SHE IS THE HUSBAND...John stared at his wife..she was wearing one of his shirts..and a tie! His wife was pale but perfectly calm, "When we were kids..I wore your clothes..and YOU wore mine!Remember?"John felt his cheeks burn at the memory. He could only nod.She took his hands in hers saying, "Well I want to wear them now. I want to be...your...your .. husband. Not all the time, just when I'm in the mood. "His mouth dropped open. "And what about me...does that mean I'm your wife?"She nodded. "Yes. I've wanted to ask for years, but I thought you'd be upset. I'd loveto be the man about the house...just for a few hours every now and then. Andyou...you'd look so pretty if you let me help you."He shook his head. "No, I don't mind you wearing my clothes...but I'd look ridiculousin a frock."Martha shrugged helplessly. "But I'd only do it if you did too. Please, please helpme...I know you'd LIKE to wear a dress!"John felt breathless. There was a dull roaring in his ears. Why was his mouth so dry.He shook his head miserably. "No. I won't , I CAN'T!"Martha squeezed his hand. "It's alright, I understand. I was mad to even suggest it.Let's forget the whole thing."John sat numb and helpless as she walked away. He wanted to scream for her to come back. But what could he say? He joined his wife in their bedroom. She had undressedand was wearing one of her prettiest nightdresses. A knee length nylon creation thathad a cute frill at neck and hem.Martha handed him a pair of striped pyjamas. Instead of taking them from them hedropped his eyes to the carpet saying softly, "If...if you want to wear my pyjamas...I'llwear this...If ..if that's what you want." Suddenly he was blushing furiously.Martha pulled him close, "Oh darling thank you thank you, thank you SO much!"She soothed him with words, "You won't regret this..I promise..everything will befine."John watched her with a mounting, dry-mouthed excitement. She slipped out of thenightdress. He wordlessly took the shortie nightie from her.He undressed slowly. Could this really be happening? He ducked his head under thehem of the nightie. And he gasped as it slithered down his naked body. As it caressedand held him..as its filmy skirts embraced him."Why not tie a ribbon in your hair?" Martha asked as she stepped into the pyjamatrousers.He did as she suggested feeling excited and yet incredibly stupid. A pink satinribbon...!!By the time he was undressed Martha was under the sheets wearing his pyjamas.She actually looks quite sexy in them, he mused. But the thought of what he himself looked like in her nightie, dulled his excitement. He switched off the light beforegetting into bed.John gasped softly in the darkness as the silky nylon folds of the nightie caressed hisnaked flesh. He shivered in ecstasy. His palms ran down his body , what a gloriousfeeling.Martha was first to speak. "Darling? Can we pretend...that I'm, I'm the husband...andthat you are my wife ?"He was so excited he found it almost impossible to answer. "Alright." He whisperedthickly.

But he was amazed to hear the sound of lust in her words too, "I want my wife," Shemurmured in the darkness, "I want my wife Sally."He felt her snuggle up alongside him. His whole body trembled with excitement.Martha leaned over him in the darkness. They stared at each other in the dim light.He could see the gleam of excitement in her eyes, and when she handed him her pretty lace covered make-up cap he knew she actually wanted a woman in her bed!He took the frilly cap from her with a frown.She saw his face and told him, "It will help you look more, well girlish. It'll hide youmannish hair and soften your features. Go on. Put it on."It was like a bonnet, he knew Martha wore it occasionally at night after having hadher hair done. He pulled it onto his head and tied the thin silk strings under his chin.She stared at him for a long moment, and he felt the heat in his face. But she wasn'tsatisfied. "It's a very pretty nightdress.." And her palms examined the white silk nightie. Caressing him, groping him!And his body reacted to her touch! Now she was happy. "That's better...Sally." And she kissed him. It was a long tender kiss, full of promise and John melted in her arms. Her hands sought his tiny breaststhrough the silk material of his nightdress. He wriggled with pleasure at her caress.Her hands slid lower, and she gripped him tightly through the skirt of hisnightdress...he moaned with delight.Martha was caught up in her fantasy..she was a man; she was the husband. And hewas a wife! "Sally, my darling Sally, your so beautiful..." John felt the hem of hisnightie being worked upwards, he raised his buttocks to assist her. Now she lay on topof him."My wife, my Sally." She whispered softly. Her knees forced his thighs apart. He felther