The Writer's Secret

The Writer's Secret

by Ann Michelle

(http://annemichellesworld.blogspot.com/)

Chapter 9: Laura's Mall Odyssey

     

      Loren was sweating bullets by the time Stephanie finally parked the car.  He expected they would go home.  They hadn't.  Instead, they were parked outside Raycine's, a department store at one end of the Valleyview Mall.  The mall was only five miles from their house and they shopped here occasionally.

     

      "I can't go in there."

     

      "You don't have any choice," she said with a smile.

     

      "I won't.  I can't go in there."

     

      "Laura, no one is going to spot you."

     

      "Why don't you buy what we need and I'll wait in the car?"

     

      "Because I need you to try things on," she said firmly, before adding with a mischievous smile, "Plus, how can I humiliate my sissy husband if she sits in the car?"

     

      Loren glared at his wife.

     

      She patted him on the thigh.  "Come on sissy, you're going in."  She got out of the car and started walking toward the door.  Loren took several deep breaths and got out of the car as well.  Despite having been in two stores now, this wasn't getting any easier.

     

      Loren had to jog a bit to catch up to Stephanie, which was a strange experience in the heels.  Making this even more difficult, his pants kept falling down because they no longer fit because of the corset – the corset reduced his waist by at least three inches – so he needed to hold up his pants as he jogged to catch up to her.

     

      When they reached the front door, Stephanie immediately turned right and made her way to the suits and dresses.  Loren followed a few steps behind as she pulled dress after dress from the racks.  Some she looked at and returned, a couple she held up to Loren and returned, and three or four she held up to Loren and then set aside.

     

      "There are certain dresses every girl needs.  You've never really fit into my stuff and with your new shape, you definitely won't fit.  So we need to get you some basics."

     

      Loren nodded.  It wasn't that he agreed, he just wanted to get this over with and get out of here before he was spotted.  He didn't want to attract the attention of any of the salesgirls, nor did he want to prolong this by arguing.  Also, his feet were getting sore from spending the day in the higher heels and his penis was getting sore as the girdle uncomfortably squeezed his erection and his testicles very tightly against his body.  He wanted to get home and take this off.

     

      "Ok, let's try 'em on!" Stephanie said.

     

      "What?  Why?"

     

      "You didn't think we were just going to buy these without seeing if they fit, did you?  You need to try them on before we leave the store."  Stephanie marched him over to the fitting rooms where a woman with short black curly hair was busy tagging clothes.  She didn't even look up as they approached.  Stephanie handed all of the clothes to Loren.  "Try them on one at a time and then come out here and let me see them."

     

      "Can't you come in with me?"

     

      "I can, sure, but I won't.  I want you to come out here."

     

      "Why?"

     

      "Because it's fun watching you risk getting caught," she whispered.

     

      Loren marched into the back and stripped down to his underwear.  He hoped he wasn't on video camera.  The first dress was a simple housedress like the one he had been wearing around the house.  This one was forest green with a floral pattern with dozens of colors.  When he slid the dress on, it felt tight to him and he wasn't sure it fit.  Stephanie thought otherwise.

     

      "No, it looks great."

     

      "But it's tight on my hips and my chest."

     

      "That's because the girdle is padded to give you bigger hips and I made your breast bigger today.  I got sick of having a husband with small breasts."  She moved her fingers around his body, pulling the dress in various locations.  "No, it fits well."

     

      "But--"

     

      "But you're more conscious of it, I know.  The dress you were wearing fit you like a sack, this hugs your curves, now that you have them.  That's how it's supposed to fit and that's how it's going to be from now on.  Now go try the next one."

     

      Loren removed the dress and grabbed the next one.  This was more of a suit than a dress.  It was a light-tan pencil skirt and short tan jacket.  Stephanie had included a white blouse with the suit.  He found it difficult to walk in the tight skirt, but again Stephanie said this fit correctly.  Finally, came "the little black dress."  The dress had a square neck and three-quarter length sleeves.  It zipped up the back.  Its hem fell just below Loren's knees and it had a kick pleat.  The overall effect was elegant and sexy, especially with the heels and his new shape.

     

      "Wow!" Stephanie said when he walked through the curtain.  Even the woman at the computer looked up and smiled.  Stephanie helped him zip up the dress.

     

      "I hate it!" he whispered.

