Like A Girl

by Jennifer White

 

One of the best things about Keira thought Sam, was how they liked to do so many of the same things. That made their marriage work so well when other friends ran into problems from time to time. Having the same interests meant that they could both do things they liked, at the same time, together. It brought them closer as a couple, and prevented a lot of problems.

Sam saw his friend Bob run into trouble with his wife for example.

"She won't let me play on the hockey team anymore" said Bob.

"Won't let you? Why not?" said Sam.

"Well, we practice on Tuesdays at 11:00 at night, because all the early ice time goes to the kids. So I don't get home until 1:00 in the morning, and she mopes around all night telling me that she can't go to sleep if I'm not there. Then we play on Saturdays, and she always complains that we never get to go out with our friends because I always have a stupid game."

"You mean you never get to go out with *her* friends" said Sam.

"Exactly! She says I abandon her. And now she's getting mean about it. She's cutting me off in bed. I can't keep this up. It is too much of a strain on our relationship. I'm going to have to quit the team."

"But I thought she was attracted to you in the first place, because she was a hockey fan, and you were a player!"

"I thought so too. When we dated, she would show up to all our games, and even watch practice. Now, she hasn't attended even one game in the last year. And man, this is a big issue for her. Its either drop hockey, or face her wrath twice a week. I can't take any more bud. I'm going to quit the team."

"That's too bad" said Sam.

 

But he was luckier than his friend Bob. Sam's sports obsession was tennis. He had played ever since he was a kid growing up. His parents belonged to a country club, and he received lessons ever since he was old enough to hold a racquet. Now in his thirties, he was very good, one of the top players at his club.

Keira had played tennis in high school, and while she wasn't as good as Sam, she could hit the ball pretty darn good. They played mixed doubles together at their tennis club, as well as hitting with each other outside. They would never play games (Sam would demolish her), but they could practice hitting the ball back and forth, running, getting exercise, and doing something *together*, unlike Bob, whose wife was relegated to the role of observer.

So it brought them closer together, and things worked out very well between them. And Sam didn't mind at all looking at his wife in her little white tennis skirt, showing off her long smooth legs. She wore little tops too, which really showed off her physique. One of them had a lower cut neck. She would wear it in mixed doubles, to distract the man on the other side of the net. Sam didn't mind. He was proud that Keira looked like a model, *and* that she could really play tennis. She wasn't afraid to face a hard hitting guy. Not after all the practice hitting she did with him.

Sam was a successful lawyer, and the loving couple bought a big house on a sprawling lot in the suburbs. The clincher for picking the house, was that out behind the four-car garage, was an old tennis court. After resurfacing it and putting in a new net, they now had a place of their very own to practice (at least until fall came with the cold temperatures).

 

* * *

 

In the fall, Keira joined a women's singles league at the club they belonged to. They would play there over the winter, when snow covered their backyard court. They played on Fridays in a mixed doubles travel team, which would take on other clubs in the area, as well as taking private lessons with a tennis pro. Keira's game kept progressing each year, and this was the first time she felt confident enough to play in a singles league.

The couple won the vast majority of their mixed doubles matches, but Keira struggled somewhat in her singles game. She couldn't use her looks to faze her opponent when she was going against another woman, so she had to rely only on her skills. Part of the problem she faced, was that she always practiced against Sam, who pounded the ball, with power and spin. But most women at the club hit the ball much lighter, and with underspin often, instead of Sam's topspin.

But you got a lot more exercise in singles, so she stuck with it, and improved throughout the winter. When springtime came, she had finished in 4th place in her league. Now she was hooked on singles tennis, and she was determined to win the club championship over the summer.

 

It was mid-June, two weeks until the club championships. Sam didn't enter the tournament; he preferred doubles, but there wasn't a suitable partner for him. He would play in the mixed doubles tournament at the end of the fall with Keira, but that was about it. He had enough tennis trophies anyway. What was one more?

"Sam, I have a big favor to ask of you" said Keira.

"Sure baby, what do you want?"

"Well, as you know I've got the club championship coming up."

