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New TG: "Flowers" by Vickie Tern M/F Wife
Flowers by: Vickie Tern
"Why are you changing your shirt? Were late as it is! Theyre expecting us!" My wife, a little exasperated, her eyes snapping.
"Sara!" Me, also a little exasperated, feeling pressured from two directions. "I cant go like this! Im still wearing my bra! They might see! Youre always worried about the neighbors, what will the neighbors think? Well, this is a thin shirt! Ill just be a min...."
"Stop! Larry, dont you unbutton another button! Come on, were late! You want to wear bras and panties and slips and so on around the house all the time, womens underwear, suit yourself! Sneak around looking like a cutey pie girly all you want! I dont care any more, Ive finally gotten used to it. Even to seeing you every night in your study all dressed up with no place to go because you dont dare leave the house! I dont care!"
"But you know that Eva is always prompt, and that she expects everyone else to be prompt, and that were right next door so we have no excuse not to be prompt! So here, push that shirt back in your pants and put this blazer on to cover those boobs and youll be presentable enough. Its only the two of us and the two of them. Wholl notice anything?"
So we crossed through the gap in the shrubs into their back yard. As youd expect, the scene was set for a standard summer back yard barbecue. The grass was fresh cut today, perfectly flat and even, and it still smelled new-mown. Herb was proud of that lawn. Id heard his mower going all morning while I was behind drawn shades trying on two darling end-of-season-clearance dresses Id just bought, and a long skirt I thought really elegant. I was trying to think through how I should accessorize them, whether now I needed some new jewelry to set them off.
But it was getting to be a hot day, and with the shades down the house was heating up, and so was I, and the last thing I wanted was perspiration stains on my new dresses. Id barely begun to enjoy them in my mirror. So I put them away and I wiped off my lipstick. I know, you dont need make-up to try on a dress, but wearing make-up I really do look "cutey-pie girly" as Sara likes to put it. Without make-up my mans face looks strange above my lace-fringed collars and draped bodices. So I wiped off my lipstick and opened the shades and looked out.
By then Herb and his weedwacker were levelling off the last edges of grass along his annual flower bed. He was even more proud of his garden than of his lawnit was heavy with color most of the summer, but the annual beds were especially dense now, toward the end of the season. Wed had flowers from that bed on our dinner table and in the living room practically the whole summer. Sara had permission to go over and pick whatever she wanted"Many flowers like to be picked," Herb had said. "Then they can branch out and set even more buds. Its a rule of nature." Sara had looked embarrassed when he said that. She didnt like to accept gifts from anyone, but she couldnt refuse that kind of gift.
So a few times each week for the past few months or so shed gone over and selected flowers from his garden and made bouquets and floral arrangements, and wed enjoyed them. Shed even started putting vases of fresh-cut flowers in my study, my "boudoir" she called it acidly, where sometimes I did office-work evenings but mostly I dressed up and made myself pretty. As a man I thought flowers in the house were nice enough, but as a girl I was thrilled to be surrounded by them. I loved them, and I especially appreciated having beautiful flowers to pose with in the room when I was all dressed as if to go out, before finally I had to undress and put everything away again. They helped me feel more feminine, more lady-like. I didnt mind at all one day a couple of months ago when I came home and found the room really filled with them, tiers and sprays and billows of color everywhere. "Theyre Herbs gift just for you this time," was how Sara explained it. "He says the way flowers are, it doesnt cost him anything, and you may as well enjoy them in here when youre doing whatever you do in here."
When we arrived on Herb and Evas turf, Eva was setting the picnic table for the four of us, using her best china and crystal, as was usual for her. We always use paper plates for cook outs. But "If youve got it, use it," Herb said the first time I commented on their odd custom. "Thats what I say and thats what I do!" And I had to admit, it was nice dining in elegant formality on the grass under the trees while the sun was setting slowly behind us, and the birds were twittering in the early gloom up top. It was nice to enjoy nature and civilized sophistication both at once.
