling?” I said forcing myself to speak slowly and in a mild tone.. “Rephrase it to – who do YOU think is talking to you?”
“Have you gone nuts?” he asked seriously. “You’re my wife. You’re talking to me. Is that too complicated for you?”
“Sarcasm is not an appropriate way of talking to me dear. I don’t appreciate it. Please behave yourself. So you think it’s your wife – Alison – that you’re conversing with?”
His mouth had literally dropped open, but just then, the waitress appeared with our drinks. “Martini for you, ma’am, a Scotch on the rocks for you ma’am – and a Shirley Temple for you sir?” she sniggered a little as she put his glass in front of him.
He stared at the frothy concoction in front of him, shook his head. “Take this garbage away!” he said angrily.
“Leave the girl alone Perry!” I said sharply. Then I spoke to her. “That’ll be fine. Just leave it. Thank you.”
His face flaming with suppressed anger, he addressed Lily. “Go and sit somewhere else. I have to have a private discussion with my wife and I certainly don’t need you here. Go away!”
She grinned at him. “Perry? I don’t think so. I’ve been looking forward to this for quite some time now. Think I’ll just hang around. See what develops.”
I must admit it – he acted his part beautifully. The poor dear hadn’t a clue as to what was coming at him, head on. He took a deep breath, and relaxed back into his chair. His face was still crimson, but it was fading a little with each passing second. “I’m sure I’ll find out what is on your tiny feminine minds pretty soon,” he drawled. “You and I Alison? We’re going to have a very interesting discussion as soon as I get you alone. You Lily? Remember how happy you were when I promoted you out of the typing pool? I can always demote you back down into it again.”
It was Lily’s turn to flush and she took a deep breath so that she could unleash a verbal attack on him, but I leaned over and touched her forearm with my fingertips. “Lily? Don’t let him get to you. It’s our turn now.”
“Our turn?” he sneered. “Your turn? This I gotta see!”
Perry has always had a turn – and a tone – of phrase that could aggravate me almost beyond endurance, but I had mentally prepared myself for this day for at least a month and knew that his reign was almost over. I took an appreciative sip of my martini and smiled kindly at him.
“Lovely!” I sighed. “I’ve always liked a nice drink with my lunch. “Perry darling? You’re not drinking your Shirley Temple. Have a drink of it? Just for me?”
I think that my lack of reaction to his nasty comment shocked him about as much as my words did. Whatever the reason, he was obviously confused. Out of his depth. “I don’t drink this kind of junk,” he said. But there was an uncertainty there. I leaned across the table. “You do NOW Perry. Take a sip!” And I put some force in my voice.
He peered at me, uncertainty written in his eyes as plain as day. Then in a sort of dazed fashion, lifted the pink concoction and took a sip. “Yech!” he said, and put the glass down.
Still leaning across the table, I patted his arm. “Very good Perry!” I said in a mock maternal tone, then sat back in my chair. “But you never answered my question darling?” I said smoothly. “As in WHO do you think is talking to you?”
“But I did answer you before.” He said.
I grinned to myself – was there a plaintive note in his voice now? Was his façade finally starting to crumble?
“But you were sarcastic with it, if I remember correctly. Want to try again?” I said gently.
Lily prodded him with her finger. Mocking openly now. “Yeah boss! About time you were showing a little respect around here!” And then she burst out laughing! I smiled across the table at her. “Oh Lily!” I admonished her mildly.
Then I spoke to Perry again. He was looking quite frightened now. “If you want? I’ll tell you who’s talking to you now. Also? Who’s is actually sitting beside you? Would you like that?”
He nodded, all traces of truculence fading fast.
“Not good enough darling. Ask me nicely! Show some respect! Show some manners!”
Anger flared in his eyes for a split second, but then the confusion took over again. “I’m sorry. Yes please. I’d like to know what this is all about.”