"You're going to win" said Sam.

"I'd like to think that. But I need to be in top form. I was going to ask you if you could help me practice over the next few weeks, so I could be my very best when I go out on court. I haven't been playing enough lately, and I want to really work hard to get ready."

"Sure thing babe. That sounds fun. Lets go hit right now."

 

They went outside to the back yard, and started to warm up. As their muscles got loose, they started hitting the ball harder and harder. Sam ran down a crosscourt hit from Keira, and smashed it back down the line for a winner.

"Sam, can we talk a second?" said Keira.

"Sure, what is it?" he replied, walking up to the net where she stood.

"Listen honey, I appreciate you trying to play your best to get me in shape, but I need you to do something for me. Women don't hit the ball hard like you do. They don't hit all that topspin. I'm practicing here, as if I was preparing to play a high level man. But I'm not. I'm going to play women, who hit drop shots, soft lobs, and underspin. If I'm going to be ready for the tournament, I need to practice hitting *those* kinds of shots."

"I see" said Sam, nodding his head.

"Okay, lets try it again then."

 

They backed up, and started hitting again. Sam started hitting the ball softer, and Keira was finally getting good practice. But after two minutes, his normal game started to take over. He started hitting harder and harder, until he was back at full speed.

"Sam!" said Keira, "You're pounding the ball again. I thought you were going to hit it softer for me."

"I'm sorry" he said. "It's hard for me to hit it like a girl. Unless I really concentrate on it, I forget."

"Maybe I should train with Ellen instead" said Keira.

"Ellen? She's terrible! She can't rally with you. No, I'll be better. I'll remember to hit it lightly. You need lots of hitting if you're going to be in top shape. That, plus if you and Ellen play, you'll end up talking as much as you hit tennis balls. I've seen you two together."

"Okay then" said Keira. "I'll hit with you. But remember: hit it like a girl!"

"Like a girl" said Sam.

 

Again, they played, and again at first, Sam hit gentle lobs, soft shots, and underspin. But as the rallies went on, he started hitting the ball harder and harder.

"You're doing it again Sam!" said Keira, now with frustration in her voice.

"I'm sorry honey. I start hitting, and I forget. I just do what comes naturally."

"This isn't working. I'll call Ellen" said Keira.

"No. I insist. *I* want you to train with me" said Sam. His male pride wouldn't let him concede that a weak hitting woman might actually be a better practice partner for his wife than he was.

"But you said it yourself. You forget that you're supposed to hit like a girl."

"I'll just have to remember" he said.

Keira stopped, and thought for a moment.

"What you need" she said, "is a reminder. Something so that you won't forget that you're hitting the ball like a girl. Stay here a minute, and practice your serve. I'll be right back."

Sam started whacking serves, while Keira ran inside, and up to her bedroom. She returned a few minutes later with something which she handed to Sam.

"What's that?" he said.

"One of my sports bras. I want you to put it on, under your shirt."

"I'm not wearing a bra!" he said.

"Nobody will see it under your shirt" she said. "Plus, we're behind our house. Nobody can see our court anyway with all the woods around it."

"Yeah, but its a bra!"

"I know what it is silly. Just put it on. You'll feel it under your shirt, and it will remind you that you're supposed to be hitting like a girl."

"I don't know" said Sam.

"Sam, it's either this, or I call Ellen. Your choice."

Sam didn't want to be replaced on the court by a woman. He wanted to be the one that his wife looked up to as her mentor. He *had* to be her hitting partner. His pride wouldn't allow him to concede that a woman like Ellen might be able to do something in tennis that *he* couldn't.

"Give me the bra" he said, taking of his shirt.

Keira giggled as he put on the sports bra, then his shirt. You could see a faint outline of the bra under the white of his polo shirt, but she didn't say a word.

 

At first, Sam was all freaked out, and couldn't even get a ball over the net. But then he settled into a groove, and for the next twenty minutes, he hit the ball like Keira needed him to. He was hitting like a woman, giving her the practice she really needed. She was overjoyed, and she worked harder and harder.