I saw that Herb was already in his barbecue action station, a far corner of his garden where the wind wouldnt blow smoke on us. He was laying steaks on the grill.
"Hi, Larry!" he called out, waving a long barbecue fork. "Be with you soon!" I nodded back at him and waved a bottle of Bourbon I was carrying. Sara went over to talk to him.
"Here, Larry," Eva said. "Bring that inside and fix yourself a drink, and fix Sara one too. Then help me carry out some more things. And for goodness sake, take off that jacket and relax! It was 90 degrees at noon today!"
Shed set up a bar in the glass-enclosed sun room facing their rear lawn, where silver chafing dishes were being heated. Talk about dining in style? But it was intolerably hot, what with the afternoon sun still pouring in! I saw that their ice bucket was already half-melted. I burst into a sweat and was almost immediately soaked.
"Here, let me take that blazer off you this minuteno back talk," Eva said from behind me. I felt her seize my jacket by the collar with both hands and start to pull it off.
I tried to resistI was wearing only that thin white shirt over my bra, and the shirt was already wet and clinging, and the bra just underneath was a cascade of flowery lacethere was no way it could stay hidden. No good! She had it off me!
"Whats this?" I heard Eva say. "Are those bra straps? Let me look!"
She came around in front of me and stared at my flowery mounds.
She broke out into a delighted smile. "Well, well, Larry! What a secret! You too! I know so many gay men! And gay women too! In fact tomorrow morning Im off for four days with Patricia Frye, you know her? The dancer? Ill be doing press and publicity for her, and we always share a hotel room on the road! Hardly any breasts, but what thighs! I could eat her up! I have, too, a few times! You didnt know that about me? Herb doesnt mind. As long as its not another man, he says."
Eva wasnt just babbling this incredible self-revelation. She was deliberately sharing it with me, so Id feel a little better that shed inadvertently exposed what was obviously for me a devastatingly shameful secret. She was watching me closely all the while she spoke, giving me a chance to recover from my paralyzing embarrassment. When she saw me finally take a deep breath she walked over to hang my coat on a peg, still watching me, waiting for me to say something.
"Im not gay, Eva. Im a transvestite, I guess. And... and... please dont tell Herb! Hes a friend, Id feel so ashamed! I cant help it! But I just...like it!"
She came back and pushed a damp lock of hair off of my forehead. "I know, baby, I know! You dont have to tell me anything! I work all the time with artists and performers of all kinds, and believe me, they come in all kinds. Dont worry. Maybe youll want to take that bra off now, if you dont want Herb to see it."
I did just that, feeling better every moment, even though Eva was watching me carefully the whole time. In some ways I was enormously relieved that someone else besides Sara finally knew and wasnt at all bothered. It made me feel more normal. By Evas lights, I was normal. Not even different!.
She reached for my bra and examined it. "Very pretty, Larry! But only A cups? With your build, you easily need a B, even a C in some models. Dont you have breast forms? Or are you only now starting hormones? I know a wonderful endocrinologist, if youve wanted to try having your own boobs but feel a little shy. Make yourself a drink, please, Larry. And Saras too, if you know what she likes, now that I see shes coming back from chatting with Herb. "
She folded the bra and tucked it snug into my jacket pocket for me, all without breaking conversational stride.
"Tell me, dear, how do you know youre not gay? Ever tried it? Herb says he could be gay with the right kind of person, under the right circumstances, or so he claims when we get to talking about how I swing both ways. And Herb is all man, and loves women! Trust me, I know what Im saying! It would be fun sometime, seeing him make it with a man! I wonder if the man would feel the same way about him women usually do. Oh, dont be shocked, Herb loves me, but I know he spreads the wealth around, and thats only fair, seeing as how I do too with women who interest me. Tell me, what does Sara think of all this?"