“MUCH better! Oh yes!” I told him. “But the waitress is coming over to take out orders I think. I’ll tell you after she leaves. But dearie?”
“Yes?”
“While she’s here? I’d like you to tell her what a pretty uniform she is wearing. Especially the petticoats. Okay?”
“Why in hell would I do a thing like that?” he blustered.
I stared at him in the most challenging way I knew how. His eyes dropped, and I knew at that point, that we had him. Right in the palms of our hands!
The waitress arrived a few seconds later. Naturally, as I was the senior lady at the table she asked if I’d care to order. I smiled at her. “Yes dear, thank you”. Pointed at Perry. “He’ll have a small garden salad. Easy on the dressing. No bread. Give him a refill on the Shirley Temple. I’ll have a steak – medium rare. Baked potato. A refill on the martini. Lily?”
Lily smiled at the girl and pointed at me. I’ll have what she’s having – except I’ll have another Scotch. Then she smiled at Perry. “You were saying something about the uniforms in here Perry?”
His lips actually trembled! If I hadn’t seen the gradual breakdown of his persona over the last few minutes, I would never have believed it! He licked his lips. Tried to smile confidentially, but it was a ghastly attempt.
“I was just commenting how pretty you girls are,” he mumbled. “Your uniforms are most attractive.”
The girl preened. “Why thank you sir! They’re very feminine, and some of the girls don’t like them because they’re kinda swishy. Know what I mean?”
“Yes . . well no, ” he stumbled. “But I see what you mean. The petticoats and all . .”
“Oh yes sir!” she replied proudly. “Though being a male, you probably don’t understand how layered petticoats feel SO good on a girl . .” At this point, she saw his discomfiture and puzzled, thanked us for our order and left.
“Well done darling!” I enthused. “Wasn’t he good, Lily?”
She smirked. “Remember lover, it was me that predicted this, huh?”
I reached over the table, took her hand in mine. Brought it to my lips and gave it a tender kiss. “As always darling, your intuition amazes me!” I said laughing. Then turned back to Perry.
“I’m going to talk for a little while now. So shut up and listen. When I want any comments from you? I’ll ask. Understood?”
His mouth worked as if he wanted to say something, but couldn’t. I nodded.
“About a year ago? Being the compliant little wife I was, I thought to please you. You were so BUSY doing work for the company in the evenings on our computer? I thought how wonderful it would be if I could learn to assist you? Take some of that load off your shoulders? Be your humble assistant? But, stupid little housewife me? Computers were away over my head, weren’t they? What was I to do?”
I took a drink of my martini. Smiled at Lily. Started talking again. “Wanted it to be a surprise for you. Then when I started taking computer classes during the day and saw the scope of what I had in mind, I quickly realized that I had to have some idea of what you were doing if I was to be of any help at all. Called Lily and, after swearing her to secrecy, told her what I was thinking of. She was scared at first – after that nasty review you gave her last year, who could blame her? But she started helping me.”
I stared at him, the shock of what I’d discovered at that point still searing my mind. “And between what she was telling me and I was learning in class, I learned to access our computer during the day when you were at work – and found out what places you were accessing at night – when you were supposed to be researching. You were having fun? Weren’t you?”
I took another drink, well aware that my tone was getting overly strident. Lily was flashing me warning glances, and his face was taking on an ashen hue. Forced myself to calm down. “Then darling? I followed you into the chat room you loved. It took me quite a while before I discovered that the MAN I loved was a submissive!” I smiled. “What a surprise when I found out that you were a favorite of the dommes there because you were so pretty? Because you curtsied so sweetly? That you were SO partial to going down on them? And if they were masculine – how you loved to suck their dildos?” I looked at his horrified face and whispered venomously. “Drink your goddamned Shirley Temple you goddam sissy! NOW!”
He was just too eager to hide his face in the glass. But then Lily started in on him, eager for her pound of flesh.
