The Woman Within, The Woman Is Out

by Karens Wife

 

My name is Tom Jonson. My wife Debra and I have been married for 10 years, and we just celebrated a renewal of our wedding vows. We got married at age 18, and had a small wedding. Did I say small? Her parents, her sister, my parents, and my brother. Not a very extravagant wedding. We meant to have a big re-enactment, but never did. This year we decided to throw a big bash and take our vows over. We sent out the invitations to all our friends and relatives, and some of the people from work. The cake was a 4 tier cake. The caterers were all lined up and we had everything paid in advance. Everything was perfect. I signed us up for a 2 week Carribean cruise We had perfect weather for the wedding, and had the photographer take more than a hundred pictures. There was one problem though. So here's the details.

 

It was 2 months before the renewal of our vows when Deb came across the boxes I had stored in the garage attic. I don't know what she was looking for, but it wasn't what she found. She found my stash of women's clothes. Everything I had was in those 6 boxes. When I got home that night, the six boxes were sitting on the living room floor. I looked at the boxes and my jaw dropped. I didn't know what to say. Deb was sitting on the couch, and she looked pissed. "Do you want to explain how all the women's clothes got up in the garage? There's enough in there to stock a closet and dresser. Everything a woman needs for a night out on the town. Even a couple of pair of sexy pumps. And everything seems to be in style and purchased recently." Deb stated.

It was recently purchased, because I would purge or keep the clothes up to date, tossing out the old. I hesitated then stammered an answer, "It's not what you think Deb honey. It's no big deal. Once in awhile I get a kick out of dressing up, that's all." I looked at her and she didn't seem to buy it.

"You expect me to believe that it's no big deal? Do you want a sex change or a boy friend? Are you gay? What are we going to do about the renewal of our vows now? When I look at you now, I wonder what you look like in these clothes." Deb yelled at me.

' No, No, No, and No! And I don't know what we should do. I don't think this should make any difference. I only love you, it's just...just that...I can't explain. I get this urge to dress up as a girl, and I dream of you making me your sex slave, your lesbian lover. I want you to force feminize me, to make me your girl. It doesn't change my love for you, I just have these urges." I tried to answer.

" Well why don't you go take a shower and remove all your hair below your nose, then come down and model your clothes for me so that I can think about it better. Feel free to use my deodorant and perfume, that's an order, now get." My first command from Deb. When I finished, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to the living room. Deb had laid out my red panty and bra set. My red garter, and black hose. My red full length slip, and my knee length red dress. I started to dress as Deb watched. She helped me into my dress, and zipped up the back for me. Then she handed me my red pumps. They were pointed, red patent, 3 inch pumps, with a stiletto heel. I wasted no time putting them on. I started getting a hard on, it had been more than a month since I got a chance to dress. "Put your wig on, and do your make-up. I want to see what you can do." She was speaking more calmly now. I did as told and came back to let her inspect me.

"OK, now let me see you twirl in them heels, you seem to be very used to walking in 3 inch pumps, more so than I for that matter. Now I want you to sit and cross your legs." I sat and crossed my legs, bouncing the upper leg slightly. Deb smiled and looked like she approved. She told me to stand up, and she came over to me. "Yes, yes, I think we can work something out as my girlfriend. I want you to be my girlfriend when you are at home, that means dresses and heels. I want you feminine in this house." With that said, she gave me a long wet kiss, with plenty of tongue. I got my wish, and she was taking charge of me. We spent the rest of the night with me modeling my collection, and Deb taking pictures on her digital camera.

 

Two days later we were choosing our groomsmen and bridesmaids, when Deb dropped a bombshell on me. She told me that she had already been fitted for her tux, and that I better find a gown quickly, and hope it doesn't need alterations. "What do you mean I need a gown? You need a gown, you're the bride. I'm the groom." I spouted back.

Deb looked me in the eye, saying, "I'm in charge, I'm wearing the tux, and your wearing the gown. You will have 3 bridesmaids to help you with the dress. I think a simple white A-line, floor length dress. Something with long satin sleeves, and lots of little buttons down the back. You should wear 4 inch white ankle strap heels so that the dress stays off the floor when dancing. I'm sure you'll make a lovely bride for me. I have you scheduled at my salon the day before, and the morning of our wedding, so that your make-up will be perfect. And before you try to get out of this, I set up a web page full of all your modeling pictures. I'm sure your friends would like the address."

