A Drop A Day

by Margaret Jeanette

 

Ella Duncan sat eating lunch with Marge Gleason her best friend. They talked about their jobs with Ella being a partner in a law firm and Marge being her doctor's nurse. Then the subject got on their husbands. Marge told how her husband just bought the garage where he had worked for the last seven years. He was a great mechanic and things looked promising for him.

Ella said, "I don't know what to do about Tom. All he does is complain about his secretary and the other night he asked why she doesn't know a woman is supposed to serve a man. I wish he wouldn't be so sexist. He should have to deal with all the things a woman has to deal with."

Marge said, "That could be done easier than you think. If you really want to change him I think I can get just the thing."

"What do you mean? What can you get?"

"Well, we have over a hundred samples of a new drug that makes a person follow suggestions. All you have to do is give a person one drop of it and they will do whatever is suggested. Doctor told me to get rid of it because he would never prescribe it for anyone. If you want to give it a try I'll drop it off at your house. There is an antidote with it also. You give them one drop of that and it counteracts the first drop."

"I don't know what I could do with him to get him to find out that it isn't easy to be a woman."

"Just have him do some things a woman does. Has he ever scrubbed a floor on his hands and knees? Has he ever walked in a pair of heels for hours? Let him experience the joys of womanhood."

"Drop it off. I'll try it. Maybe a couple of embarrassing things will straighten him out."

That night they were eating supper and Tom said, "That dumb secretary of mine couldn't even get my coffee right today. She put sugar in it and she knows I don't take sugar. She is dumb as a rock."

Just then the doorbell rang. It was Marge with the bottles of liquid. She pointed out the antidote and told Ella that the stuff would make him compliant for about eighteen hours then slowly wear off. She also said the stuff would make him only compliant to the first person who talked to him after he took it.

Ella put it on the counter and went to finish eating. They were just about done when she noticed his glass of milk was empty. She took it to refill. When she set it down he said he didn't want a full glass. She had put one drop in it.

She saw him take a drink and said, "I think you can finish your milk."

When he drank it all up she smiled. The meal was ended and she said they should do the dishes together. He agreed with her. He had never helped her with the dishes before. She got a lace-trimmed apron and told him to put it on. He put it on. She wondered if she could push it.

"You know there is a blouse in the closet with lace just like that. Why don't you go take your shirt and undershirt off and put that on so it matches?"

Five minutes later he was back wearing the blouse and apron. They started the dishes. They finished the dishes and she told him to hang the apron on the pantry door hook. Then she felt mischievous and told him he should put some lipstick on to make the blouse look better.

She was sitting in the living room reading the paper when he came in wearing lipstick. She got up and mixed them both a drink. She put one drop of he antidote in his drink.

She watched as he drank his drink. Then she said, "That is a very pretty blouse you have on."

He looked he blouse and blushed. He remembered putting it on but couldn't remember why he put it on. He was going to get up and change out of it but she told him to leave it on until bedtime. He figured she had already seen him in it he might as well leave it on.

The next morning Ella was busy all morning. She was one who worked in spurts and by noon had caught up on just about everything she was actively working on. She went for a leisurely lunch. As she ate she wondered what else she could do with Tom. She thought about having him clean the living room in a dress, then dismissed that idea. She got a thought about having him polish the silver while wearing a nightgown and laughed as she pictured that in her mind. She decided the possibilities were endless. She finally made a decision to play it by ear and see what develops.

Tom was at work and couldn't get the thought out of his mind that he had put on a woman's blouse last night. He wondered why he had done something like that. He thought about how soft and comfortable it felt. It bothered him that it had happened at all.

Three o'clock did Ella for the day. She decided to leave and do some shopping. She wanted a new dress and today seemed to be the ideal time to find one. She stopped at one of the leading woman's shops in town. She walked in and saw signs that lingerie was on sale with buy one get one free. She thought about getting some for Tom. Then she decided she would get some for him. She picked out panties that were lacy and a lot had bows and ruffles and some satin bras in bright colors and black. They were all long line and hooked in front. She reasoned he shouldn't have any problem getting them hooked. She was at the edge of the stocking display when she decided to get him some thigh high stockings .She got every pattern they had. She got him a half dozen camisoles in dark colors. All were liberally lace trimmed or made of stretch lace. She picked out three full slips for him.

Having all of that lingerie in her cart for him, she reasoned he should have some dresses to go with it. She picked out six dresses for him before she realized she had better stop right there. She was standing hanging on to the cart staring blankly. She was thinking, did she really want to feminize him in the first place?