“She was SO shocked when she filled me in boss. I had to check you out. You got on so well with all the other little subbies. But you kept disappearing for times. I wondered what you were up to in all those private little chats when you’d were obviously taking. So I took on a new identity. Suggested the same to Alison. We came into that chat room with quite a splash, didn’t we? Actually looking for you.”
“You were Mistress X?” He asked, his voice quavering.
“No darling. That was ME!” I replied. “Lily was Ms. Cassandra!”
“Oh Jesus!” He half whispered.
Lily grinned at me over the table. “He was in subbie heaven, wasn’t he? TWO dommes! Spanking him, humbling him! SO eager to please!” She turned back to him. “Actually? When we started, we had no idea of what the hell to do. But you were in such a hurry to kiss our asses, we learned a lot from you – quickly. Set up our own page on the web soon after – again primarily for you. But did you know that your shy little wife is now one of the premier dominas on the web?”
“And making more money than I know what to do with sweetie.” I interjected.
“And gonna make a lot more pretty soon!” Lily laughed.
“Got THAT right sister!” I laughed back.
“Yeah boss. It was fun when we discovered that you’d actually DO what we told you.” Lily said.
I leered at him. “That first pair of panties you borrowed from my lingerie drawer? Didn’t know that I knew all about it, did you?” I said.
“And your face when you came to work? All blushing and red any time anybody looked at you!” Lily added.
“And in Nordstroms? Did you know what Lily thought up?” I asked.
He stared at me, eyes open wide now. Lips dry, despite him constantly licking them. Shook his head.
“She went to security there. Told them that you were a transvestite and that you were too shy to pay for the clothes you wanted. So they kept a camera on you the whole time and recorded all of the pretty little things you lifted – then she paid for them too. We got a copy of that – will be showing it on the net regularly pretty soon. Amazing what people will pay to see!”
“That was so cool!” Lily laughed. “And Alison and I laughed our heads off when you got that bikini wax job!”
“And how you tried to hide it from me, by hurrying into your pajamas at night!” I added.
“Dear? Please don’t do this. I’m your husband . . I deserve better than this.” He was pleading now.
“Husband?” I retorted. “You wearing the pink bra, panties, and the garter belt along with the stockings you were ordered to wear under your outerwear today?”
He swallowed. “Yes.”
“Yes WHAT?” Lily snapped and prodded him sharply with her finger.
“I’m sorry Ms. Cassandra, ” he whimpered, shrinking away from her in fear, then looked at me. “Sorry Mistress X. Yes, I am wearing what you told me.
“Nice scarlet polish on your toenails?” I asked.
He bowed his head. “Yes Mistress.”
“Let me see!” I said.
He lifted his head and stared at me.
“Kick your shoes and socks off you dummy!” I ordered.
His eyes never left mine as he squirmed in his chair, but I knew when he was finished. Lifted the tablecloth that was obscuring my view and looked down to see my husbands pretty feet, encased in nylons, dainty scarlet toenails visible through his stockings.
“Melissa? Undo your pants belt and your zipper,” I told him, reaching down for the hold all.
“What for?” He asked, then squealed girlishly as Lily tugged sharply on his ear.
“Do as you’re told!” she snapped
He fumbled under the table for a moment, then looked up at me pleadingly. “Alison . . “
I never gave him a chance to finish. Took one pant leg in each hand and gave a sharp tug. He wailed slightly as I removed them from around his feet and let them lie on the floor beside his shoes and socks. “Here Melissa. Put this on!” I commanded, giving him the first article from the hold all under the table – a heavy rayon skirt, somewhat bouffant, medium length. Dark brown background with large yellow polka dots. He seemed shocked when it dawned on him what he held in his hands, but he jiggled around with his hands under the table, then worked it up into position.
“Gotta admit it,” Lily said. “Thought he was going to bitch about being called Melissa in public.”
“Why should he?” I said. “It’s his favorite name for himself, no?” I turned back to him. “Tie off now, sweetie. Quick now! Then your jacket!”