I started to put ice cubes into glasses with tongs, grateful to have an excuse not to look up. "Eva, Ive never tried gay sex. Men just dont attract me. Women do. I love everything feminine, thats my problem. And Im true to Sara! Though she doesnt think so. She thinks Im unfaithful to her with some kind of woman inside me, and she resents it." I filled my glass first with ice and then with Bourbon, and then I splashed Saras glass.
"Really? How very gothic! In love with a succubus who lives inside you and possesses you. Like in a B horror movie. I really must have a talk with her some time! Do you dress up completely, lipstick and everything? Do you go out en femme?" She paused and looked at me the way women look at themselves in mirrors. "Ill bet with the right hair style youd look gorgeous! I know a wonderful hairdresser...."
"Is that drink for me?"
Sara! I handed her her drink without a word. How much of any of this had she heard? I still couldnt meet anyones eyes, so I turned to watch the thick smoke pour out of Herbs grill and drift skyward.
"Would you two mind carrying out these chafing dishes? Careful, theyre hot. Ill go in and take some things off the stove our cookouts are not at all as primitive as Herb likes to pretend. I should judge from all that smoke were just about ready."
We gathered at the wooden-slatted picnic table, and ate delicious dishes one after another off of Herbs and Evas delicate bone china, and washed down Herbs burnt but bloody steaks with a very fine Margaux poured into crystal wine glasses, and we made lively conversation about the commerce of art, and tricking flowers into winter bloom, and Evas upcoming trip, and no one said anything about Evas bed-companion for her trip, or my brassiere. Then in the dark Sara and I crossed back into our garden.
"I see youre not wearing your bra now," Sara said as soon as we were inside the house. "Did you feel compelled to bare your nipples to Eva, that you had to take it off in front of her?"
"No, she took my jacket and saw it under my shirt, and suggested I remove it before the rest of the world saw it too. Namely Herb. She was trying to save me further humiliation."
"Too bad! Id hoped shed see and youd feel ashamed, so youd give up this... thing of yours. Id hoped Herb would see it too, so youd know what a wimp sissy you are compared with him, and know that he knows it too. It would have served you right. And I heard what you said about not being gay, and what Eva said about not knowing till youve tried it. Ive wondered about you that way too!" She suddenly realized shed gone too far, and lapsed into silence.
I turned to Sara angrily. "You deliberately exposed me in order to humiliate me, when Ive told you repeatedly that I am the way I am and didnt choose it and cant change it, only at best suppress it and then live a half a life, and I dont choose to do that! Now how can I ever trust you in anything?"
Id gone too far with that last too, but I couldnt withdraw it.
"You cant!" Sara shot right back at me.
Then she realized shed gone way too far. "Im sorry, Larry," she said much more gently. "I didnt mean that."
"Me neither," I said, trying to match her conciliatory half-lie with mine. Then I went on. "You did hear Eva offer to talk to you about this. She seems to be familiar with people like me. It might help you to hear her out, whatever she means to say."
"Eva and I have already scheduled a luncheon for Friday, when shes back from her trip. Well talk about lots of things I suspect. Im really relieved in a way to hear that she sleeps around a lot, and that Herb doesnt mind."
"Only with women," I said. I was so grateful that our sudden summer storm had blown over that I was only half-hearing what she was saying. "I just learned tonight that she screws other women, or whatever women do, and apparently so does Herb, and neither of them minds as long as theyre also true to each other in their fashion. Why are you relieved to hear that? Because you thought her infidelities might be endangering their marriage?"
"Something like that," Sara said. "Would you bring the trash out front before we go upstairs? Tomorrows collection day."
I dressed up every day after work that week, and Sara never said a word about it, glancing at me in my female finery and then chatting with me as if I were wearing blue jeans. All week I felt wonderfully liberated, after years and years of isolation, and unease, and shame, and guilt, and fear, now that someone else knew about my desires and didnt think them peculiar. I thought of joining a local crossdresser support group, but I couldnt risk maybe meeting someone who knew me. My fantasy roamed. I thought about taking hormones, at least to develop breasts more appropriate for my figure, but I knew Id never do anything about it. I imagined that a good fairy had finally turned me into a real woman, the way Pinocchio became a real boy, and that then Sara loved me even more than before. That was my favorite reverie, and my mind played many variations on it.