     

      "You look great!"

     

      "It's tight across my chest and at my hips--"

     

      "I told you, you'll have to get use to that."

     

      "It's so thin I feel like I'm practically naked."

     

      "That's how guys like women to dress."

     

      "And it just makes me want to cry!" he said to both their surprises.

     

      She patted him on the back.  "That's ok, dear, girls can cry.  So if you want to cry, go ahead and do it.  I won't think any less of my sissy."

     

      At this comment, Loren felt his penis explode.  Suddenly it was pumping semen into his panties and the girdle.  Loren froze.

     

      "What's wrong?" Stephanie asked, noting the scared look on his face.

     

      "I think we need to stop."

     

      "Why?"

     

      "Something just happened and everything got wet."

     

      Stephanie raised an eyebrow.  "You didn't!" she laughed.

     

      "Can we please leave?"

     

      Stephanie put her hands on her hips and exhaled.  "You better not be lying to me!"  He shook his head.  She stared at him for a few seconds. "Fine."  She walked over to the woman at the register.  "My friend wants to wear this dress while we go for lunch, can she wear it out of the store if we buy it now?"

     

      "No problem, I'll just have to remove the tag first."

     

      The women used an electronic device to remove the tag as Stephanie placed more clothes on the counter.  "He'll take these too."

     

      Loren turned white as a sheet.  Stephanie had referred to him as "he."  His eyes shot up at the black-haired woman.  She didn't seem to notice.  He took a deep breath as the woman finished processing the purchase and placed everything in two bags, including the black-plaid pants and the pinkish-red sweater he wore into the store.

     

      As they moved away from the counter, Stephanie whispered to Loren:  "That slipped, I'm sorry.  At least she didn't notice, so no harm no foul."

     

      "Except the heart attack you gave me!"

     

      "Don't be so melodramatic."

     

      With both Loren and Stephanie carrying bags, Loren turned toward the door to leave, but Stephanie started in the other direction – toward the mall.  Loren caught up to her and put his hand on her arm once they were out of hearing range of the clerk.  "You said we were leaving after I tried them on!"

     

      "I said we would 'leave the store,' I didn't say we were going home."  She started toward the mall again, but he again grabbed her arm.

     

      "I can't do this," he whisper-yelled at her.

     

      "Of course you can."  She put her hands on her hips and spoke in a normal voice which made Loren fear others could hear her.  "You've been in three stores now and no one spotted you unless you told them."

     

      "That girl in the shoe store knew!"

     

      "Maybe she did.  But nothing came of it?"

     

      "She blackmailed me!"

     

      Stephanie raised her voice.  "No one blackmailed you.  You bought all those extra shoes because you wanted them."

     

      Loren looked around nervously.  "Keep your voice down!"

     

      "Shoes, shoes, shoes!  My husband bought high-heeled shoes because he loves them!" she said even louder.

     

      His face twisted.  "Please, stop!" he begged.

     

      Stephanie exhaled loudly.  "You need to be taught a lesson, Laura.  You need to be taught that I'm in charge now, whether you like it or not, and I want to play this game to the end.  Now, I know you do as well, even if you won't admit it, so stop fighting me and let's just have some fun with this."

     

      Loren looked around nervously.  He wasn't sure if people could hear them or not and it made him nervous that people might have overheard what Stephanie just said.  He decided it was best to just let Stephanie have her way on this.  He nodded his head.

     

      "No, don't just nod at me.  You need to get this through your head.  I'm in charge.  Me boss, you not.  You do anything I tell you.  Understand."

     

      He nodded again.

     

      "Say it."

     

      "Yes, dear, I learned my lesson."

     

      "No, say it.  Tell me you understand our new relationship.  Tell me you are ready to be my submissive little sissy or we can end this right now."

     

      "Fine, yes," he said nervously, still looking around to see if people were listening.

     

      She put her hands on her hips.  "High heels!  My husband loves high heels!" she said loudly.

     

      "I'm sorry!  I'm sorry," he said.  "You're the boss.  You're in charge.  You make all the decisions."

     

      "And?"

     

      "And I will do anything you say."

     

      "Say it."

     

      He bit his tongue.  "I'll be your submissive little sissy."

     

      She squinted her eyes at him.  "Prove it!  Call me, 'Miss Stephanie.'"