“No!” he said adamantly, his old personality coming to the fore again.
I pursed my lips. “Lily? Do you want to put him over your knees for a spanking, or should I do it?” I asked her conversationally.
“I think you should go first. Then me.” She answered, then added. “When I think how often we’ve pulled up his imaginary skirts and spanked him? Really looking forward to doing it in reality for the first time.” She stood up and moved out of the booth. “Okay Melissa. Time to report to Mistress X. Think you have room there Alison?”
“It’s a little tight, but I’ll manage” I said.
In the face of our combined confidence, he surrendered. “I’m sorry Mistress, ” he said to me, undoing his necktie and handing it over the table. Stared at me in horror as I threw it onto the pile of clothes I was collecting under the table. “That’s a forty dollar tie . . Mistress.” He said.
“So? What do YOU care!” I retorted. “Your days of wearing ties are just about over. Get that jacket off now. Hurry now. I see our waitress coming with our order!”
He quickly divested himself of the jacket. I was interested when I saw the faint outlines of his pink bra under his shirt. Wondered if the waitress would notice. I don’t think she did, as she placed our new drinks in front of us. Perry blushed as I said. “Drink your Shirley Temple up – like a good girl, darling.” But red faced though he was at being openly referred to as a girl, he did as I had told him.
“My husband is REALLY interested in your uniform,” I said to her. ” Just loves those petticoats!”
“But I’m not so sure that the color would suit him. What do you think?” Lily asked her seriously.
The girl studied him intensely for a moment or two. “I’m not sure.” She said to Lily. “But the owners of this place own another restaurant. There they have the girls in Royal Blue. Might go better with his coloring. I can check if you want?”
“That would be lovely! Don’t you agree . . . . Perry?” Lily answered.
Perry got even redder, but sipped at his drink instead of answering. I did the same – except I spluttered when the girl said “What size dress do you wear sir? That way I can check if they have any available.”
“Oh – somewhere about a ten or a twelve,” Lila said. “Right Alison?”
I nodded, fighting the urge to laugh out loud.
And, straight faced, the girl said. “Okay. I’ll check.” And walked away.
“Okay Melissa. Shirt off !” I said briskly.
He just gazed dumbly at me as Lily laughed. “Let me help. Okay?” Then he sat there totally cowed as she undid his sleeve buttons and then the main front buttons. With a gentle shove from her, he obediently turned, and she pulled his shirt from his back so that he was now sitting, naked from the waist up, except for his lacy bra.
I handed Lily the matching slip – a really pretty one in pink satin and white lace. She rolled it up in her hands then stared at him until he lifted his arms. She then slid it over and down.
“Stand up a minute!” she said and then, as he did so, opening up his skirt waistband in his hands to stop it from falling to the floor, she tugged the slip down over his hips, then worked it inside his skirt.
I pulled his yellow satin blouse out of the hold all. Handed it to her over the table. Silently, she fed one of his arms into the blouse sleeve, then the other. Lifted the blouse up and over his shoulders, before gently turning him to face her, she then pulled it forward so that she could start buttoning it at the front.
“I think Melissa’s going to be such a pretty girl. Don’t you agree Alison?”
I had pulled the second handbag up to lie on top of the table. Speechlessly, he looked on as I stripped his wallet of business cards and other extraneous data and fitted everything of value back into the new lady’s purse I’d bought for him, then threw his wallet on the floor under the table. “See Melissa?” I said brightly. “A nice handbag that’ll go with your outfit just fine!”
By this time, Lily had done up all of the blouse buttons except the last two at the top. “Got the forms Alison?” She asked.
“Oh Goodness! I giggled. “Almost forgot!” Dug into the hold all again, brought out the breast forms. She took them from me, undid the back of his bra, slid the forms into the cups, then hooked the bra up again. “Now, we can adjust the straps, huh pretty Melissa?” she said, doing just that to the adjusting buckles on the slip and bra straps at the shoulders. Quickly then she buttoned the last two buttons, while Perry stood helplessly watching her.