A salesgirl came and woke her out of her thoughts. The salesgirl looked in the cart and said how she saw she had taken advantage of their sale. She said they also had corsets on sale. Ella found herself following the girl to where the corsets were displayed. Ella ended up picking two maximum control corsets for him.

When she checked out she was amazed that she had five big bags of clothes. She got them in the car and saw an adult store next door. She had never noticed it before. Out of curiosity she entered. She walked around looking at various bondage gear. None of it appealed to her. Next were the chastity belts. She gave a quick thought about getting one then decided it wasn't necessary.

She walked through where sexy nightwear was displayed. She saw one nightgown that was sheer and very feminine with lace and ruffles and decided to get it for Tom. Then she saw the shoes. She realized she didn't have any women's shoes for him. She selected two pair of six-inch heels that locked on the feet. She didn't care for the locks but all of the shoes seemed to have locks. She was shocked at the total for everything.

She got home and put everything away. She didn't even know if she would use everything but was always prepared for anything. Then she decided to lay a full change of clothes out on the bed. When she put the shoes there she thought he would never be able to walk in them.

When he got home she greeted him with a drink. He needed that and drank it right down. She said he should change clothes and wear what's on the bed. He didn't acknowledge when she said to put a pair of socks in each bra cup.

When he returned he was wearing the pink dress trimmed with lace and the black floral design stockings and the black heels. She noticed he was taking very small steps. She also noticed his chest stuck out almost obscenely. She told him he should be wearing make up with that outfit. He left and went to the bathroom. He returned wearing eye shadow and lipstick. She thought she smelled perfume also.

They ate supper in silence. After supper she suggested he help with dishes he put the apron on and helped. She was delighted. She suggested he polish the dining room furniture. He immediately got the furniture polish and a rag and started to polish the table. He was working hard on it when she went to read the paper.

She glanced at him a couple of times as he was doing the chairs. She could see that he was doing an excellent job. When he was starting the last chair she gave him a drink with the antidote in it. He drank it and shook his head. He almost fell over in the heels. She told him to finish that last chair as he had done such a great job on he rest of the furniture. He didn't know what to think. He could remember putting the dress and everything on but couldn't recall why he had put it on. He finished the chair and went in by Ella.

"I don't know what is happening. How did I get in this dress? And where did I get these heels? What is going on here?"

"Tell me the truth! How does the dress feel? Don't you like wearing sexy heels? Is your bra too tight?"

"Stop kidding me. Tell me what is going on. Am I going crazy or what?"

"I'll tell you but you better listen close because I don't want to repeat it. Are you ready to listen close?"

"Yes, yes. Just tell me what is happening!"

Ella told him, "I got sick of your disparaging remarks about women and especially your secretary. Yolanda is a nice girl. She is doing the best job she can do, I am sure. You are constantly picking on her and making her job a nightmare. Your remarks about stupid women is not something I think you should be constantly saying so I am making you do things women do to see what we have to go through. You see I have control of you and you have a choice to make. You can do as I say without remarks or I can control you and release you any time I want. If I control you I could take you for a three-mile ride, have you get out of the car and release control and let you make your way back home any way you can. Of course you will be wearing a dress and heels."

Tom stormed, "Why can't you let me be who I am? Why do you want to control me?"

"I am just trying to make you a better person. If you push it you may find yourself at work in a dress. Is that what you want?"

"I want you to leave me be myself! Why should I do whatever you say without having my say?"

"I can control you in everything. I am offering you the chance to do as I say so you can see what it is like to be a woman. You can see what we have to go through as everyday practice. If you agree to do what I say you won't be brought back and be surprised to see what you have on for clothes."

"I'll never agree to that. You are out of your mind! I need a drink!"

"I'll get one for you." Ella got up and went and mixed him one, taking control back.

At bedtime she suggested he wear the nightgown to bed. He was getting undressed and she suggested he wear the bra and panties to bed so he wouldn't have to put them on in the morning. He did as suggested. She was all smiles.

The next morning she suggested he wear the thigh highs and a camisole with his bra and panties. He did as suggested. He gave her a funny look when she suggested he wipe the lipstick and eye shadow off before he went to work. He left like any other day.

He was at work for some time when he started noticing the tightness of the bra on his chest. Finally he went onto the bathroom and into a stall and started to unbutton his shirt. He gasped when he saw the lace of the camisole. He could feel the silkiness of the panties and the elastic of the thigh highs. He pulled up his pants leg to see the pattern of the nylons he was wearing.