     

      "What?"

     

      "You heard me."

     

      "I. . . uh--"

     

      She pursed her lips.  "This is only going to keep getting worse until you finally surrender to me.  If you push me, I'll take away your pantygirdle and make you walk up and down this mall, buying something from every single store while you try to hide your stiffy."

     

      Loren cringed.  "I'm sorry.  I'll do whatever you ask, Miss Stephanie."

     

      Stephanie laughed.  "Good girl."  She patted him on the rear.  "Was that really so difficult?" she asked rhetorically.  "Now come with me," she said, leading him toward the mall again.  "You realize that you're making this all so much harder than it needs to be, right?  We both know you want this and if you would just stop fighting it at every turn. . . kick back, enjoy it, then we could have so much more fun!  Live a little.  Don't be so afraid.  Enjoy the thrills."

     

      Loren didn't speak.  She was probably right, but she was also enjoying her power too much in Loren's opinion.  As he told himself earlier, he enjoyed this as a game, he didn't want it to become a lifestyle, and he certainly didn't want to be bossed around by Stephanie. . . or did he?

     

      Stephanie marched Loren to the other end of the mall where the food court was.  By the time they reached that part of the mall, Stephanie's feet were a little sore as she didn't often wear four-inch heels and she never wore them when she walked this much.  Loren's feet and calves, by comparison, were screaming in pain.  High heels were new to him and wearing them for a ten minute walk through a mall was murder on his feet.  He needed a lot more practice before he could do this regularly.

     

      Stephanie intended that they would go to the food court and enjoy a small lunch.  Then she wanted to take Loren shopping at a couple lingerie stores.  But as they neared the food court she caught a glimpse of Loren in a mirror and saw a young store clerk give Loren a double-take.  She suddenly realized that despite his new curves, Loren looked less passable in the black dress than he had in the pants.  This was because, in the pants, he was less conspicuous.  No one would question a slightly mannish woman in pants, a sweater and plain shoes.  But in the black dress, he was very conspicuous, and his short albeit effeminate hair looked out of place.  Moreover, the light makeup he wore, which fit the pants and sweater perfectly, seemed a little too understated for the dress and again called into question whether something was "off" with the image.  Fortunately for Loren, the mall was relatively empty, being only eleven in the morning on a Monday.  Nevertheless, Stephanie realized they needed to eat and run before the lunch crowd arrived.  And if she did take him out in this dress again, he would need a wig. . . or his hair would need to grow out first.

     

      Loren sat down in the small metal chair.  He wasn't hungry.

     

      Stephanie sat across from him, watching her effeminate husband with his arms tightly folded beneath his chest and his legs crossed as she had taught him – even more so in fact because the girdle kept his penis out of the way – swinging his leg nervously.  If his shoe had been dangling, she would have laughed at the image of femininity.  He was close to passing, very close.  But if she was truly going to be able to take him out in public, then he would need more, and some of it would be permanent.  Could she do that to her husband?

     

      She bit her lip.  "All right dear, I'm putting you on the spot."

     

      Loren raised an eyebrow.

     

      "You've been whining and complaining all morning, but I think you're enjoying this.  And I don't like feeling like the bad guy having to push you along when I know you want to go there.  So it's time to make a decision.  I want a one word answer right now."  She tapped the table with her red nail.  "Do we continue on my terms or do I take all the girl stuff away and we pretend this never happened."

     

      Loren looked like he'd been slapped.  Part of him desperately wanted to continue.  He was thrilled at everything that had happened to him, as evidenced by his constant erections – in fact, he was already erect again despite ejaculating only a few minutes before.  But he disliked the fear and he didn't want something to happen which would ruin his reputation forever even after this game stopped, because the game had to stop at some point, right?  Also, he told himself, he disliked the humiliation and feeling powerless. . . or did he?  The moment he told himself that, he actually began to doubt that was true.  In fact, if he was being honest with himself, everything about this was turning him on and he was really beginning to like the idea of being submissive to Stephanie.  He just wasn't sure he could admit that to himself yet.

     

      He bit his lip and shrugged his shoulders.  "It's like this--"

     

      Stephanie shook her head.  "No, there's no explaining.  Either yes or no."

     

      He gritted his teeth.  How could he tell his wife he wanted to keep playing this game?  What did that make him?  What kind of man wants his wife to feminize him?  What kind of man gets thrills by being humiliated?  What kind of man was he really?  He just didn't know.