“Melissa darling?” Lily cooed. You can fasten yourself into your skirt now. There’s a girl – and then sit down for Christ’s sake!” As she said this, she sat down herself.
I had to smile as my husband – in the shape of a girl, fastened his skirt waistband, then used both hands to smooth out the skirt material before sitting down.
“Give me your feet dear.” I said.
He lifted up his left foot and I put his new shoe on it, then I did the same to his right foot. “Shouldn’t be too hard to walk in darling,” I reassured him. “Heels are only about one and a half inches.”
“Yeah! Not to worry if you do wobble a little honey. Women love to see a guy in heels for the first time. You’ll look cute!” Lily chimed in. “Not that they’ll know you’re a guy by the time I’m finished with you!”
With that, she pulled a wig from her purse. “Hold on for a minute,” she told him as she shook it then finger combed it. Then standing like a rabbit in front of a snake, he stood transfixed as she fitted the wig to his head. This entailed taking it off once or twice as she made some adjustments, then re-fitted it to him. Finally, she was satisfied. “What do you think?” she asked me.
“Almost my idea of a perfect husband!” I laughed. “Pretty – AND obedient!”
“I thought you wanted him for a wife?” Lily asked, mock seriously.
“Oh - that too, I guess.” I replied carelessly. “But he’d look better with some makeup, don’t you think?” With that, I went back to eating my lunch.
Lily shook her head. “And I thought you could be impatient!” she said to him. “But Melissa? I’m not going to put much makeup on you just now – just enough to make you presentable. Okay?”
Perry nodded, the picture of docility now.
Lily and I had planned this out – and though we’d put some contingency plans in just in case, hadn’t needed them. I think the speed of our attack had taken the wind out of his sails and now he sat there as Lily – who is an expert with cosmetics, rapidly made him over – finishing with a tiny touch of perfume at his neckline. She finished by putting all of the compacts and other beauty aid containers in his handbag and handing it to him – just as our waitress re-appeared .
As we had been otherwise occupied, our meals had scarcely been touched, and she asked if anything was wrong. Lily and I just laughed and said we’d been kinda busy. She offered us desserts, which we all refused, then turned away. She must have taken four paces, when she came to a dead stop, practically falling forward with the suddenness of it. Then, like a robot, she turned and stared at my husband, now conscious of her examination, but pretending otherwise as he daintily picked at his food. She then shook her head and walked away again.
“Alison?” he asked softly.
“Yes honey?”
“What are you going to do?”
“Do? Go home after I’ve finished here. That what you mean?”
He looked up from his plate. The eyeshadow and mascara had made his eyes quite attractive I thought. His lips trembled. “No. I meant what are you going to do with me?”
I leaned back in my chair. “I’m afraid you may not like what Lily and I have planned for you, but the wheels have been set in motion now, and there isn’t much we can do – or let me rephrase that – not much we intend to do. It’s payback time.”
I leaned back comfortably in my chair. “I tendered your resignation today – effective one month from now.” I said. “You don’t need to work there any more. Isn’t that nice?”
He worked his mouth. “But . .”
“Hush darling! I’m talking. And I’d suggest that from now on? When a woman is talking – you’d best be quiet?”
“I’m sorry.” He said weakly.
“Fine! But you see, you’d been such an asshole to all the women who have worked for you, that we want to give them a chance for a little of their own back. So this afternoon? You’re going to tell everyone that you’re stepping down in favor of Lily because you want to have the surgery that will change you into a woman. . .”
He let out a squeal of outrage that made even Lily and I jump. “I’m not! I’m not! I don’t want . .”
He squealed even louder when Lily gave him a painful nip on the soft underside of his upper arm, through his blouse. “Behave Melissa!” she said.