All the way back to his office he felt like everyone could see his underwear. He could feel the warmth in his face. By the time he was back in his office he was ready to call Ella and tell her off. Then he wondered if there were keywords or something and if she used them what might he be doing. He remembered what she had said about his secretary. He called her in.

When she was seated ready to take dictation he said, "Lately you have made some dumb mistakes. I know you know better. What is happening that causes that? Do you have any idea?"

She looked him right in the eye and said; "I know my mind hasn't been on my job lately. You see my father found out he has cancer and the treatments are making him very sick. Every day after work I go right to his house and stay with him most of the time until he goes to bed. He has lost so much weight and I don't know if the treatments are doing any good or not. I am so sorry my work has slipped but I am so tired all the time. I'm so, so sorry."

"I didn't know about your father. I have been blaming all of the mistakes on your stupidity. I am sorry I didn't have this talk with you sooner. Yolanda, you are a very nice young lady. I know you are doing your best. I also know you are not stupid. If you need anything, like some time off to help your father, let me know. I will do whatever I can to help you. I am sorry to hear about your father."

Yolanda asked, "Can I ask you a personal question without getting in trouble?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Well, it appears to me that I can make out what looks like lace through your shirt. Are you wearing a camisole or something?"

"I won't lie to you. My wife doesn't like the way I see women and has somehow taken control of what I wear. I don't have any idea how she is doing it but I found myself in women's clothes a couple of times lately. I remember putting them on but don't remember why."

Yolanda told him, "You do have a low opinion of women. I have heard some of your remarks and I don't care for them but I passed them off, as you don't know any better. What do you think your wife is going to do with you?"

He said, "I have no clue. She did say one time she could send me to work in a dress if she wanted to. I am scared of what she might do. I am trying to get her to stop but that it seems is entirely up to her."

"Have you thought about telling her you like wearing dresses? Maybe she will stop if she thinks you like to wear them. Have you noticed anything you like while wearing a dress?"

"I suppose you can say there are some benefits of wearing a dress. But if I tell her that she might put me in dresses full time. That wouldn't surprise me at all."

Yolanda laughed and said, "You might look pretty good in a dress and make up!"

"Don't even say that! I wouldn't know what to do if I found myself here in a dress."

"You would just continue on as if it were the most natural thing in the world."

 

"I don't even want to think of it. But if it does happen I hope you will understand."

"Oh, I will understand. I hope you will be able to work it out with your wife."

Tom said, "Thank you and I hope everything gets better with your father. Remember if you need anything I can help with let me know. I am glad we had this talk."

She left and he sat thinking about what she had said. There was no way he was going to tell his wife he liked wearing dresses. She would take that as what he wanted to do and maybe—no, not maybe—she would have him in dresses. He knew her too well to tell her that.

By the time he got home he had built up anger over her sending him to work in women's underwear. He was going to let her know this had to stop.

He walked in and saw her right away standing with a wide smile on her face. It made him angrier and he said, "Why did you send me to work in women's underwear? That is the most idiotic and stupid thing you have ever done!"

She handed him a drink and told him to sit down and she would explain. They were sitting and she said, "I told you I control you. You always figure women are dumb and stupid. I thought you might come home and say that I did something that showed you that a woman could get the best of a man but no you come in and start on a tirade about having to wear woman's underwear. Maybe tomorrow I'll send you to work in a dress, then maybe you'll realize there is more than your narrow point of view."

"Don't even think of that. You are supposed to be so smart. If you are that smart you should be able to think of a better way to change how I see things. Why do you want to humiliate me?"

"Don't you think I feel humiliated when you talk like that? It is humiliating to me and all women when you make those unkind remarks."

"You just don't understand. You don't see how stupid women do things. I see it all the time. Look around some time and you'll see women doing dumb things."

Ella said, "I can see you aren't going to change your attitude easily. You are just going to have to learn the hard way. Let me get you another drink."

She made him another drink. This one had one drop in it. When he had just about all of it gone she suggested he change into the clothes on the bed. He went and changed. When he came back he was wearing a red dress with a straight tight skirt. It came down to his red heels, which showed to perfection. The six-inch heel ended in a point and he was walking not really bad in them. She suggested he put his make up on.

When he came out she suggested they go do some shopping. She took him to a wig store where she gave him a small glass of water with the antidote in it.

She said, "I am going to let you have a say in what wig you want. I will let you pick the color and style. You might as well do it or I'll pick one and you will have to wear it whether you like it or not. Do you want to pick one or do you want me to pick one for you?"