     

      Stephanie tapped the table.  "Yes or no, five seconds."

     

      He swallowed hard.

     

      "Five. . . four. . . three. . . two--"

     

      "Yes."

     

      Stephanie smiled.  "I thought so."  She felt a warm, tingly moment of triumph wash over her.  She was enjoying this as much as Loren and, like him, was in a constant state of arousal.  But he'd put up a lot of resistance earlier and she didn't want to continue if he really did want to stop.

     

      "But--" he started.

     

      "No, no 'but'.  I told you my terms and that's that.  Now let's go."

     

      "I thought we were getting something to eat?"

     

      "No, we need to get Cinderella home before the lunch crowd shows up and recognizes she's just a pumpkin."

     

      Loren looked confused.

     

      "I'm saying, we need to leave before people start showing up and they spot you.  You aren't as convincing as before."

     

     

      The walk back through the mall was torture.  Not only did Loren's feet hurt and his calves burn, but his fear of discovery was through the roof.  Up to now, Stephanie's assurance that he could pass gave him comfort.  He felt out of place and awkward and vulnerable, but she assured him no one could tell.  And that seemed to be true as no one confronted him openly.  Plus, despite wearing feminine clothes, he really hadn't left his comfort zone because he basically wore pants and a sweater.  Sure, the heels and the makeup stood out, but somehow he still felt "normal."  Not to mention that Stephanie had been right in that people just didn't notice a woman with a butch haircut wearing pants and a basic sweater.

     

      But the skimpy black dress was well outside his comfort zone and people were noticing.  For one thing, this material barely covered parts of his body which were normally well hidden.  Also, his padded breasts and hips jiggled with the shock of his heels striking the floor because the dress gave him no support.  And of course, the heels were unusual for him too, especially wearing heels this high and being out in public.  The heels also called to people.  Click click click.  And when they heard him approach they looked up.  In fact, every head turned as he approached, and they didn't just look up and move on, they drank in his image.  The dress, the heels, they drew in the eyes.  Each time it was the same, they started with his heels, and then their eyes drifted up to the gorgeous, tight, short dress.  Then their eyes continued upward to the mannish shoulders, the short, bland hair, and the limited makeup.  That's when the puzzled looks started to appear.  And Loren knew, because Stephanie had told him, that every one of those puzzled looks was recognition.  He was gripped by fear. . . step by terrifying step.

     

      Loren almost cried when he slid into the safety of the passenger seat of the car.  Stephanie hugged him.

     

     

Chapter 10: Private Fashion Show

     

      Stephanie pulled into the garage.  She considered stopping in the driveway, but she wasn't ready to answer the neighbors' questions just yet.  Once they were safely inside and all the bags brought to the living room, Stephanie insisted on a fashion show.  Item by item, she made Loren put on everything they had bought and made him describe each item to her as he modeled them.  She wanted him to get accustomed to speaking about feminine clothing as well as wearing it.  She also used the opportunity to correct his masculine movements.

     

      She insisted Loren begin with the first maid's dress.  This was a short black dress with puffy sleeves and a full skirt with white crinoline underneath.  The dress itself barely reached the middle of his thighs.  In addition to the black dress, a white lace choker went around his neck, a white lace cap on his head, and a short, white apron was tied over the skirt, ending in a bow just above his rear.  Black stockings were held up by a black garter belt.  On his feet, Loren wore the black open-toed pumps he wore in the mall.

     

      Stephanie hooted and whistled.  She also made him spin around slowly and then curtsey.  He didn't know how to curtsey at first, so she had to show him and then made him repeated it several times until she was satisfied.

     

      Next came a beautiful checked pink and white gingham maid uniform with a satin Peter Pan collar, puffy short sleeves hemmed in satin, a mid-thigh skirt trimmed with lace, and again with crinoline.  A short white pinafore apron went over the dress.  This time Loren wore nude stockings and a pink garter belt which matched the dress.  On his feet, he wore the pink and white wedge sandals Stephanie told him to buy.  These had a beige stacked wedge heel a little over four inches high, with a half-inch platform.  Loren found them surprisingly comfortable.  Again, Stephanie required a curtsey.