Next thing I knew, we went shopping for my gown. We found one Deb liked, and it was only $250. ONLY? It had been a display for plus size women. It didn't need any alterations, and we took it with us. It was embarrassing going into the back to try it on .Other people in the store kind of snickered as they saw me carry my dress back to try it on. Next I tried on white patent heels, 4 inch ones, right out in the front of the store. The saleslady gave me the nylon booty socks to try shoes on. I tried on several pair, walking back and forth so that Deb could check out how I walked in them. I did end up with ankle strap shoes, just like Deb wanted. We went to a jewelry store, and Deb picked out a feminine looking gold band ring, with one flush mounted diamond. We both had our fingers sized because she wanted matching rings. Then we headed home. When we got home, I put on a black sheath dress, and black pumps.

 

When the day of the wedding arrived, only 8 other people knew that I would be the bride, and Deb the Groom. We had more than150 people in the hall when the gasp came, when deb came out in a tux, and took her place by the groomsmen. My heart was pounding like crazy. This was MY wedding. Something I dreamed of. I was excited, but nervous about letting everyone see me in my wedding dress. My Eye brows had been plucked the day before, and my hair dyed bleach blonde. It was cut in a pageboy style. This morning, they gave me extra long acrylic nails, telling me that they should last for 3 weeks. My bridesmaids were beautiful in their pink gowns. After the flower girl spread pink rose petals on the white paper aisle covering, the Bridal march started. I was oh so careful walking, taking small steps. My sister walking me down the aisle(my father didn't want to), arm in arm. People turned and looked me over from head to toe. I could see people whispering about me. I was elated, and I was embarrassed at the same time. When we reached Deb, the judge asked, "Who gives this woman's hand in marriage?", my sister said, "Her family and friends.".

The ceremony was very short, and when over, we were presented to our guests as Mrs. And Miss Debra Jonson. We walked down the aisle hand in hand, and I was glad it was over. We stood in line and greeted our guests, all who wanted an explanation. Deb had made up a story about me losing a bet, and had to pay it off. I don't think many bought it, but it kept the line moving. At the reception, there was a dollar dance with the bride. I didn't get many men who wanted to dance with me, but lots of the women did. They made comments about how well I could dance in my heels, I would blush.

After the reception, we went home to crash, we had to be at the airport at 2:00 PM for our flight to catch the ship.Deb climbed on top of me, and we had sex with me still in my gown. My fantasies had come true.

The next morning I showered and started to put my pants on when Deb came in. "What are you doing? Put a blouse and skirt on, and your open toe sandals. You can do your make-up before we leave for the airport."

"What do you mean? I can't fly in a skirt. They won't even let me on the plane. Besides, you know how embarrassing that would be?" I quipped.

Deb said, "Well for the next 2 weeks, you be on a ship with only your women's clothes. I bought you a swim suit so that you could get some sun. I don't care about your embarrassment. Try to look and act lady like, and you'll be fine. It'll be us two girls on a cruise for 2 weeks, you should get wonderful tan lines with the 2 piece."

Well, I was stopped and searched at the airport, right down to my panties. I wore my 3 inch sandals on the plane, and I had to keep them on for the flight, Deb's orders. Checking in on the ship was even more embarrassing, as they talked very loud, and everyone in earshot could hear them questioning me. The rest of the trip was terrible. I didn't want to leave the cabin, but Deb insisted that I go on deck. We had a couple of fancy dress dinners to go to, and I wore a long pink dress with my black pumps. I spent everyday in my swim suit, working on my tan, my strap marks really. All in all, it WAS another fantasy of mine, and I did enjoy some of it.

When we finally returned home, I sat down and relaxed, telling Deb that I was kind of glad it was over, and a little sad it was over.

 

Deb was massaging my neck when she whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, I would never let a girlfriend like you down, Tanya. You will be my girlfriend every weekend, and night. You will wear dresses and skirts, and be my lesbian lover, but you'll be the bottom, I'll be the top. Now find a nightgown and flats so that we can relax in each other's arms." That wasn't exactly what I wanted, in fact it was more than I wanted, but beggars can't be choosers. I wonder where that pink baby doll of mine is.

 

The END. Final

  

  

  

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