Who Wears the Trousers

by Lauran Travis

 

It was a blazing row, I had lost my job and prospects, the redundancy was not a lot, and I went out to get drunk which as a light drinker did not take much. Sue was waiting for me and told me off for my behaviour. I stupidly retaliated saying how could she understand, she was only a woman, good at standing about and looking pretty, women keep the house clean, and chat a lot. Next morning she calmly told me that if being a housewife is so easy, then we both look for work, the one who ends up with a job first wears the trousers. Well I agreed, she had not worked in years, and I felt sure she would not find a well paid job, but it did make me start doing something myself.

I was ringing agencies, sending letters being active in my search, when Sue got a letter, and she immediately read it out. She had a job, pay was OK when could she start? She rang to say straight away, and she did the next day.

I spent that next day desperately looking for a job, to avoid humiliation, but when she came home I was still unemployed, being either to qualified, or to specialised, not even an unskilled job to offer her. She was tired and wanted to know where the meal was, I failed to realise that being at home meant I had time for housework, and set about preparing a simple meal. Next day I was better prepared, though she arrived home in a pair of trousers, a first for Sue, stating that if she was wearing the trousers then she needed to buy some. Next shock was that if she wore trousers then I should reflect this. 'If I was not wearing the trousers, then, and repeated my words, stand about look pretty, keep the house clean and chat. I was now to keep house, look pretty and chat' I asked what she meant. All I got was that I had a lot to learn; I suspected she meant cooking and cleaning, I was wrong.

She came home towards the end of the week and said she was on a training course for a fortnight, which should give me time to learn some new skills, I would nod agreeing but felt she was taking my position and making the decisions.

On Sunday she came off the phone and told me she had found somewhere that would teach me these new skills, and a car would call round to pick me up in an hour. All rather rushed I protested, strike while the irons hot she replied, just pack a toothbrush everything is provided. So without a clean change of clothes I was picked up by the taxi and driven across the city, Sue saying she looked forward to seeing me in fortnight.

It appeared to be a hotel but it was not. A large lady met me and showed me to a room, it seemed to be occupied because all cupboards and drawers looked full. My host sighed an oh dear and commented that people should come prepared and went to get Vera. A small but obviously the principle person, who took me aside. She did wish partners would not do this; send spouses without telling them where they are going. Never the less she explained, this was a place where women learn to wear the trousers, and men learn to wear skirts, Sue had already paid, I could leave but there was no refund, and no guarantee what the reception would be at home. I decided it was going to be easier to fall in than object, so went back to the room, Gill the big lady was waiting, and pleased to see me. I was to undress and place everything in a bag which then disappeared. Sitting in a bathrobe I was then shown a booklet that covered all I would need to know for my stay, a timetable, objectives and targets. I apparently had a five star booking which meant I got all the help and treatment available, but also if I attained certain targets I would be rewarded, though the reward was unclear, the way I felt going back a few weeks would be the ideal reward. I was left alone to read the booklet; there were also several magazines and a welcome pack. I had a look in the wardrobe and found only dresses; the drawers only had bras and knickers. I turned my attention to the welcome pack. There were leaflets on allsorts, make up, dressing, hair, posture, the list seemed endless. There were some tubes and pots as well, which apparently related to the leaflets. Gill returned with some food and was pleased to see the welcome pack open.

To cut out the detail, between the Sunday afternoon and Monday lunch, I underwent a startling change. I lost all my body hair, including the pubic, my penis was strapped between my legs, false tits were glued to my chest, I was then glad of a bra to take the weight, my own hair was extended and coloured a light brown, I was shown how to put on stockings, fasten a dress on my own, walk in heels, and apply make up. I could not believe the difference, I was told that depending on the initial look depends on actual targets and rewards, though I was not told what my targets would be, except they felt I could do really well. Then I found out more of what was to come, there were 5 other guests plus 2 staff. The staff being Trudy and myself. We were given a list of jobs that we were expected to do each day. Basically all the chores, so we had to be up and serve breakfast for the guests, clean the rooms, make and serve lunch, maybe more cleaning, a talk about being female in the afternoons, then cook and serve dinner, followed by being hostesses, chatting and making sure everybody had a drink. To add to this we had to be dressed suitably at all times. There was daywear for morning, a waitress dress for lunch, then back to daywear, and then evening wear for dinner and hostessing. As you can imagine this was hard work, but just as we felt we had it more or less sorted, we were given a reward. They told us it would improve the overall femininity. Thursday afternoon I was given my corset, and told it would stop me slouching, keeping my back straight, we also had acrylic nail extensions fitted and painted. We both liked the look of them until we had to prepare dinner and our fingers had to be watched carefully. Our wardrobe changed over time, the evening dresses became more difficult to wear, either they were ankle length and we had trouble not stepping on the hems, or minis so short we dispensed with stockings. About the weekend our shoes changed, what we thought of as high heels were now by comparison flat. All we could find one morning was a pair of stiletto sandals to wear, which was a tiring challenge. The afternoon talks covered everything I thought off plus some more, I had to think about how I looked, spoke, walked, sat, learn new body language, besides the domestic cooking and cleaning. Somehow Gill and Vera managed to generate a pride in us getting it right.