     

      The third dress was a less decorative red version of the first maid dress.  Loren wore the tan stockings and the black slingbacks.  Next came the forest green housedress, again with the black slingbacks.

     

      "Whoa!  Hold it!" Stephanie said when he stepped into the living room in the green dress.  "You already wore those shoes.  I want to see something new, girl.  Think of all the shoes you bought today!"  Then she pointed at his crotch.  "Also, your little guy is ruining the effect of the dress.  What happened to the pantygirdle?"

     

      "It was really uncomfortable, so I took it off," he said.

     

      Stephanie shook her head.  "Oh no you don't!  If you want to take that off, you ask permission."

     

      "Are you serious?!"

     

      "Of course I'm serious.  From now on, you wear exactly what I tell you and nothing else."

     

      "But it's really uncomfortable."

     

      "Discomfort is the price of fashion."

     

      "But it's crushing my balls."

     

      "That's ok, you don't need them anymore," she said with a smirk.

     

      "But--"

     

      "Don't test me, sissy," she said firmly, "or you'll be mowing the lawn in the pink uniform tonight."

     

      Loren cringed.

     

      "Now go change like I told you."

     

      He returned to the bedroom to change.  Fortunately, they had bought several of the pantygirdles so he didn't need to wear the dirty one.  He slid the girdle up his legs and again trapped his sore penis.  It felt like his testicles were being crushed.  He tried to shift his penis around to see if he could find a more comfortable way to wear the girdle, but it didn't work.  He just had to grin and bear it.

     

      Next, he pulled the pantyhose back up his legs and sat down to choose a new pair of shoes.  The dress was forest green and had a lot of color in the floral pattern, but none of the shoes he bought seemed to match.  He finally decided on the beige slingbacks with the peep toe.  They didn't match, but they were neutral and they worked.

     

      Stephanie wasn't thrilled with the choice, but accepted it, promising to take Loren shoe shopping again to fill in his wardrobe.  "I guess we need to get you more shoes already?"

     

      Next came the tan skirt suit.  Since he'd already worn the beige slingbacks, this suit now posed a problem.  He considered the white slingbacks, but they didn't seem right.  Then he remembered the two boxes he never opened.  He had no idea what these shoes were as the girl simply added them to his pile without ever showing him.  Perhaps they contained something that would match the skirt?

     

      He grabbed both boxes.  The first pair would never work.  They were five-inch, open-toed clogs with a two-inch platform.  The shoe itself had a bright flowery pattern while the heel was made of a dark wood.  He wasn't sure what they would match?  The other pair, however, were perfect.  They were taupe sandals with delicate leather straps that crossed the whole way up the foot except in the middle of the foot where they fed into an infinite symbol.  These were beautiful shoes, but the heels were for all practical purposes almost an inch taller than anything he normally wore, being five and a half-inch heels with a half-inch platform.  They were high enough, in fact, to be intimidating.  But they did match the suit, so he slid his feet into them.

     

      With the first step, Loren immediately noticed the pressure on his toes and calves was dramatically increased.  It was amazing what one little extra inch could do.  He did not want to wear these shoes often, if at all.

     

      Loren took a few moments to practice before walking out to Stephanie.  She was ecstatic when he saw the shoes.

     

      "Oh my God, those are sexy!"

     

      He smiled, even as he struggled to walk in the shoes, because the happier she was, the more pleasant this whole experience was.

     

      Stephanie raised her eyebrow.  "The only thing is I'm surprised you bought anything that high.  You already struggle with four-inch heels and few women even wear anything that high, so I'm surprised.  I guess you were inspired?"

     

      Loren bit his lip but didn't speak.

     

      Stephanie noticed.  "Go ahead, spit it out."

     

      "This is what I was talking about with the girl at the store.  This was her blackmailing me."

     

      Stephanie rolled her eyes.  "This again?  Just admit it, Laura, you like being a girl."

     

      "I'm serious."

     

      "Oh stop."

     

      Loren folded his arms.  He debated what he should say or not.  Stephanie saw this and rolled her hand toward him as if to say, "go on."

     

      "Look, Stephanie.  She knew what I was.  I could see it in her eyes.  And that's why she was able to push all these shoes on me.  I didn't pick anything, she told me what to buy."

     

      A condescending frown crossed Stephanie's face.  "Really?  And what exactly did she tell you?  Buy these shoes or I'm going to tell your wife?"