But as they neared the end of their practice session, Sam's harder shots were starting to creep back into his game. And Keira was getting frustrated, since he was now pounding the ball again. The bra had worked, but only to a point. Tomorrow she decided, he would need another stronger reminder.

 

* * *

 

The next day, when it came time to practice tennis, Keira again proposed to Sam that she should get a female hitting partner. And again, he refused, insisting that he should be the one that she practiced with.

"I'll remember to hit like you want" he said.

"You mean, to hit like a girl" she chided.

"Yes. I'll hit like a girl for you."

"Now Sam, yesterday I had you wear a sports bra. That helped, but towards the end, you started hitting the ball like a guy again."

"I know. I'm sorry" he said.

"Apology accepted, but I'm wasting my time if you're hitting like that. Now my idea to give you a little reminder worked pretty well, so today I want you to wear the bra again."

"All right" he sighed. He wasn't happy about it, but if it made her happy, he would do it.

"But the bra only worked to a point. So if we're going to do this, you need something more. This."

She held up a white tennis skirt. Sam's eyes seemed to bug out of his head.

"I'm not wearing that!" he said.

"I didn't think so. I'll call Janice or Tina."

There was no way he was going to wear a skirt, but he didn't want to admit that he was incapable of doing something related to his favorite sport.

"Can't we do this without the skirt?" he said.

"No" replied Keira.

"Come on baby, me, in a skirt?"

"Sure. It will remind you to hit like a girl."

"What if someone sees me?"

"Who will see you in our back yard? We've got all the trees. None of the neighbors can see us. It will just be us."

"I don't know" he said.

"Then I'll call the girls."

"No" said Sam, beaten. "I'll do it."

 

Sam put the sports bra on under his shirt, and instead of his white tennis shorts, he put on Keira's white skirt.

"It's an older one, and it is kind of stretched out" she said. "It should fit you just fine."

The skirt had built in shorts, so when he pulled it on, he noticed that even if you lifted up the skirt, you couldn't see his briefs he wore underneath it. Good. It felt so strange to wear though! When he looked down, instead of two loops, one for each leg, there was just one single line going across the front. It surrounded him. He was wearing a skirt.

Sam couldn't put it into words, but somehow it made him feel weak just to wear it. Somehow, the act of wearing a female garment made him less able to be aggressive. Less able to be assertive. He felt so passive!

Keira sensed his inner conflict. She used it to surprise him. She walked up to him, reached inside his shirt, and stuffed a tennis ball under each side of his bra. Now he had two mounds on his chest (although a little small for his frame size, and not at all jiggly like hers).

Sam was now stunned. The bra. The skirt. The 'breasts'. He stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Come on love" said Keira. "Lets play tennis."

 

"Um, there's not pockets to hold the balls" said Sam, as he stood on the court.

"You put them under your skirt, up the leg of the built in shorts, like this" said Keira.

Sam nodded his head, and put the ball up his skirt. Now it was time to play. And not surprisingly, with his loss of aggression, he hit more like a girl than ever before. And as the practice session wore on, he continued to hit that way. Even more amazing to Keira was that his whole demeanor changed as well. Normally, if she told him to do something, he ignored her, or acted like he resented it. Now, he just did it, without argument, without attitude.

"Hit me some lobs" she said...and he hit her lobs! A few days ago when she suggested that, he refused, telling her she needed to work on her serve. She was fascinated with this change in his behavior. All because of a few little feminine touches.

 

When tennis practice was over, she suggested that they take a shower together. He eagerly agreed, and got in with her. Keira shaved her legs, while he washed his hair. Then she turned to him.

"Hold still" she said.

Keira took the shaver, and started to remove the hair from Sam's left leg.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"Shaving your legs" she replied.

"What? Why would you do that?"

"So you look better in a skirt, love" she said.

"Now Keira..." he started.

"Oh, would you rather do it yourself?" she said.

"No!" he replied.

"I think you'd look sexy without all that hair" she said. "That would really turn me on."

That did it. He relented, and allowed her to continue her work. He looked down at all the hair in the drain, as she made his legs smooth and hairless like hers. When she was done, she started on his chest.