On Friday evening I was in my study gorgeously done up in a black dress with black stockings and a pencil-thin skirt and an oversized brocade jacket and high, high heels, really tastefully made up. My hair for once had brushed out from their curlers into a luxuriant coiffure instead of gathering as usual into a crown of bumps and waves. I felt quite beautiful. So instead of preparing figures for the companys third quarter report, I was perched on the couch at my ease, a glamorous woman paging through ads in Vogue magazine, admiring the women in them and wishing I were one of them.
Sara came in and looked at me. "Really lovely, Larry. I mean Laura, thats your femme name? Laura, youre looking quite nice. Were you planning to go out tonight?"
"No, this is just an old house dress," I stammered, trying to cover my pleasure that Sara had actually complimented me, even though she had also teased me and might not have meant the compliment. "Did you have your lunch with Eva today?"
"Yes, I did," she said, sitting down next to me and looking me straight in the eyes. Her eyes were beautiful, almond shaped and deep blue, and her eyeliner and mascara and shadow deepened them until I felt Id get lost if I kept looking. I loved her! She saw it in my eyes, and she smiled back at me that she loved me too. My heart rose up. I noticed that she was made up as carefully as I was, and was as nicely dressed. Did this mean she expected us to go out this evening as two girls together? I certainly wasnt ready for that! Probably she was still dressed from her luncheon with Eva. I waited to hear what else she was willing to tell me about it.
"Shes off again on another trip now," she went on. "Just for the weekend this time."
"She leaves Herb alone a lot," I said to keep the conversation going, especially about the injustices men suffer at the hands of their women.
"Herbs never alone," Sara replied. Then, "It was a real good talk Eva and I had, all about whats good for everybody. She knows a lot about a lot. Even about you, and people like you."
"Yes, She told me everything youve told me about transvestites, and transsexuals, and the differences, and a lot more. And she told me I was silly for not wanting to enjoy the many more things we share than ordinary men and women do. She got me thinking about sharing all of my feminine pleasures with you. Im sorry, dear, for all the time Ive spent resenting that youre the way you are, when we could have been enjoying ourselves together if Id approached the problem a little differently.:
"Yes. Eva and I had a real hen-fest. It was mutual confession time. She told me about all the effeminate men shed slept with before she decided just to settle in with Herb, a real mans man, and to satisfy her other needs with real women. She said she just might break her rule and sleep with you when youre dressed as a woman, because you seem to be more than effeminate. You understand how women feel about many things that seem trivial to men. Clothes, flowers, feelings, you know. You share their feeling. She says youre genuinely feminine, shes always thought so, even though youre also a man, which can be advantagous in bed when you also like men the way she does."
I sat silent. I had manicured my nails just an hour earlier, and was admiring their long, smooth red ovals, and was just listening. What was her point? Was she inviting me to take up with Eva en femme?
"She told me that from the beginning of their marriage Herb has always had the same freedom shes had to take up with other women, and that thereve never been any problems. Until recently. She said though that all through this summer Herb has been involved with some one woman in particular. It was starting to worry her for the first time, because she did deeply love him, and would never want to leave him, and she hoped he still felt the same way."
"Thats the same way I deeply love Larry," I told her. "And the same way I would never want to leave Larry no matter what. The same way I hope he feels."
I couldnt say anything now. I took her hand and held it in both of my own hands. I was choked up.
"And then I reassured her. I told not to worry, that I was the woman Herb had been sleeping with since last Spring. Exclusively, I was sure, because we were meeting so very often and each session was so ... exhausting for both of us. That her marriage was perfectly safe, so far as I was concerned. That I hoped mine was as safe."
"Eva said she knew, or had suspected as much, but that shed had to hear it from me. And then she cried, just a little. It was so sweet! Then we talked about you, how to keep you safe for me, even from her, and still keep everyone happy."