Very quickly Trudy and I became friends, looking out for one another, and sharing the workload. By the weekend we were advising each other with tips, and seeing Trudy in the shower, naked did not feel odd at all, in fact she was very attractive. She had come willingly, the submissive in a gay relationship they thought a change would be nice, and she always enjoyed dressing up as a child, and now planned to get rid of her trousers completely when she got home. I started of wanting to get my trousers back, but as the time passed I became quite relaxed in a dress, and doing the domestic bit.

During the second week we were told we would have to go out for a walk, this filled us both with dread, it was just to the post box and back, but it felt like miles. The front door was a welcome sanctuary on our return. But then we had to answer the door, go out more, by the second weekend Vera had taken us both to a supermarket shopping, and we survived, Vera giving us confidence when we thought people were staring.

Towards the end of our stay we were given access to the wardrobe room, Gill had always chosen for us, but given a free hand was very nice, Trudy shocked me the first lunch after, when she found a short flared maids outfit, and served lunch in it. Then found a long evening dress with halter neck and revealing side slits for the hostessing. Everybody commented on it, as well they might. There were a couple of trousers (men or TVs the other way) in that night and she flirted with them shamefully. Her clothes and behaviour shocked me. The next morning over breakfast she told me don't knock it until you try it. We only had a few days' left and Vera using Trudy as back up persuaded me to wear a flattering choice. It was a white see through dress that the short slip was clearly visible through; I at first felt very self-conscious but as the compliments came I got to like it. Well who doesn't like flattery?

The talks continued, and the tests or challenges got harder, we would be videoed then shown them, and we both improved over time. Two things stood out, one was being told to use a tampon, because women do, being the explanation. Connected was instruction on how to have sex, this had never crossed my mind, but having a tampon inserted at the time of this talk made me feel differently to how I expected to react, and found myself wondering what a boyfriend would be like. A painful afternoon was when we were shown how to hide our genitals, by pushing them back inside and taping them up, it looked good in a bikini, but after 10 days of it taped between my legs it was not that much worse, and that night we had very short minis to wear, in which everything would be seen, maybe we looked like tarts, but good ones.

By the end of the second week I felt as though I was fairly well accomplished, and had a pride in the standard achieved, in the hotel I appeared to be a woman. I knew the whole thing had been set up by Sue to emphasize the fact she was the breadwinner, and I now had her role. I expect she thought I would hate it but as I prepared to leave I admitted to enjoying my stay, and promised to keep in touch.

At first I could not wait for the end of fortnight and the return of my trousers, now I was not particularly bothered, a whole new life had opened up and if Sue wanted the trousers then she was welcome to them. She came to pick me up on the Sunday morning, so I asked if I could dress one last time to meet her, I choose a pink close fit dress, stiletto sandals, silky underwear, a waspie and stockings, then applied make up with all the care I had learnt, my hair brushed around my face, polished nails, light jewellery and I was ready.

Once ready I sat looking out for Sue, so I could go out to greet her. This seemed like a good idea, then she could see the new me, admire the dress, and be impressed by her investment in the training. But she seemed taken aback by the situation, and froze when I kissed her. She had a chat with Vera who told her how good I had been, I told her how much I had enjoyed it. Excusing myself to change, Vera told me I need not change, if I wanted to keep the outfit I had earned it, as well as a parcel Gill had put together of things I would need when I got home. Sue was quiet so I said "Come along love I expect we need to do some shopping on the way home, what do you fancy for dinner, and these jeans, do you want them or should we leave them in the past?" Sue just looked at me, and the look said this was not supposed to be the outcome. I leant over kissed her and walked out to the car. I heard Vera say there was no way of predicting the outcome, but to enjoy the outcome it was money well spent, I was a smashing girl. I said we would be back; Sue might like to come as a guest in the future!

  

  

  

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