"Keira..." he started.

"Shhh" she replied.

He didn't protest anymore, as she shaved his chest and underarms as well. Now, he was nearly hairless. It felt weird. He itched all over. Thankfully, she rubbed some cream on his skin when they got out of the shower, and that took away the itch.

He dried off as Keira cleaned all the hair from the drain in the shower. It looked so strange to see himself like that. But he didn't think about it too long, as Keira rubbed up against him, and told him that she wanted him. Soon they were in bed together, making passionate love.

 

* * *

 

The next day, when it was time to practice, Sam got a real surprise. He was expecting her to make him wear the bra and the skirt again. But there were some additions this time. First, she had him put on panties, then the skirt. After putting on the bra, she gave him a pair of fake breasts that were very realistic. They even had a hard nipple on them, which showed its shape through the bra. As before, he became extremely passive, and didn't even protest as she went further.

Keira gave him one of her old tennis tops to put on. The top was white, with pink trim. It was a little small for him, but it did fit (just barely, thanks to the stretchy material). And she wasn't done yet. Next, she had him sit down. She took out a hair extension, and attached it to his head. She put a pink and white tennis hat on him, and threaded the extension through the opening in the back. Now it looked like he had long hair, in a ponytail.

Still, she wasn't done. She gave him some ankle high socks to wear, and then a new pair of tennis shoes she had bought. They were women's shoes, white with powder blue trim, but large enough to fit his feet. And then she started with the makeup.

Keira applied mascara, lipstick, and rouge to his face. Then she gave him a spray of perfume. She took out a pair of clip-on ear rings, and put them onto his ears. And then she put "press on" nails on top of his natural fingernails. She painted them a bright pink color, and made him hold his fingers apart so they could dry. Sam was completely intimidated now, and found it hard to even speak. He looked in the mirror, and felt completely powerless. She was turning him into a woman.

 

They went out on the court, and played for an hour and a half. Midway through the hitting, Keira did something weird. She called him by the wrong name!

"Good shot Larissa" she said.

"Larissa?" replied Sam.

"Yes dear. *You*."

Larissa? Where did that come from? But as they continued to play, she continued to address him that way. He realized that it was his *female* name. Another reminder she was using to make sure he kept on hitting like a girl. He felt unable to protest. He felt *scared* inside. He was so weak, he couldn't even tell her no, or protest when she called him by a girl's name. Somehow, all that she had done to him made him feel completely passive, and he was unable to act.

 

When they were done, they went back into the house.

"Are you hungry?" asked Keira.

"Sure" said Sam.

"Okay, lets eat" she replied.

Keira took dinner out, and asked him to set the table. Normally, he never did such a thing. That was women's work. But now he found himself setting the table, getting ice water for the both of them, and helping her with preparations for their meal.

For her part, Keira was overjoyed. She had always wished that her husband would have done these little things to help her out. And now, he was. She was just amazed. Ever since she got him into a skirt, he was so much more willing to do what she asked.

And now he found himself sitting at the dinner table, still wearing a skirt, fake boobs, makeup, and all the little accessories. He was confused, and didn't know *how* to feel. But after dinner, she took him upstairs, and rewarded him with more lovemaking. But she only allowed him to take off his skirt and panties. He kept on the bra, and the fake boobs. And for the first time in the bedroom, Keira got to be on top, as she preferred. He had never let her be in that position, even though she had often begged him. But now, here he was at the bottom, being nice and obedient, minding her wishes.

As Keira came for the second and then the third time, she realized that she was on to something here. She decided that she needed to make more excuses to keep Sam in a skirt. This was good. Very good.

"I love you" she told him, as he came inside her. "You are a lovely woman."

Sam looked up at Keira. She seemed so powerful now. He felt like he was under her control, like she could make him do *anything*. When she told him that he was a woman, and at the same moment he had his orgasm, it was like an explosion in his head. He wasn't just dressing up to remind himself to hit like a girl anymore. He sensed that this had become something more.