     

      "No," he admitted.

     

      "Did she ever tell you, 'you must buy these' or else?  Was there ever a threat of any kind?"

     

      "No."

     

      "So how exactly did she force you do to anything?"

     

      "You want the truth?!  She scared me!  I felt weak and I felt vulnerable and I felt exposed.  And when she starting handing me shoes and telling me to buy them, I couldn't stand up to her.  And these shoes," he said, pointing at his feet, "she added these to the pile without ever showing me what they were.  And you know what?  I was too intimidated to tell her no."  Loren suddenly felt a complete release of his anxiety regarding the trip to the shoe store.

     

      Stephanie was stunned.  "Wow."  She walked over and hugged him.  "Loren, one of the things I've been trying to prove to you all day is that you have nothing to fear.  The world won't end just because someone sees you in a dress.  I love you and I will keep loving you no matter what."

     

      Loren bit his lip.  "You know, now that I've said that out loud. . . it does sound kind of stupid in hindsight."

     

      Stephanie laughed.  "Glad to hear it."  She turned her attention to his new shoes.  She circled around Loren, admiring them.  "They are incredibly sexy, but I'm not sure how practical they will be for day-to-day use."

     

      "I can barely stand in them, that's for sure."

     

      "I can see that.  I guess we'll have to see if you get used to them.  In the meantime, I suggest you stick with the brown loafers or the beige pumps for this suit.  Go change."

     

      "Will do," Loren said gladly – his toes felt positively crushed.

     

      Before he could leave, however, Stephanie stopped him.  "But now we have a problem, don't we?"

     

      "What do you mean?" Loren asked.  He stopped and turned to face her.

     

      Stephanie sat down on the couch and folded her arms.  "By my count, you've only got the little black dress left, but apparently you got really excited and bought four more pairs of shoes I haven't seen yet.  So what are we going to do?  How are we going to finish this fashion show?"

     

      "I could bring them out and you could choose?" he said hopefully.

     

      "I have a better idea," she said with a wicked grin.  "Why don't you wear them out, one at a time, in the order you think I'll find them to be sexist, from least to most sexy.  Consider this a test to see how well you know your wife!  I'll be the judge and if you wear them in the right order, then you'll get a reward.  If not, then you'll get punished."

     

      Loren frowned.  "I have to get all four in the right order of how sexy you think they are?"

     

      "Yep.  And I'm going to punish you too for each one in the wrong order, so you better be right each time."

     

      "What kind of punishment?"

     

      "That's up to me, now go change."

     

      Loren returned to the bedroom and stripped off the tan suit.  He slid on the black dress which had caused him so much terror walking through the mall.  He placed the four remaining shoe boxes on the bed next to him and shuffled them around until he thought he got them in the right order.  He slipped into the first pair.

     

      Stephanie cheered the moment he entered the living room.  "Those are sexy!  I don't know girlfriend, I think you made a mistake picking those first!"  She laughed.  She leaned forward on the couch and hugged her knees.  "So tell me about those shoes!"

     

      Loren knew this was coming, so he read the box before leaving the bedroom.  "They're patent leather, burgundy-red Mary Janes with a four-inch stacked black heel with a slight platform.  They have a double strap across the instep."

     

      Stephanie whistled again.  "Those are seriously going to be hard to beat."

     

      A few moments later, Loren was back.  This time he wore black t-strap sandals with crisscross straps over the vamp.  They had a one-inch platform and a four-inch heel.

     

      "Oh my God!  Those are fantastic!  We need to get you a boyfriend so you can wear those on a date!"

     

      Loren blushed.  "Uh. . . no."

     

      Stephanie laughed.

     

      Next, Loren appeared in the flower clogs.  "Wow, let me see those."  Stephanie made him slide out of one and show it to her.  She slid her own foot into the shoe.  "I am so borrowing these. . . but I have to give you a demerit.  These aren't as sexy as the prior two.  So remind me later that I need to punish you."

     

      "How are you going to punish me?"

     

      Stephanie laughed.  "As if I would tell you now when I can make you worry about it.  Just rest assured, it will be really embarrassing and it will happen at the worst possible time.  Now go get the last ones, I want to make some lunch. . . or actually, I want my new maid to make me lunch."

