Femme-in-Eyes

by Jennifer White

  

Monte and Camille had a decent marriage. He was happy for the most part with it, although her whining , complaining and nagging could be a drag sometimes. She however, was far from satisfied. He didn't pay enough attention to her. He didn't seem to *feel* anything. She couldn't stand being with someone so emotionless! She was getting more and more frustrated, but he either didn't notice or didn't care.

She tried to get him to do a few 'couples bonding' things, but he wasn't interested. "Stupid games" he'd call them. She tried sharing with him, and tried to get him to communicate, but that just seemed to drive him away further. Angry and upset (and rightfully so!), she bought a product off the internet.

Camille was surfing the web on iVillage for women, when she saw a pop-up ad. Normally she would ignore an ad, but this one promised to help with a situation like hers.

 

Having a troubled relationship with your man? He doesn't listen to you? He doesn't seem to have any feelings? He won't communicate? He won't share in the housework?

Femme-In-Eyes is the only product guaranteed to make him see things your way. These simple to use glasses allow a man to see things from a woman's perspective. After just one use, he will open up, and become the man you always wanted him to be!

 

She was suspicious, but she was desperate. She loved him more than anything, but it was getting to the point where she was thinking of leaving. So she took the chance, and sent in her order. She put in her credit card information, shipping address, and personal profile. Then she chose the style.

Femme-In-Eyes looked like ordinary glasses, but ones in women's styles. There were sunglasses, reading glasses, ordinary glasses, and so on. She picked ones that were "granny glasses", because they were the latest style that all the cool women were wearing. She completed the order, then went back to reading the article on sex discrimination in the workplace.

* * *

 

Seven to ten days later, as promised, the glasses arrived in the mail. They were in a plain brown wrapper box. She opened it, pulled out all of the careful packing, and examined the glasses. They seemed like just plain ordinary glasses, so she wondered if she was ripped off.

She read the instructions, which included tips on how to get your man to put them on for the first time. Men would be reluctant to wear women's glasses, so you had to trick him. It explained several approaches, and she picked the one that seemed most likely to work with Monte.

 

When Monte came back from work, two hours late, he explained that he was going with the guys for 'just one beer', but they ended up talking for hours.

"Your food is cold now" she said.

"That's OK, I ate at the bar."

Camille scowled. All her work cooking, and he didn't even care! She was about ready to stomp off in disgust, but she kept her emotions in check, and kept smiling.

"That's all right dear. Oh, can you help me with something?"

He looked at her with 'that look'. He was just back from a hard days work, and she was going to give him a chore! He hated that, although she couldn't understand how someone who had time to hang out at the bar for hours with the guys could never find the time or energy to do a simple task around the house! Why did she have to do it all?

"This will be really easy" she said. "I just got my new glasses. Don't you think they're cute?"

"Hmmm" he said, barely looking up from the sports section of the paper he had picked up.

"The left lens seems blurry to me, like there is something wrong with the glass. Would you put them on for a moment, and tell me what you see?"

"Mmm, ok" he said, reaching up for them, still reading about baseball or some stupid sport.

He finally looked at them, then pulled them up to his face. He didn't see any problem with the lens, so he pulled them on closer. Soon, he had them on completely. Everything looked fine. He blinked. Then it happened.

 

Suddenly, everything looked different! It was all clear, as if the prescription was exactly for him, but everything looked stunningly different than it had just a moment ago! He noticed things that he hadn't seen before!

For example, he noticed a spot on his shirt. He must have spilled something at the bar. He must have been like that for hours. Suddenly, he felt embarrassed. How could he have been going around like that? People had seen him! What a tragedy!

He was going to get up to change shirts, when he saw the sink. There were pots and pans stacked up! Well, if he was going to change his shirt, he should really do the dishes first, because he might get something else on himself. So he went to the sink, and started on the dishes.

"So how was your day?" he said as he began washing.

Camille was stunned! Not only was he doing a chore by himself, without asking, for the first time in over a year, but he also asked her something she had been longing for him to say! She talked to him about her day, and for the first time in years, he seemed genuinely interested!

"You know" he said, "the valences you put on the windows last week really make the room look nice. You should buy some for the living room too."

He hadn't even noticed her hard work decorating the dining room, until now! And 'Mr. Tightwad' was actually suggesting that she spend more money decorating? This product was too good to be true! She was going to call all her friends tomorrow and tell them about it.

"I'm going upstairs to change shirts. This one has a spot on it" he said. Again, she was stunned. He never noticed things like that! This product really worked! He came back wearing a shirt that actually matched his pants too. It was a miracle.