He looked up at Keira who had her head tossed back, as she got yet another orgasm. She had such a huge smile on her face. She seemed to be *so* happy.

 

* * *

 

"I don't know if I want to wear that" said Sam the next day, as it was time to get ready for tennis.

"Why not? You wore the white skirt before. Why not the pink one?" said Keira.

"Because, it's like I change when I put it on. I don't like feeling that way" he admitted.

"Sam, put on the skirt" said Keira sternly.

"Yes dear" he said, obeying her.

Now that was different! Even a few days ago, he would have refused if she *ordered* him to do it. But now, even before he was fully dressed, he gave in right away. Keira sensed that something inside him was changing, and the dynamic of their relationship had just shifted significantly. The skirt wasn't even necessary anymore for her to be able to make him do something! He was starting to lose his grip as the leader, and he was fast becoming the follower. Keira decided that he needed a little more time as "Larissa". If just a few hours yesterday made such a difference, what would happen if she could string it out longer?

 

The couple played tennis, with Sam acting as a perfect 'gentlewoman'. And as the day before, when they were done, she had him help with dinner.

"Keep stirring that Larissa. I'll be right back" she said.

Sam nodded, and kept stirring the sauce, while Keira went up to the bedroom. She scrambled a bit in the closet, and took care of a few things she had in mind. Then she returned downstairs, where Sam was still keeping a vigilant eye on the sauce.

"That should be good. Let's eat."

They ate their dinner, and talked about tennis. When they were done, Keira told Sam to clean the table, do the dishes, then come up to the bedroom to meet her. She ran upstairs, and continued the work she had started on.

 

* * *

 

When Sam got to the bedroom twenty minutes later, he found that Keira had changed. She was wearing a black miniskirt, a tight black top, and her black vinyl boots.

"I've made a few changes in our closet" she said. "Come and take a look."

Sam walked into the closet, and looked around in amazement.

"I've gotten rid of much of Sam's clothes, so that you have more room for pretty things to wear Larissa" she said. "When Sam comes home from work, he will almost always change clothes from now on, so that you can be with us, darling."

Sam shivered all over. Keira wanted him to be Larissa now, instead of his normal self! She seemed so powerful, so sure of herself. And with her dressed almost like a dominatrix, he felt unable to even protest against her.

"You can feel that you are mine now, can't you?" she said. "You are in my power, and you will submit to me for all things. You are worthless, you are weak. Get down on your knees."

Sam lowered himself before her.

"Lick my boots" she said.

He obeyed her.

"Tell me that you are completely mine."

"I am completely yours" he said.

"From now on, *I* tell you what to do, what to think, what to feel."

"Yes" he replied, as he looked up at her. She was right. He belonged to *her*.

"A woman controls you now, in every aspect of your life" she said. "And to show me how much you look up to me, from now on while you are at home, you will dress as a woman, act like a woman, walk, talk, think and *feel* like a woman."

Sam felt dizzy. She was taking completely control of his life! And he felt that he could not even argue with her. He felt like he really did belong to her, completely.

"Lets get you into a dress" she said.

 

Fifteen minutes later, Sam found himself wearing a yellow dress with bright flowers printed on the fabric, and a frilly fringe at the bottom. He was wearing pantyhose. We was wearing special panties with padding to give his butt a more feminine shape, as well as his hips. He was wearing a girdle to make his tummy look smaller, and to also help give the illusion of curves. Instead of a comfortable sports bra, he was wearing an underwire support bra, holding up his realistic fake boobs. And his feet were crammed into a pair of high heeled shoes.

"You are a woman now. You are Larissa" said Keira.

"I am a woman" replied Sam.

"And you are *my* woman" she said. "You will do as I say."

"I am yours" said Sam.

Keira smiled. Now it was time for Sam to take his next steps. This time, instead of putting fake nails on him, Keira showed him how to file his own nails.

"We will let them grow out, so we can shape them into longer ovals" she said.

Once the filing was done, she showed him how to paint his own nails. As they dried, he looked at the bright red color on them. His own nails, brightly painted.

"Tomorrow, we'll paint your toenails too" she said.