     

      Loren returned to the bedroom and grabbed the final shoes.  He truly hated these.  These were the cherry-red mules with a five-inch thin stiletto heel with no platform.  They had no straps and no support and an open toe.  Walking in these was murder in the store and they made him feel like a cheap hooker.  He expect no different now.

     

      Stephanie's jaw dropped and she covered her mouth with her hands.  Then she started giggling.  "Oh my God!  If you ever disobey me, I swear I will make you march from one end of the mall to the other in those!"  She rose.  "Let me try those!"  Loren gladly slid out of the shoes and Stephanie slipped into them.  "Wow!  These are hooker shoes!"  She smiled broadly.  "You better do everything I tell you from now on because I just got the perfect torture device!"  Stephanie kicked off the shoes and insisted Loren put them back on his feet.  Suddenly she snapped her fingers.  "We forgot one!"

     

      "One what?"

     

      "The school girl costume!"

     

      Loren cringed.

     

      "No excuses.  Go put that on and wear these shoes."

     

      "Do I have to?"

     

      "That's my punishment, unless you'd rather have me spank you like the woman at the costume shop suggested."

     

      Loren folded his arms.  "You're not seriously thinking about spanking me, are you?"

     

      Stephanie giggled.  The thought of Loren bent over her lap was a hilarious image in her mind, but she didn't particularly like the idea of striking her husband, even in jest.  "Out of character for a moment, dear. . . if you want me to, I will, because I'm willing to do whatever excites you.  But I don't personally want to do that."

     

      Loren smiled.  "I and my rear end thank you.  I'll go put on the school girl costume, Miss Stephanie!"

     

      A few minutes later, Loren was back in the living room as Stephanie circled him giggling uncontrollably.  Loren couldn't believe how ridiculous he felt in that short plaid skirt, the overly tight short white dress shirt which exposed his bellybutton, the knee socks and the red slides.  Even the maid's costumes weren't this sissy-ish.

     

      Stephanie finally stopped giggling.  "Let's get some lunch, sissy girl.  Then I'll show you how to be a proper servant."

     

      --0--

     

      After lunch, Loren found himself standing before his wife in the pink and white checked gingham maid uniform.  He was relieved to be out of the school girl costume.  Also, he wore the pink and white wedge-heeled sandals, for which he was grateful as they were surprisingly comfortable, especially compared to the mules.  And after his walk through the mall, it was a relief to wear more comfortable and easier-to-walk-in shoes.

     

      "I have a list of duties you need to perform every day until I say otherwise."  She handed Loren a paper on which she'd written a variety of duties, including everything from vacuuming to sweeping the kitchen to dusting the house to cooking dinner.  It was a lot of work.  "And at night, you can paint my nails."

     

      "I can't do all this?  When am I going to get a chance to write?"

     

      "Write what?  You don't even know what you're going to write about yet."

     

      "I was going to write another thriller?"

     

      Stephanie raised an eyebrow, put her hands on her hips, and balanced her right foot on the heel of her shoe.  She looked him up and down.  "Somehow, I don't think the thriller boys are going to want you in their club unless you're serving them drinks."

     

      "Ha ha."

     

      "Trust me dear, your macho audiences aren't going to react well to a man in panties.  And in any event, at the moment, your only focus should be on my wishes, and my wishes are that you get started on your chores.  I'm going to sit here and watch you dust.  Make sure you shake your sexy little tush the whole time."  She sat down on the couch and smiled.

     

      Loren picked up the duster and made his way around the room, wiping everything clean.  Even in the heels, he needed to stand on tiptoe to reach the upper shelves.  This caused Stephanie to giggle.  At other times, he needed to crouch down, which again caused her to giggle at his exposed panties.

     

      "A girl could get use to this!" she said as she watched him strain to reach a high shelf.

     

      Loren's face turned red.

     

      Stephanie shook her head.  "When I speak to my maid, I expect a nice, servile response, Laura."

     

      Loren turned toward his wife.  "Sorry."

     

      "Not good enough, try again and this time add a curtsey."

     

      Loren took a deep breath.  Despite agreeing to continue, his humiliation at being under his wife's thumb hadn't lessened one bit and he wasn't sure if he really enjoyed that or not.  To the extent this was just a game and he could take off the clothes and go back to being Loren, he enjoyed it.  To the extent, Stephanie really was seizing this power on a permanent basis, he felt uneasy.  Could he deal with that?

