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DRESSED TO IMPRESS

Men Feminized by Their Women

A Harborview Story

Clover Cox

CHAPTER 1

Alma waved at Michelle as she got out of her car, excited for their shopping trip. It’d been over a week since they got together for lunch to plan their husbands’ demise. Alma was eager to buy something cute to put Wayne in his place seeing as he’d been acting up lately. Alma thought about getting him a cage but figured a dress and heels might do the trick. If he didn’t learn, she could always escalate.

“How are you?” Alma asked and gave Michelle a hug. “It’s been too long.”

“It’s crazy how fast the time goes.”

“Don’t remind me,” said Alma.

Michelle chuckled and gestured at the door. Walls of lingerie greeted them when they stepped inside. Alma’s lips turned into a grin that spread from ear to ear when she saw all the gorgeous options to put Wayne in later. Garter belts, thongs, stockings, babydolls, and so much more. They even had breast pads, and she needed a pair. Wayne was never going to learn his lessons until he felt a bit of humiliation.

“This is… overwhelming,” Michelle said as she looked around. As hard as she tried to imagine Samuel wearing the gorgeous pieces that hung around her, she couldn’t see it. Tying him up to take control over his body was one thing, but to make him dress like a girl? “I don’t know that I can do it.”

“Of course you can,” Alma chided. “Don’t chicken out on me now.”

“Do you really like this?”

Alma jutted out her arms. “Yes! Stop acting like a prude.”

Michelle wanted to see Alma’s vision, but she wasn’t so adventurous. She enjoyed staying at home working on her screen-printing designs and building her online store. When she wasn’t tending to her business or kids, she often had her nose in the pages of a book. The spice she’d recently enjoyed in her relationship was more than enough to warm her winter.

“I keep picturing myself wearing these clothes. Not Samuel.”

“You two can wear them together,” said Alma.

“What has Wayne done that’s so bad to deserve this?”

Alma sighed. “Look, he’s not a bad guy, but he doesn’t know how to listen, and he’s terrible about picking up his dirty laundry off the floor. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to remind him to stop being messy. It’s driving me absolutely wild!”

Michelle understood Alma’s concerns. When she and Samuel first started living together, there were so many little things about him that drove her crazy. How he would eat bread and muffins without a napkin or plate, completely oblivious to the fact that he was getting crumbs all over the floor. Or how he would grab a new glass from the cabinet when the one he’d been using earlier was forgotten in another room. Michelle could go on and on about the ways that Samuel used to irk her nerves, but she’d learned to live with it without turning him into a girl as punishment.

“You’ll get used to those little things eventually.”

“I don’t want to get used to them! I want to train him! You can’t honestly tell me there’s not one thing about Samuel that you don’t want him to stop doing.”

Michelle chewed on her bottom lip as she looked around the store at all of the tempting lingerie, knowing exactly what it was about Samuel that she would change if she could. The way he treated watching the kids like it was her full-time job while he went out to the bar with his friends to watch a game. All Michelle wanted was to enjoy a night out or join a book club or anything that could get her away from her daily routine. Even one day a week would bring her some much-needed relief.

Alma smirked when she saw Michelle’s mind turning in circles. “What is it? What do you want to do? I can see it on your face that you’ve thought of something.”

Michelle shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

“Tell me,” Alma demanded.

“He never gives me nights off. It’s always my job to cook dinner and make sure the kids do their homework. I also put them to bed. Everything. He often goes out to the bar to watch games with his friends while I sit at home alone.”

“Unacceptable!” Alma stamped her foot. “You must demand better of him, or he’ll never change.”

“How am I supposed to get him to change? It’s been the same for years.”

Alma cleared her throat and looked around the room at all the lingerie they could use to teach their husbands a lesson. Michelle smiled and shook her head slowly, understanding what Alma was saying without a single spoken word. If Michelle wanted her husband to change, everything she needed was right at her fingertips.

“Did he like being told what to do?”

“I don’t know.” Blush crossed Michelle’s cheeks. “Maybe.”

“Of course he did! And he’s going to act like he doesn’t like this lingerie when you give it to him, but we both know that he’s going to love it, especially after you make him shave all that yucky body hair.”

“You think I should make him shave?”

“You must!”

“Do you make Wayne shave?” asked Michelle.

“Absolutely! I thought it would make him act better, but he needs a stiffer punishment. He’ll never learn with a gentle hand. You might be luckier, though. Samuel isn’t so hard-headed.”

Michelle chuckled. “You sound like you don’t like your boyfriend.”

“Sometimes he drives me crazy.”

“What are you going to get for him?”

“I want the whole shebang,” Alma said as she walked over to a wall of lingerie with Michelle. She flipped through the babydolls and slip dresses until she landed on a shimmery pink slip that would make Wayne think twice about messing with her again. “I want him to wear this with a pair of furry heels.”

“Ooh, that will look super sexy.”

“You should put Samuel in some stockings and a garter belt. Shove something up his butt until he gets it through his head that he has to stay at home sometimes.”

Michelle smirked, not hating Alma’s idea. She picked up a lacy set with a garter belt and corset top. It would go perfectly with a pair of black heels, and the longer she stared at the outfit, the more she could picture Samuel wearing it. “You said I should make him shave?”

“It’s non-negotiable.”

“Should I make him wear anything else?”

“Fake tits, a wig, makeup, everything you can think of that will make him think twice before leaving you home alone again.”

“You know what, Alma? You just might be right.”

Alma scoffed. “Girl, there’s no doubt in my mind that I am.”

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