Now it was time for full makeup. One the court, he had worn just a few touches, here and there, to make his face look better. But now Keira applied everything from foundation to mascara, from lip gloss to eyeliner, from rouge to eyeshadow. Sam's hair was light blonde, so his eyebrows were very light in color too, and hard to see. She started to apply something to them, making them stand out.

"What's that?" he asked, in a panic.

"Don't worry love. Soon you'll learn how to do all this yourself. Every day when you get up, you will put on your own makeup. And every night, after you take it off, you will start to use some of my creams to soften your skin. You'll have nice soft smooth skin, just like a pretty girl."

Keira put a necklace on him, followed by a bracelet, and then she pulled out a ring.

"This was my mother's wedding ring" she said, as she forced it onto the ring finger of his left hand, after removing his manly gold wedding band.

"Why are you doing that?" he said.

"So that when men see you, they know you're married, and then they won't hit on you as much. You don't want men hitting on you Larissa, do you?"

"No!" he said.

"Good. Then you'll be glad to wear a wedding ring."

It had a diamond solitaire that sparkled in the sunlight that streamed through the window. Sam was used to his simple gold band, but this ring had the gem mounted on top, and it really changed how his hand looked, along with the bright color of his nail polish.

Next, Keira brought out a very realistic wig, with long hair in almost the same blonde color as on Sam's head. She put it on him, showing him what he needed to do *every* day, in order to wear it.

"Once your hair grows out, say to about shoulder level, we can put this away. But until then, you need a more womanly hairdo, and a wig is a wonderful shortcut to great hair for you."

Sam stared into the mirror. He could not believe all that Keira had just done to him. He was looking more and more like a woman. Keira was dominating him, making him like a slave to her. And all he could do was to fall deeper and deeper into her service. He didn't feel like he could even protest. Why was he so weak? He was letting her walk all over him! He should be standing up, like a man, and face her!

But he wasn't a man anymore, was he. There he was, wearing a dress, looking pretty, and staring at himself in a mirror. Just like a woman.

"From now on, you are a woman" she said. "From now on, you are mine. Every day, you will shave your legs. You will put on your own makeup. You will make yourself look pretty like this. Soon, your closet will have more women's clothes than men's. You will live as a woman at home. This is you now. You are Larissa. You are a woman. You are mine."

"I am yours" said Sam.

"Good, love. I'm glad you understand your place in the world. Now we need to go downstairs and get ready. The girls will be over soon for lunch."

"The girls?" said Sam, his eyes widening in panic.

"Yes. Janice and Tina. They're coming over for lunch. Afterwards, we might go and play some tennis. Women's doubles. You'd be good at that, since you're such a good female tennis player now."

"I can't let them see me like this!" said Sam.

"Like what Larissa? You look fine."

"No, I mean..."

"Oh I get it. You want to change into your tennis outfit. Go right ahead. Wear the pink skirt today. You're really cute in that one. Change up, and hurry downstairs so we can be ready for them. Go. Now!"

With the word, he jumped. Sam undressed, took off the fancy shoes and the pantyhose. He put on the pink tennis skirt, and the white tank top with the matching pink trim. He dug through the socks drawer to find the matching socks, and then he put on his tennis shoes. He looked in the mirror. He did look cute, but they would know he wasn't really a woman. But he *had* to go downstairs to meet them. Keira told him to, and he had to do what she said.

He hurried down the stairs, trying to walk like a woman, the way she showed him. He found Keira preparing lunch for the girls.

"Set the table love" she said. "Then pour some iced tea for everyone, and fill the water pitcher."

Sam scrambled to do the work. He was just placing the water pitcher on the table, when the doorbell rang.

"Love, I'm in the middle of something. Can you get that?" said Keira.

"Sure" replied Sam. He hustled over to the door. It was only as he opened it that it dawned on him that he was dressed as a woman, wearing a short pink tennis skirt. He felt like he was about to die as he opened the door, and saw the two women standing there.

"Hi, I'm Tina" said the first one. "You must be Larissa. Keira has told us all about you."

Sam worried. Exactly what had Keira told them?