“Silly little girl!” I said. “That’s what you’re going to TELL everyone! It’ll explain why you’re dressed the way you are – and why you’ll be so GRATEFUL for any tips or assistance that the ladies there can give you on how to look and act and dress like a woman from here on in! Both Lily and I think that they’ll be only too delighted to help you. We haven’t made a final decision yet on having your sex changed – we’ll see how you behave with the girls in your office over the next month.”
Lily giggled and took a sip of her drink. “Can’t help seeing a picture of a bunch of dainty pirhana fish taking dainty little bites – LOTS of them – on Melissa’s ass. Know what I mean?”
“Yes. Lovely picture, isn’t it?” I agreed, smiling.
“Then, my feminine little husband? It’s about time you found out that I’ve bought a bigger house. I mean I had to find something to do with all the money Lily and I have made on the net – and I needed a new room for the live in maid and the live in housekeeper.”
“Maid? Housekeeper?”
“Oh yes! Haven’t told you that yet, have we? You’re going to be the new maid – and we’ve hired this funny German woman – Frau Graff – as housekeeper. She’s a real card. Don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who dislikes men so much. Loves little sissies though.”
“Yeah Melissa. Just wait until you see the collection of huge dildo’s she has!” Lily laughed. “You’re going to fall in love with her - over and over I’d guess.”
“See darling? I make a lot of money on the web now” I said. “But my customers want new stuff all the time. The videos of you doing the shoplifting are proving quite a money making idea . .”
“Thanks to little old me!” Lily said, beaming.
“Yes darling,” I said – then picked her hand from the table and kissed her fingertips again softly. “You’re so clever!”
Then I looked at Perry again. “And Lily and I agree that videos of you being feminized will be great money makers. But? I have the notion that seeing her and I sodomize you and boss you around are going to have limited appeal. On top of that? I feel we’re too gentle . .” I smiled at Lily. “Too ladylike.”
“And that’s where Frau Graff comes in!” Lily interjected.” She is NOT ladylike! She wants a dungeon for some games – wait until you see the restraints she wants . .”
“And her ‘nursery’?” I laughed.
Perry looked at me. “She has a kid?”
Lily and I roared with laughter simultaneously. “Yes! YOU!” Lily snorted. “Wants us to spend a bloody fortune on oversize cribs, baby dresses and diapers – in your size.”
“Yes!” I giggled. “She’s always wanted a baby of her own!” and Lily and I were off again, both of us thinking of all the indignities that she was going to heap on him.
I finally recovered. “But I’m afraid it’s time for your debut Melissa. Better get her fingernails on and get her ready for the road Lily. Might want to darken her lipstick up a tad?”
“Think you’re right. Was wondering about that.” Lily said. “Give me your hand Melissa.”
And while my lover stuck long red nails on top of my husband’s natural nails, I explained to him how Lily and I – and maybe even Frau Graff , would make LOTS of money in all the videos we were going to make of him – and how we’d extend even the things we had planned by making films of the plastic surgery he’d undergo – the collagen injections to plump up his lips. Breast implants. Hip enhancements – the possibilities were endless!
Then I called the waitress over – asked her if she’d mind throwing the clothes that were under the table away. She saw the size of the tip I’d left her and smiled gratefully. Removed the last male clothes he’d ever wear as I helped by kicking everything from under the table to her. She gave us a good laugh by telling Melissa that there were uniforms available in his size – he could order one on his way out, if he wished. Lily said she would do that.
Then I gave Perry – Melissa the last item from the hold all – a transparent, plastic, raincoat – VERY feminine. Very trendy! Smiled at her as she obeyed Lily and opened up her handbag, took out her lipstick, and started to do her lips. Saw our waitress and a few others staring at him as he tried to apply his lipstick. I wondered why his hands were shaking so. Probably not used to the long nails I thought. But shrugged to myself. He’d soon get used to them.
I thought I saw him cry a little as I waved goodbye. Felt bad for all of a second. Then grinned. It IS true. What goes around? Comes around.
The end