I was still holding Saras hand. I didnt dare look up into her deep blue eyes now, even though I knew they were staring into my face. I didnt dare let myself look anywhere or feel anything, not just yet. I touched one of her fingernails gently.
Then I said as quietly as I could,
"Youve been sleeping with Herb?"
"No more often than youve been sleeping with yourself, Larry, and for nowhere near as long. Only since last Spring. For years Ive seen you sometimes pulling up your skirts and then making nice to yourself in the mirror. So last Spring when Herb came on to me very strong, I mean that man is nearly irresistible when he starts in, I thought to myself, well, if you can take a lover, I can take a lover too!"
"It isnt the same thing!"
"Isnt it? It seemed to me to be the same thing, at the time."
"Its deception! Its cheating on me!"
"Oh, come on Larry! Im sorry, honey, I mean Laura. Think about it. Dont tell me you didnt know! Or at least suspect! All those fresh flowers in the house all summer? You thought I picked them? Who do you think brought them each time he came over here? And filled my arms with them to take back whenever I went over there?"
It hadnt occurred to me. I should have known. But it had never occurred to me!
"You directly benefitted from his gratitude the day I offered him my virginity. What I had left of it, you know what I mean, my rear opening, my anus, where you wanted to poke into me when we were first married, and then when I wouldnt let you you quit trying. You remember? Im sure you do. Well, I decided one delirious day that I wanted Herb to take that part of me as a gift, and bury himself in me there! And he did. It was so beautiful an experience for both of us that he told me he wanted to fill your study with flowers in gratitude, since hed taken something of yours, so youd feel something of the happiness he felt. I told him to go ahead. You deserved at least that, it seemed to me, since now youd never have what Id just given him. Id felt like a bride in Herbs arms. He took all afternoon making bouquets and floral arrangements and setting them up in here for you."
I had to say something! "He was in this room? He saw my things here?"
"Oh, Larry! I mean Laura! My sweet Laura! He already knew! He didnt need to peek into your closets! You do leave things lying all around. Anyhow, hed already seen you all dressed up earlier. When I first told him about you, while we were lying in each others arms and waiting for him to get stiff again, and while he was doing wonderful things to my breasts with his tongue and to my pussy with his fingertips, he told me hed once seen you prancing around in here in full drag, last Spring when you forgot to draw the shades. He thought at first you were really a woman, until he saw you tuck your hand under your mini and start pulling on yourself. Thats how he first figured I might be feeling a little neglected, the way he likes to put it that I might be feeling like a flower that wants to be plucked. If thats the word!"
She smiled to herself.
I didnt know what to say. "You told him about me?" I asked lamely? "When you were fucking him?"
She didnt bother to answer me at first. Instead she detached my hands, stood up, and glanced at the clock on my desk. "Certainly not while we were fucking, no! In between, when he asked me about you."
She looked again at the clock, then squared away to face me directly. "What do you expect? A man gives a woman perhaps the most tremendous fuck of her life, and his cum is still pouring out of her, and hes already beginning to harden up for another go at it, and he asks me about that yellow beaded dress he saw on you that night, how come hes never seen me wear it to the Club or the Gallery or anywhere else were always running into each other. He told me he thought it would look stunning on me, even better than it did on you! So I had to tell him it was your dress, not mine, that we didnt swap clothes ever. And I told him all the rest of it. Laura, when a man is about to push his penis back into you, and youre all loose and soaked and slick from just before, and youre still breathing hard from before, you just dont feel like holding back any secrets? You feel like pulling him back into you and loving him and kissing him and opening every part of yourself to him. Wouldnt you feel that way, if you were me? Youre supposed to be partly a woman! Dont you feel that way sometimes?"
Finally I could speak. "Wouldnt I? Dont I? You know Ive never been with a man! What are you talking about?"