"I'm Janice" said the second one. "Nice to meet you Larissa."

"Welcome, come right in" said Sam. "You can put your tennis bags here in the hall. We've got lunch ready, and we can play afterwards."

"Wonderful" said Tina, who was wearing a white pleated tennis skirt, and a very skimpy white top that showed off her cleavage. Janice was wearing a one-piece tennis dress, white with powder blue trim. Both of them looked very athletic, and very attractive. Under normal circumstances, Sam would have wanted to flirt with them. But he couldn't, because now he was a woman.

He showed them to the dining room, where they went over to Keira and gave her a hug. They talked excitedly, and seemingly all at once. It made his head spin. Women talked differently then men did. He decided that if he was too quiet and moped, or if he acted like he normally would, then they'd pick him out as a man too easily. His only hope was to throw himself into the role, and try to act like one of the girls. They were talking about each other's outfits. Sam walked over to where they were all standing.

"I love your tennis dress" he said to Janice. "It's really cute."

"Thanks! I was going to compliment you on your outfit. That pink suits you well. I think that's your color, honey."

Sam blushed. Pink was his color?

"Does your top have a built-in bra?" asked Tina.

"No, I have to wear a sports bra with this one" said Sam.

"You should try some of the newer ones. The have a built in bra, and they're really comfortable. Like this one I've got, look how cute the little straps are. If you need to have a bra on, you can't have thin straps like these!"

"They're so cute!" said Keira, as she carried the salad bowl to the table. "I've got to get some tops like that. Maybe Larissa and I can go shopping with you soon, and you can show us some other cute outfits."

"I'd love to! A girl can't get enough shopping!" said Tina.

The others laughed, so Sam joined in, not wanting to be left out.

 

They sat down to eat. Keira passed around the bowl of spinach salad, while they all took the little breads and cheeses off the tray, along with the artichoke dip. They talked while they ate.

"That's a lovely wedding ring" said Tina, as she took hold of Sam's hand.

"It was my mother's" he said, echoing Keira's line.

Keira looked at him, smiled and winked.

"It is gorgeous" said Janice.

"Thank you" said Sam, blushing.

The mention of marriage among three wedded women meant one thing: it was time for them to start talking about their men. Sam didn't know what he was in for.

"Marvin couldn't afford a ring like that when we got married" sighed Janice. "But now he's doing better. I suggested that we renew our vows, since we're coming up on ten years. But he wasn't very interested. I was hoping he'd buy me a new, bigger ring. But he doesn't have a clue."

"Tell me about it!" said Tina. "Tony was all romantic when we first got married, but now he never wants to go out. He doesn't want to go dancing. He might go out for a big dinner with me, but he'll drink a bottle of wine, come home, and fall asleep on the couch. Every girl's dream."

"My Sam doesn't do that, but I get so frustrated how he never helps around the house. I end up doing all the cooking, all the cleaning, take out the trash, do the dishes. Sometimes I think he views me has his maid, instead of as his wife. I wanted to be equal partners, but for all these years he's looked at me as some sort of servant."

Sam blushed. Did she really feel that way about him? He felt a terrible shame. It suddenly started to dawn on him exactly why Keira was doing all of this. She was trying to make *him* understand what it was like to be a servant. She was getting back at him for his years of neglect. And she was trying to make him understand what it was like for her, as the woman. He also found a little of himself in each of the other women's rants.

"How about your husband, Larissa" said Tina.

"Yes, you've been very quiet" added Janice.

Sam realized that he needed to say something, or else he would risk being found out.

"It is all the things you've said. A lack of communication. An expectation of doing all the housework. A neglect of my feelings. You've all said it better than I ever could."

"We understand" said Janice, squeezing Sam's hand.

"We're here to support you" added Tina.

"Go ahead dear, just keep talking. Don't be shy" said Keira.

"Well, for one thing, he doesn't know how to dress" said Sam.

Keira had accused him of that a million times!

"Sometimes I want to go into his closet, throw half of it out, and put in some proper clothes."