     

      "Now!" Stephanie ordered.

     

      Loren curtseyed as she had shown him earlier and said, "Thank you, Miss Stephanie."

     

      "Don't worry, dear, I only expect that when you're dressed as my maid."

     

      Loren rolled his eyes, but his erection sent a different message.  He returned to his work.

     

      A few minutes later, Stephanie snapped her fingers.  "You know what's missing?  I can't tell if you're excite enough or not.  Take off the pantygirdle."

     

      Loren was thankful for this as the girdle had been crushing his penis, so he happily unhooked the garterbelt he wore with this uniform and lowered the girdle.  His penis immediately sprung to attention beneath the crinoline, which rested on top of his erection.

     

      Stephanie smiled.  She rose from her seat, walked over to Loren and squeezed his penis.  "Good girl.  You have no idea how happy it makes me to know your weakness."

     

      "What weakness?"

     

      "That you're such a sissy.  I had no idea before, but now that I do, things are going to change around here in ways that both you and I will enjoy."  She kissed him on the cheek.  Then, without letting go of Loren's erection, she picked up the phone and hit the speed dial for Kathleen.  When Kathleen answered, Stephanie gave Loren a hard squeeze and let go, before motioning him to keep dusting.

     

      "Stephie, we had a great time at the party," Kathleen said.  "I hope I didn't make Loren too uncomfortable?"

     

      "No, he's a good sport," Stephanie said.  "Besides, it's always good to teach men their proper place."  She laughed and snapped her finger at Loren to get his attention.  When he turned, she motion him to raise his skirt so she could see his penis.  She covered the phone.  "Just stand there looking pretty while I talk to Kathleen."

     

      "So true," Kathleen said with a laugh.  "But I know some men can get pretty touchy about those things. . . especially when, you know."

     

      Stephanie raised an eyebrow.  "No?  What?"

     

      "When it hits a little close to home," she said cautiously.

     

      "Is there something I should know about Peter?"

     

      Kathleen laughed.  "God no!  He's a Neanderthal.  I'm talking about Loren."

     

      "Loren?"

     

      There was a pause as Kathleen clearly felt she had stepped over the line.  "I'm sorry," she said even more cautiously.  "I don't mean that Loren does or anything.  I'm not saying he's a sissy, I'm just saying I didn't want to offend him if he does."

     

      Stephanie laughed.  "Could you imagine Loren dressing up in women's clothes?"  She winked at Loren, whose face turned red and his knees began to shake.  He only heard half the conversation and he had no idea what was going on, but he didn't like the sound of it.

     

      "I'll bet he'd be lovely," Kathleen said.

     

      "He might at that," Stephanie agreed.  "He's got some very feminine features for a man.  What do you see him wearing?"

     

      "What do you mean?"

     

      "I mean, assume he does like women's clothes, what could you picture him wearing?"

     

      "You have a dirty mind, Stephie!" Kathleen giggled.  "But since you asked. . . I could totally see him in a black sequin strapless dress with a long train and a side slit.  I'll bet he has beautiful legs, especially if he wore some really high-heeled sandals."  She paused.  "No, actually, he'd probably look better in a tight leather mini with a low-cut white blouse.  What about you?  How would you dress him?"

     

      Stephanie smirked.  "I've always wanted to see him in one of those French maid outfits.  He could flutter around the house and serve me drinks as I play Queen of the House."

     

      Both women giggled and Loren felt his erection pounding.

     

      "So tell me, Stephie.  IS there something I should know?" Kathleen asked.

     

      Stephanie paused.  "Oops, Loren just stepped through the door, I need to go."

     

      "What's he wearing?" Kathleen asked coyly.

     

      "I'll tell you tomorrow," she said with a laugh.  "Are we still on for lunch."

     

      "Absolutely!"

     

      When Stephanie hung up the phone, she looked at Loren who still stood before her holding up his skirt to expose his throbbing erection.  "How do you feel about Kathleen coming over for lunch?"

     

      "Now?!"

     

      "No, not today, but in a couple days."

     

      "Will I be there?"

     

      "Of course!"

     

      "How will I be dressed?"

     

      Stephanie rose.  She pecked him on the cheek.  "Lower your skirt and get back to work, sissy."