I couldnt think straight or see straight. Visions of Herb and my wife slick with each others perspiration in our bed upstairs, or in his bed! His cock in my wifes anus, sliding in and out, her gift to him, a beautiful experience she called it! His jism pouring out of her, out of her dear pussy, out of her rear end. Maybe even Sara sucking on his cock, though shed never been willing to suck on mine, not even to kiss it. Herb feeling way superior to me, maybe pitying me, also feeling a little contemptuous that Im not man enough for my own wife.
She picked up her purse, then set it down again. "We wont need purses tonight, its just next door. Come on, honey, were already late! Laura, come on! No, youre dressed fine, just the way you are! Yes, were going! Yes, you heard me, its time for Laura to meet Herb. No, stop it! Listen!"
"Even before Eva mentioned it, Herb had already asked me if he could make love to you and me together, then just to you alone, after weve done our own wonderful things with each other of course. Youll see, Herb can get me to do almost anything. But somehow Ive never been able to put his penis in my mouth, no more than I could ever do it with yours. Herb is sure that a womans mouth can bring him up hard, again and again, quicker than anything else. So he wondered if youd be more willing than I am to to try it. To be my designated cock suckerhe said youd know what that means. You could help him satisfy me, and then help him satisfy us. Then, the way you looked in that beaded dress, he wants to be the first man into your rear end too, same as mine. He thinks youre incredibly attractive as a girl. He says Ive been mistaken not to encourage you to be more of a girl more often, and to use you more often as a girl."
"And maybe hes right. You really are rather pretty, Laura. You know? Ive never wanted to tell you that before, because Ive always resented it. Ive wanted to think Id married a man. I did, of course. But you could also be a real doll, once youve been to a proper hairdresser. And you will be a real doll, honey, because Ive already made an appointment for you for tomorrow morning with Evas hairdresser. Herb wants you to have a style more like Evas than like mine, and I agree, and so does Eva. It would be just right for your face, very flattering. Youll love it! And I know that after tonight you wont mind looking feminine all the time. Thats an effect Herb has on women after he makes love to them. Youll even find that when you make love as a woman youre more passionate than you are as a manwomen do tend to be more emotional you know. Maybe youll even want to go all the way and live full time as a woman. I wouldnt mind it any more, if thats what you want. Id even help you!"
"But sweetheart, dont worry, for tonight you look just fine! Your hair is lovely, really. Tonight were just two attractive girls and one eager guy, three people who intend to enjoy each other all night long. No, dont look confused or angry. Thats what we are! Herb said that when youve thought about it a minute, when you think about whats been happening and what could happen, what we already know about each other, what we could any of us do at any time with what we know, especially if other people dont see things the way we see them, what each of us stands to lose, he thinks youll be glad to join us tonight. In fact hes sure of it."
"Please, Laura? Honey? Im counting on it too! You dont know yet, but Herb is really very nice! You really cant help loving him, all the things he knows how to do to a girl! Then when Eva gets back, shell join in if youre a part of it! Youre what all three of us want! And this is what youve always wanted too, way down under, isnt it Laura? Isnt it? You know it is! You know Herb is right! Just think about it. I really dont think you have any choice! Im sure you dont!"
"Then think about this. After tonight, Laura my darling, Ill be happy to share my whole wardrobe with you! And Ill be happy to help you shop for lots more things. And to fix you up with hormones the way Eva offered, if you really want your very own real breasts, the kind any man can adore. And to introduce you to some of the other guys Ive slept with during the past few years, ever since I first saw you wearing your cutey pie girly things. After tonight youll know for sure that weve got the most secure and loving and sharing marriage in the world. So theres really no reason at all for you not to come with me now! You cant not!"
Sara reached out and took my hand again, my pretty manicured hand with the shapely red fingernails, and she tugged gently on it until finally I stood up. I reached down and straightened my skirt. It really was a little tight, that black skirt. It occurred to me that I might need to lose weight before I could wear it again. Eva could advise meher figure was perfect, what Id seen of it so far.
© 1997 by Vickie Tern. May be archived and single-copied, not sold.
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