They all laughed. Sam laughed too, but it was freaky that the clothes she had thrown out, she had replaced with *women's* clothes. He doubted that the others would want to do that! But as the women continued to chat, a realization swept over him, and in a moment of startling clarity, he saw everything from his life in a completely different light.

All the little things these women were complaining that their husbands did...he had made all those same mistakes himself. He had neglected Keira emotionally at times. He didn't communicate with her always. He wasn't supportive when he needed to be, or he took her for granted. He wasn't romantic anymore, doing all the little things he had done when he was wooing her.

As Tina and Janice complained about their husbands, he became more and more pained. He had done all those things himself, and he had never realized how much it hurt Keira. He felt like such a fool, such an idiot. How could he have let himself get away from making her feel cherished and loved? How could he have been thinking in terms of himself, not of her, or better yet *them*? How had he let their relationship together fall from being the most important thing in his life?

 

And now he understood. She wasn't doing all this to him to embarrass him. It wasn't to humiliate him by making him dress up as a girl in front of her friends. It wasn't so that she could dominate him and make him her slave. No, she was doing all this for *him*, so that he would understand. She was doing something outside her normal personality, becoming dominant, so that he would learn and improve himself as a person.

Sam's heart melted. Tears filled his eyes. He loved Keira now, more than he ever had in his life. More than anything. More than he loved himself. He looked at her with such admiration, love, and devotion. She was everything to him.

 

"Larissa, you're crying. What's wrong?" said Tina, concerned.

"Nothing" said Sam. "It's just that I'm so happy, I can't help it!"

Keira gave him a hug, and whispered into his ear.

"Do you want me to send them home?"

Sam could only manage a small nod.

Keira smiled, and told him to go wash his face, and change into something more comfortable. She talked to Tina and Janice, telling them that Larissa wasn't feeling well, and they needed to call off tennis for the day. They were disappointed, but understanding. They drove home, leaving Keira alone with Sam.

She went up to their bedroom to find him. Sam was in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He had taken off the tennis clothes and the girdle. Now, he was wearing a light blue housedress, and flip-flops.

"You don't have to dress like that anymore. It's all over" said Keira.

"No" replied Sam. "I need to dress like this, so I can remind myself of what I had become. You made me see the light Keira, and now I understand. I want to be everything you always wanted, but being a man that isn't always possible. So I need to be a woman sometimes, so that I don't forget. I need to be like you, so I can truly understand you. I need to be like you, so I can feel as you feel. I want you to dominate me, and make me your servant, so I can please you. I love you with all my heart. I am yours, now and forever."

Now it was Keira's turn to have tears in her eyes.

"You don't have to be a woman for me. You don't have to be my slave. You can be my equal, my peer. I want an even partnership. I don't want to be a maid, but I don't want you to be one for me either. I just want us to share with the responsibilities around the house. You can be a man. My man."

"I want you" said Sam.

He took her by the hand, and led her to the bedroom. He sat her down on the edge of the bed, and pulled her skirt off. Then he pulled down her panties.

"Lay back" he said, spreading her legs wide. He knelt down before her, and put his mouth up to her soft sweet slit between her legs. He was going down on her! Something she craved, but he had only done twice in all their years together. He had told her that he found it gross, and she had never pressed him on the issue. But here he was, doing it to her willingly. In no time, she was having her first of many orgasms for the day.

When she was too tender, and he had to stop, Sam got up on the bed himself. He pulled down his panties, pulled up his skirt, and laid on his back.

"I want you on top of me. Make me your woman" he said.

Keira gladly obliged him, got on top, and mounted him. He looked up at her beautiful face, her breasts which jiggled as she bounced up and down on him, her hair, her body....she was just perfect. She was everything. And now, he felt like he was a woman too. Just like her. He belonged to her, and that was the way things should be.

"I'm a woman" he said, as he neared his climax. "I am a woman."

"Yes," said Keira as she moaned with delight, "you are my woman."

 

From that day on, once Sam took his place at Keira's side, as her loving woman, the couple attained a perfect relationship together, and lived happily ever after.

 

The End

  

  

  

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