He decided to pick one. He picked a platinum blond one that was medium length with a mass of curls. It was slightly lighter than his regular hair color. She was surprised he picked such a feminine one. She thought he would pick one of the short straight ones. She saw a red jeweled hair clip there and bought it for him.

They walked out with him wearing the wig and hair clip. Ella told him they had to get something to eat. She pulled into the parking lot of a supper club. He didn't want to go in but she told him he had to eat and convinced him to come with her.

They were seated and placed their order. They were enjoying a drink when Tom had to use the rest room. He was afraid of entering the women's rest room but finally did. It was empty and he was thankful. He heard someone come in and enter the stall next to him. He quickly exited the stall and glanced at himself in the mirror. He thought his lipstick needed refreshing. He reached into his purse and was applying lipstick as the other woman exited her stall. She quickly washed her hands and left. He washed his hands and headed back for the table.

On the way as he passed a man the man pinched his rear. He yelped and gave the man a dirty look. When he got back and told Ella about it she laughed. They were enjoying their food when a young man came over to their table. Ella answered his questions and when he asked about Tom she told him she had just lost her husband. The young man quickly left.

Tom said, "Just lost my husband?"

They both laughed at that and Ella said, "It just came out. I don't know why I said that. It looks like you have an admirer. Would you rather go home with him?"

"Don't even think that! You may have me in a dress but I have no interest in men at all."

"I know that! I am just kidding you. I think it is funny you are attracting more attention than I am. It must be your dress. Men like to see red on a woman, you know. It is a sign of sexiness or something."

"Is that why you have me out in red?"

"No, I just happened to pick it out of your dresses. It's for evening wear and the best one for going out in."

"Speaking of dresses, you don't expect me to wear all of those dresses you hung in my closet do you?"

"I am sure you probably will get to wear them. I think I have at least one for any occasion that might come up. If we need to we can get you some more so you don't have to wear the same one all the time."

"How long do you expect to keep this up? This isn't right and you know it!"

"It is right, besides I am getting to like it. It gives me a good feeling being in charge for a change. You brought this on yourself with your attitude."

"There is nothing wrong with my attitude. Because you and I disagree about something you think you can just take over. What else can you do to me, huh?"

She thought for a minute then said, "I know. We can't keep calling you Tom when you are wearing a dress. I suppose we could call you Thomasina but that doesn't sound right. What feminine name would you like to be called?"

"Why would I want to be called any feminine name in the first place? You are stupider than I thought!"

"If you don't want to pick one I'll pick one for you. I think I'll call you Trudy. Trudy looks like it will fit you. You think I am stupid well I will show you stupid. I'll drive home from here. You can walk. Now who is stupid?"

"I can't walk that. It must be four miles home! You have to be kidding, right?"

"No, I am not kidding. You need to think about things before you speak. If you give me any more lip tonight I assure you will go to work tomorrow in a dress. I can't make it any plainer than that. If you want to wear a dress to work tomorrow you just give me some more lip!"

He knew she was very angry and he didn't say anything. They finished their meal and she paid the bill. He followed her out to the car and she unlocked her side and got in. She lowered the window on his side and told him to start walking. She pulled away and left him standing there.

He started walking. He looked in his wallet in the purse. He was surprised to see a red wallet with flowers trimming it. He looked and saw he had some money. He was afraid to take the bus as someone might realize he was a man in a dress. He walked about six blocks and his legs were killing him. He was going to walk in stocking foot and found that he heels were locked on his feet. He saw a bus coming. He was sitting on the bus stop bench. He decided to take the bus to get the weight off his feet. He didn't care if anyone saw him or not.

He rode the bus to three blocks from their house. He walked the three blocks getting angrier and angrier. He tried the front door and found it was locked. He rang the bell. After about five minutes and three more rings Ella answered it.

"Did you have a good walk? You made good time. I hope you thought about what I said."

"I took the bus part way. You were lucky that there was only one other person on it and they didn't look at me. I can't believe you could be so stupid. What if I'd fallen and broken a leg in these damn shoes? You better think about what you are doing to me."

"Do you remember all that I told you in the supper club? Do you remember me telling you what would happen if you gave me any more lip tonight?"

"I remember what you said but you better wake up and look at what you are doing. I don't know how you are doing it but you better stop this nonsense right now!"

"I am not going to stop until you get some sense in your head. Stop and think, any sensible person would not have come in ranting and raving. You better start thinking about that because the more crap you give me the more than is going to happen to you."