fingers probe between his thighs...she was stroking him, as though he were a girl!And his body was loving it!Martha stared at him through slitted eyes in the darkness. The sight of her husbandwrithing in ecstasy thrilled her. The very act of being a man, a husband, excited her.She had enjoyed numerous lesbian adventures at boarding school but this was better by far. She sensed, accurately, that it was the power, her absolute control over whatwas happening to another human being, that aroused her. It suddenly occurred to her that if John could indeed be made to accept the role of wife...then it followed that sheherself as the husband would have total control; not just of their sex life, but of their finances as well!Martha began to work her hips and pelvis urgently. Her mouth closed over John's. Asher tongue explored his mouth she began to jerk her hips against him. She closed her eyes and imagined that she really was making love to a woman! Lost in a fantasyworld where she was a man, her hands cruelly kneaded John's breasts through theflimsy nightdress. His moans fanned her desire to fever pitch. Her groin slammedagainst his spread-eagled body, helpless and female beneath her...and the knowledgethat she was hurting him...that he was accepting it...caused her lust to boil over. Withone last frenzied, convulsive jerk she climaxed...and collapsed exhausted on top of him.John had been shocked at her uncontrolled passion. But her clear and obviousexcitement made him believe that she too wanted to swap roles. He fell asleep bruisedand sore but content.But he found waking in a nightdress a sobering experience. Sensitive to his mood,and fearful of regression, Martha pulled him close. "Darling. Tell me it was good for you too."

How could he deny it? "Yes, it was wonderful." He answered softly.But she saw the doubt in his face. "We know what we want, why can't we live as wechoose?" She asked.He shook his head, "With me in a frock? I'd look stupid and you know it."John pushed her away. Sitting up in bed he displayed his male body in the silk nightie.He ripped the bonnet from his head. "Look at me. Don't tell me I look anything butridiculous!"She knew she had to change his mind. "But that's my whole point," She told himfirmly, "You look and feel wrong because you look like a man in a nightdress! But if you wore your hair differently, if your face was made-up, if you let me show you howto become a REAL woman...then you'd look and feel like one. Aren't you willing to atleast try?"John got out of bed, as he stood the skirt of the nightie caressed his thighs. It feltmarvellous. He wondered what it would be like to wake up every morning feeling likethis."Of course I'll give it a try," He said, "It's just that I don't want you to see melooking...like this."Martha understood at once. "If I got someone else in, someone who understood,someone who could help you become female...would that make you feel better? I'dkeep out of the way until you were looking nice, until you felt comfortable in afrock."John shrugged, "Who could you get who'd understand?" He asked.She made him face her. "Never mind who, if I could get someone would you do it? Itwould be expensive, it would be painful for you, but it would work...and we'd behappy, I promise you we'd be happy. In the meantime I expect you to at least TRY and be a woman."Martha was patient with him during this period. She was calm and understandingwhen his embarrassment became too painful. But she gently insisted on his wearingmore and more of her clothes. And each day she rearranged his hair and made-up hisface.It was the bra and girdle that bothered him most. Martha had laced him tightly into thewhalebone corset, a relic from her teenage years, and had then slipped the straps of the black satin bra up his arms. He went into a state of shock then, she had to put hisstockings on herself. When she put the high heeled court shoes on him and pulled himto his feet he could not face her.Privately Martha thought he looked fine. The black seamed nylons looked lovely onhis long shapely legs and what with the pre-shaped corset and the padded bra hecertainly did not look foolish.But she ignored his shame and forced him to try on knickers and petticoat. Theknickers were navy blue silk in a full waist style. The petticoat was a mass of frillynylon."Look at yourself!" She pointed at the mirror, "You look perfect. Why are youfighting it?"But John could only see a man in a skirt, a man wearing pink lipstick and ear-rings.He pulled off the bra and reached for the laces of the corset. "I'm sorry, I can't do it, I just can't!"Her words were like a whip. "Don't touch that!" She barked,"Now I've been very patient with you but enough is enough. Now try this dress on, itwill make all the difference, go on."