He walked into the living room, and picked up a photo of her sister's new baby, which was sitting on the coffee table.

"You know" he said, "she's really cute. I would love to hold her. Just look at that face! Aw..."

Monte hated babies! As much as he always wanted sex, he insisted that she get on the pill, because he wasn't 'ready' for a baby. Never mind her needs! But now he was cooing at the picture of Jackie, which he had looked on in disgust, just the day before! Amazing.

"Where are you going?" she asked him as he put the picture down.

"To get a frame. We shouldn't leave this out gathering dust. Oh and that reminds me, the shelves look a little dusty. I had better clean them while I think of it."

what? Mr. Procrastinator himself? Doing a job right away? Camille was almost crying now, feeling so happy about this sudden change in his personality.

 

After he dusted the shelves and put the baby picture into a frame, and put it on his desk, they went up to bed. He didn't even notice that he was still wearing the glasses. In bed, for the first time in their entire relationship, he really took care of her, and did what *she* liked. He went down on her! He never did that! He made her come so many times! She felt completely in love with him now, this idealized person he had become.

And he was equally as happy. To see her enjoy it so much made him feel such pleasure himself! They fell asleep in each other's arms, after he carefully took off the glasses, and laid them on the night stand by the bed.

* * *

 

It was Saturday, and the both slept in until 8:30, after being up so late last night making love. Camille was up first, and took a shower. When she emerged to towel off, Monte was there, with a cup of hot coffee for her, just the way she liked it with cream and sugar (actually, sweet & low to save on calories!). He never did that for her.

"So, the effects last. Its not just when he wears the Femme-In-Eyes" she thought to herself.

Monte took a shower next while she dressed, did her hair, and put on her makeup. When he was done, the wiped down the shower and used a tissue to pull the hair out of the drain. *Without being told to*! That was unheard of. He never helped, unless she reminded him.

Camille decided that if this was the effects from one evening with the Femme-In-Eyes, what would happen if he used them the whole day?

"Here my love, you look so sexy with these on" she said, holding up the glasses for him. He grinned and put them on, and posed as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"This mirror needs to be cleaned" he said. "I'll do it after I cook breakfast for you."

 

After they ate and he did the dishes, they decided to go for a walk. Camille wanted to exercise all the time, to try and lose weight (or at least not gain any!), but Monte was never interested in doing things like that with her. But today, he was more than willing.

They walked three miles, then returned home.

"Those flowers you planted really look pretty" he said as they walked up their driveway. "But the garden really needs to be weeded."

"Yes it does. I'll do that right now."

"Why don't we do it together?" he said, which brought a bright smile to Camille's face.

* * *

 

After weeding, Monte vacuumed the living room while Camille prepared lunch.

"What should we do this afternoon?" she asked.

"Well, you've been wanting to go to the art museum. Or we could go see your friend Carol. You always talk about how much you miss hanging out with her since we were married."

"But you hate her."

"Well, she's not so bad. She's just jealous that I get to spend so much time with you. It's my fault really. I'd like to patch things up with her. Perhaps we could bring her flowers, and a bottle of wine as a peace offering. What do you think?"

Camille was again stunned. This was too good to be true! Her husband was not only listening to her when she talked, but he was doing the things she had always wished that he would. This wondrous new product was supposed to let him see things from a woman's perspective, but it seemed to do more. He was acting the way a woman would want her husband to act!

 

They cleaned up, and put on fresh clothes for their outing.

"That blue really brings out your eyes" said Monte, looking at Camille's outfit. "And it even matches the pattern in your skirt."

He never complemented her on clothes, unless it was about how much of her boobs he could see. He continued to amaze her. They went to the art museum, and looked at all of the pictures, especially Camille's favorite, the French impressionists. They also had three VanGogh paintings, which she loved. when it was time to leave, Camille went to the ladies room, while Monte waited.

When she emerged, he was waiting for her, holding a framed print of Monet's "Water Lilies". She almost cried, she was so happy.

"I know it is your favorite. I think its time I take down that stupid rock star poster, and we put up something that fits our decor better. Don't you think?"

"Oh thank you! Its so lovely! And you even thought to get a frame that matches our furniture!"

She kissed him, and they held hands as they walked to the car.

* * *

 

The evening with Carol went wonderfully too. Monte was apologetic at first, and quiet. But he asked Carol questions, and listened intently to her answers. In time, she warmed up, and by the end of the evening, the bottle of wine drank up (along with two more from Carol's wine rack!), they were acting like old friends.

"You must come over some time so we can cook dinner for you" said Monte.

"I will. Thank you so much" said Carol, who waved to them as they drove home.