"I need a drink to think things out."

She got him a drink. He drank it and settled down a bit. When she suggested he wear the black pin-stripped suit dress tomorrow he said there was no way he was going to wear that to work.

When they went to bed he put on his regular pajamas. He figured maybe if he made love to her she would change her mind about what she was doing to him. Once in bed he started kissing her. Soon they were engaged in serious foreplay.

He said, "This is how a man and woman should be. A man shouldn't be forced or anything to wear women's clothes."

Ella didn't answer him. Soon he was on top of her. He asked if she was enjoying it. She said yes. He figured now is the best time to say something so he said, "Don't send me to work in a dress!"

She said, "You earned that when you gave me all that lip. You are going to wear a dress to work tomorrow."

His manhood got soft just like that. He knew it wasn't going to get hard again and got off of her. He was angry with her for saying that.

He said, "Great, you ruined a great time. I hope you are proud of yourself. What do you have to say about that?"

She shocked him when she said, "If you can't keep it up don't blame me. If that is the best you can do maybe we better lock it up, It isn't any good for making love if you can't keep it up long enough to pleasure me, is it?"

"Why don't you just shut up and get those stupid ideas out of your head."

They turned back to back and fell asleep. The next morning he came for breakfast wearing all his men's clothes. Ella asked him if he forgot he was wearing the black pin-strip suit today. He told her he wasn't wearing it.

She poured him a cup of coffee and managed to get just a little bit of a drop in it. When he had drunk it she said, "Why don't you go change into your pin-stripe suit for today."

He got up and headed for the bedroom. She came in just as he was finishing dressing. She suggested some jewelry for him and removed his men's watch, replacing it with a woman's one that she wore for special occasions. She had him put a black stone necklace on and matching bracelet. He had the wig on and she told him to go do his make up.

When he was done she added a black ribbon to his hair. It had a cute bow in it. He handed him his purse as he left for work. When he walked in no one seemed to recognize him. He instinctively walked to his office, his heels clicking on the marble floor.

He was sitting at his desk when Yolanda came in with the morning mail. She looked at him and laughed openly. She told him to stand up so she could see his outfit. For a reason unknown to him he stood up and stepped away from the desk and did a turn. Yolanda laughed some more. She told him she was going to get him some coffee.

She returned and handed him the coffee. He started drinking it and suddenly realized what he was wearing. He blushed deep red. Yolanda was watching him and smiling.

"You really do look nice in that outfit. But I think the heels are a little high for work, don't you?"

"I don't know how I ended up in this outfit. I put my regular clothes on this morning and now I remember changing but I don't know why. "

"I don't have any idea why you are dressing like that. Did you do what I suggested and tell your wife you thought you liked wearing a dress."

"No I didn't. I know my wife and she would have me in a dress full time if I said that to her. I have got to take some time and think about everything she has told me."

"Why don't you show her you don't care what she does anymore?"

"How can I do that? I don't have any idea of how to do that except tell her that I don't care what she does and she will know that is a lie."

"I have an idea. We can make you appear more of a woman. When she sees that she will probably decide to stop as it isn't working the way she thought."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I have my false nails and nail polish with me. I could do your nails and when she sees that she will know you went further than what she did to you."

He thought about what Yolanda was saying. He thought that might work. He agreed to have her do his nails. She got her stuff and soon was doing his nails. She giggled as she was applying the third coat of polish. He asked her what she was giggling about and she told him no one would believe what she was doing right now. He had to laugh at that with her.

She finished and left the office. He sat and thought about all that Ella had said to him. He didn't think he was that bad in his opinions of women. He knew she held a different opinion on that. He thought that he should tone down his remarks about women. He decided that was the only way this was going to end.

As he sat he was looking at this fingertips. The shine of the polish caused him to daydream. He thought about how it felt to wear a dress. It really didn't feel too bad. They were light and airy and all of them fit him pretty well. He wondered why women would wear jeans or slacks when dresses felt kind of nice to wear.

When he got home Ella noticed his fingernails right away. She said they looked very nice. She wondered why he had gotten them done.

As they were eating she asked, "What made you decide to get your nails polished?"

He matter-of -factly told her, "It was Yolanda's idea. She thought I would look nicer if I had my nails done. She did them for me. She is more talented than I gave her credit for. Did I tell you her father has cancer?"

"No you didn't. How come she told you that?"

