I later learnedthat he'd once gone mall-shopping dressed in those same scantyshorts and halter - one of our local wives sent a letter to theeditor of the neighborhood newspaper deploring a hussy she'd seenparading herself in and out of stores dressed that way. The neighbors saw a lot of my crossdressing sissy husband on those days: a strangeblonde woman impeccably made up, moving among our lawns and shrubsas if in a dream, combing the soil between plants.
That he had nice legs, especiallynow that they were waxed smooth and Doreen's treatments had madetheir skin so soft, that he should show them off more. I'd tell him to relax by gardening, to put on hisflared shorts and a halter and get into the sunshine and fresh airand cultivate our flower beds. Those mornings he'd always get a pill before I left forwork, if it wasn't a Saturday when I knew Doreen would be feedinghim one anyhow. I could tell because in that mood he'd never volunteerto share stories about his day, only answer me listlessly, and he'dapply his make-up as if it were a boring routine, not an artfulhonor. Some mornings he'd awaken a littlesolemn, maybe mournful, maybe impatient, though he never saidanything. As a sissy crossdresser maid, his moods varied. He was no longer my mildly whimsical, lightly ironic, even-temperedhubby. Ihoped so, because that would give his new life legitimacy in hisown eyes. Iguessed it was on his "I was a woman for three months" project. He spent a lot of time working in his study. We'd always shared the housework, but sincehe had more time available, he took it all over, as he had lastsummer too. Then we'd have breakfast and I'd be off for the office, leaving my sissy crossdresserto do his own things. Except about men - men who did I was sleeping with, men with whom I was cuckolding my sweet hubby. We had a lovely time, chatting together like two girls (or perhaps one girl and one crossdressing sissy) anywhere about almost everything.
He needed extra time with his hairdo, and while he fussed I told him little tales from my own girlhood, about different exciting first tries of grown-up things like bras and lipstick, about prepping for dates, things like that, so he could share my girlhood, not having had one of his own. He awoke each morning already quite pretty, thanks to Doreen's facial dyes, but we performed our half-hour beauty routines together anyhow. Most evenings he'd report that there were no problems, people seemed to assume that's what he was. He did everything as usual, but as a woman. See Cuckold TheoreticsĪ story about a husband whose unfaithful wife slowly transforms him into womanhood - starting with the dressing him up, then making him wear make up, then forcing him to stay at home and do all the housework, and finally persuading him to make more permanent changes to his body.įor the next few weeks I encouraged my crossdressing husband to think of our new arrangement as normal. Note: In evolutionary biology, the term cuckold is also applied to males who unwittingly invest parental effort in offspring that are not genetically their own.The term cuckold is derived from a bird's mis-directed parental investment of effort to the eggs that cuckoo birds have laid in their nests.