"She has really changed him for the better" thought Carol as she double locked her door. "He used to be a real clod, but now he is wonderful!"

* * *

 

Camille woke up at 6:30am, and couldn't get back to sleep. Monte looked so peaceful and content sleeping, so she got up to take a five mile run, and let him sleep in. She put on her sports bra and her sweats, then took off into the darkness, the glow of the first red rays of dawn just emerging in the east over the tree line.

She had time to really think during her run. She had never been so happy in all her life. She really loved Monte, and he had become the man she always had wished him to be.

 

When Camille got home, she was in for a big surprise. Monte was up, and had prepared a light breakfast for her. A grapefruit was cut up, sitting in a bowl on the table, along with a lite english muffin, jam and butter, yogurt, and a cup of hot tea. A single fresh flower from the garden was in a vase in the center of the table, with an identical setting for Monte opposite hers.

That was impressive, but there was a problem too. Monte was again wearing the Femme-In-Eyes, which he had now worn for the third day in a row. The had effected him so well up to this point, but now he had done something shocking.

He wasn't wearing his usual robe and slippers for a Sunday morning. No. Instead, he was wearing her blue floral skirt with a white top! A bra could clearly be seen underneath the white fabric. His legs were shaved! He was wearing makeup! When she walked in, he was painting his nails! What was going on?

"Monte, what's wrong?" she said.

"Nothing my love. Don't you like your breakfast?"

"Yes it's wonderful. But why are you wearing that?"

"You don't like it? I thought the white was a good contrast with the blue. Do you think I should wear a different top?"

"What about your clothes?"

"Ugh! There was nothing good to wear! I looked, but I just couldn't make a good outfit out of it. I want to go shopping this afternoon, so I can get some cute outfits. I just can't bear the thought of wearing those ugly trousers. I need a few skirts like this. Something for summer."

"Monte, those are women's clothes!"

"Oh, and I'm sorry my dear. I had to borrow your makeup. There didn't seem to be any in my drawer in the bathroom. Why don't I have any makeup? You know I can't go out in public without at least mascara and lipstick. I'd feel naked!"

"Monte! You're a man! Why are you doing this?" she said, upset and confused. What happened? He was acting so perfect last night! But now he was acting like....a woman.

"Oh my god" she said.

"What?"

Camille ran to the den, and pulled the brown cardboard box out of the trash. She dug through the packing materials, and found the piece of paper with the instructions for the Femme-In-Eyes.

 

Product Instructions

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-Have your man wear Femme-In-Eyes, and watch as he becomes the perfect mate!

-Your man should wear Femme-In-Eyes for one (1) to two (2) hours per day, for

up to a week. The effects will become permanent with repeated use.

-Warning: not for use by minors. Prolonged exposure can lead to side effects

such as total brain feminization.

 

 

"Monte, take off those glasses now!" she yelled.

"Anything for you my dear, but can you do me a favor?"

"What?" she said, quivering from the fear she now felt.

"That name, Monte, it just isn't right for me. Could you call me Monique?"

"But that's a girl's name!" she said.

"Exactly. I'd feel so much more comfortable."

* * *

 

"Here they are Alice" said Camille, handing the granny glasses over to her old college friend.

"These things really work?" asked Alice, uncertainly.

"Oh yes they do. But be careful. Only use them on him one or two hours a day, and only for a week. I got greedy and used them too much. He thinks he's a woman now, and he acts and dresses line one. I've convinced him to go to work in a suit and tie, but he insists on wearing a bra and panties underneath it. Then when he gets home, he changes into one of his skirts."

"I can't believe it! Monte?"

"Monique now. But let me tell you something: he is the perfect companion. Remember how wonderful it was when we lived together in that apartment when we were seniors? We were best friends, we did everything together, and we enjoyed each moment together?"

"Yes, of course. It was the best time in my life."

"Well that's what I have now, except Monique has a...um...thingie between her legs."

"Oh Cammy, you were always so shy about sex. It's called a penis."

"Yes, I know. So I've got a chick with a dick now. She's the perfect partner. We love the same things. She really knows how to talk, and how to listen. She has the same emotional depth that I do. And she is a wonder in bed, taking care of me."

"Sounds good to me!"

"It's just hard living with a man who wants to always go around in my clothes. He has his own wardrobe of women's clothes now, so he doesn't stretch mine out anymore. But I can't go out in public with him like that! I should have stopped when these things changed his behavior, but I got greedy. Don't over do it, or your guy will turn into a chick too."

"And what do you call these things again?"

"Femme-In-Eyes."

 

  

  

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