"Well, she and I had a long talk about her work lately. She is taking care of him after she leaves work and sometimes I guess it gets late. She is tired during the day and can't fully concentrate. I told her if she needed anything like a day off or anything to let me know. She really isn't a bad person. She just has so much happening right now."

"I am glad to hear you two are getting along better now. I have always liked her and I didn't like it when you were constantly slamming her."

"Well, I never thought she had so much going on and I never asked her about it. I am going to follow up on how her father is doing. The last couple of days she has surprised me in how she is willing to talk about anything."

"Oh, I almost forgot, Marge is stopping over tonight for a visit. Would you mind doing the dishes alone tonight?"

"No, I don't mind but I want to change into something more comfortable. Maybe that blue dress!"

"Sure, you can wear my blue bedroom slippers if you want. They are pretty stretched out. I think they will fit you."

They finished eating and he changed into the blue dress and started the dishes. He had the apron on when he told her they were all done. She asked him if he could do the kitchen floor, as it really needed it badly. He agreed.

He swept it real good and was looking for the mop. When he asked Ella she remembered she had thrown it out because it was shot. She hadn't gotten another one. She asked him if he minded doing it on his hands and knees. He told her he didn't mind. He got the bucket and a rag and started.

Marge arrived and asked how it was going. Ella told her that he was coming around. She told Marge she named him Trudy. She told Marge that he was scrubbing the kitchen floor right now on his hands and knees. Marge said she just had to see that.

Marge walked in and saw him scrubbing. He didn't see her or know she was there until she said, "Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Macho, oh, I mean Trudy scrubbing the floor in a dress no less."

He jumped at hearing her voice, then said, "I am only helping Ella. She wanted the floor cleaned."

"Well it looks like you are doing a great job. You can come over and do mine if you want anytime."

Laughing she went back to Ella. The two women talked for some time. Ella saw her husband walk past the doorway going somewhere. She knew he had finished the floor. When Marge left she went and looked at the floor. It shone so pretty she was very happy.

She called him to come sit by her. He came in and sat down with a drink. She told him he had surprised her because he hadn't raised his voice once since he got home.

"Well, maybe I finally figured out it doesn't do any good. I do have one question I would like your opinion on."

Ella asked, "What is that?"

"Do you think that maroon colored dress is all right for work tomorrow or does it have too much lace on it?"

"That could be worn to work. It's a little fancier than most work dresses but it could be a work dress. What I would like to know is have you changed your opinion of women in general."

"I hate to say this but I think I have. I can't see how a woman can be on her feet all day wearing heels and keeping her make up looking all right. Women may be the weaker sex but they are a lot stronger than I ever thought. I hope you know what I mean?"

"Oh, yes, I do. You are finally returning to the man I married and love. Tomorrow you can wear your regular suit to work if you want. I guess you have learned what I wanted you to learn."

He said, "Thank you. I really appreciate that. I am sorry it took all of this to make me look at things differently."

Ella asked, "So how did you like wearing a dress?"

He honestly told her. "At first I felt humiliated but then it felt kind of nice. I like the airy feeling and the lightness of it. The high heels can go. They are pure torture. What are you going to do with those dresses I never wore?"

"I don't know. What do you suggest we do with them?"

"I could wear them once in a while. No sense for them to go to waste."

"I have two corsets you have never worn also. We could see what they do for your figure?"

"Sure, you just want to torture me in a different way. I can see that."

He laughed and she had to laugh with him. Then he remembered the nail polish and asked how you got it off. Ella told him she never wears nail polish so there was no remover in the house.

They decided he might as well wear the maroon dress tomorrow and she would get some remover for him tomorrow.

The next morning he appeared wearing the maroon dress. Ella told him he looked great in it and he gave her a big kiss. She told him he now had to redo his lipstick and they both laughed as he went to redo it.

When they both left for work each one felt like they had achieved a victory. He was all smiles as he told Yolanda his days in a dress were over. He told her everything that had happened the night before. She was very surprised when he got up and came and gave her a kiss on the cheek, saying thank you to her.

That night as Ella removed his nail polish he said, "I want to thank you for everything you did to me. I couldn't see your reasoning at first but when I realized I had to change it was all so simple to me. I am sorry you had to go to all of that. I should have listened to you right off."

Ella said, "That's all right. In a way it was fun for me. I figured you would fight it but I was confident you would come around. I just couldn't let you continue like you were. I am really glad it is over."

When it was bedtime they walked to the bedroom holding hands. She was glad to have her loving husband back and he was happy to have a wife who loved him so.

 

© 2004 by Margaret Jeanette

  

  

  

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