ROLE REVERSAL - HUSBAND TO WIFE - CHAPTER 4

PART 4

This was probably the biggest challenge in my entire life. I wasn´t a fearful person at all and  I was a man who can stand challenges. But this was a completely different challenge from all challenges I had to undergo. I didn´t mind fighting anybody or anything but this… I was probably afraid to wear feminine clothes even more than anything else. And I don´t know why. It was like…  something sacred… I was afraid to put it on and… Even if I would put it on, just imagine the reactions of the therapist and everybody else who would see me in the feminine clothes I was supposed to put on. White lace top and a red skirt with red nylon tights. I mean… What would I look like in all of these clothes? Probably like a funny person. I tried my best to protest and explain to the therapist that I am a man and that I just can´t wear feminine clothes. But it was completely useless. She was convinced that this will help me to understand my wife and I had no choice. I looked once again at the clothes and there it was… I had to do it. I wanted to save my marriage and if this was the way… then I have to undergo these procedures.

“Okay… I should start with the nylon tights, right?” I asked the therapist. Well… I had no idea what kind of clothes I should put on first because I have never worn these clothes before.

“Of course, Oliver! Start with the pretty red nylon tights and then you will put on the skirt! And the final touch will be the white top! And I can´t wait to see you!” she giggled. Her giggling didn´t help me at all and it made me feel even more embarrassed. I took the nylon tights into my hands and I was so surprised at how smooth the material was. It also felt very fragile and I was afraid that I would make a hole in the nylon tights while I will be putting them on.

“Good! Good! Now just put them on very carefully!” the therapist said and she showed me how it is done. I managed to put them on and I had to admit that it didn´t feel that bad at all.

“How do you feel?” the therapist asked me.

“Ehm… it is definitely so strange… I have never felt like this before but I cannot say that it would be uncomfortable… I am just not used to wearing this kind of clothes!” I answered. But it was just the start. The nylon thighs aren´t as embarrassing as the red tight skirt which I had to put on as well. And it was coming.

“Well… you look already so cute, Oliver! Now… here comes the skirt!” she said and handed me the tight red skirt. I stepped into the skirt and zipped it. And this was so weird. I felt… completely different in the skirt and it made me embarrassed again. I was blushing, especially when the therapist was looking at me. But she was smiling and she tried to comfort me:

“Don´t blush! It is okay to be dressed like this! Really! You look very cute! Believe me! We are almost there! Now… just put on the white top and we will be done!” But I was already done… I felt really vulnerable in feminine clothes… so much vulnerable. But I had to be strong… strong for my wife. We are fighting for our marriage and I will never give up. I took the white top and I put it on. It was made from a silk material and it felt very similar to the pink nightie I was wearing the first night in here. With the white top, I felt a little bit better because I had at very least something on my top. But it was made in a very feminine style again… and I started to look like a woman already.

“Wow… what a cute man you have become! I love your commitment! This was a huge step for you and you made it through!” said the therapist. “Tell me, how do you feel and how did you feel during this session?” she asked me.

“I felt… I don´t know how to describe it. I was a lot embarrassed at first but it got better with the nylon tights. But with the skirt on… I felt… I don´t know… I would say… vulnerable! That is the word. I felt vulnerable. It was like… all my courage was almost gone. Then… I remembered that we are fighting for our marriage and I put on the white top as well… but it is a huge difference!” I answered.

“Brilliant, Oliver! That is brilliant! It was supposed to make you feel vulnerable! And it is very good that you felt like that!” said the therapist.

“Why? Why is it good? Shouldn´t I be strong? I am a man and I shouldn´t feel vulnerable. I should protect my wife and our future kids! Secure them!” I told her. I didn´t understand why I was supposed to feel vulnerable.

“You are right! You are the man in the family and every single thing you said was right! But all of that cannot be done without understanding and love. How do you want to protect your wife and make her feel safe if you don´t know how she feels every single day? How do you want to make your family secure without love? First, you have to understand your wife, you have to know what she is going through every single day! And that it why we are here! To help you achieve this and you are doing great!” the therapist answered me. It took me quite a while to process all words she said. But in the end… she was probably right. I have always tried to do things I thought were right for me, and for my wife but I had no idea how my wife feels about it. I have never asked her… This was probably the key… The therapist was right. I was shocked at how this actually worked again. I was standing there in the middle of the room dressed in feminine clothes and I realized a lot of things again. The therapist was silent for a few minutes to give me time to contemplate. And it has its reason. I really needed to contemplate a lot after all that I felt during the session. After those several minutes… the therapist came to me again and asked me:

“How often do you tell your wife that she is beautiful and that her body and soul are magnificent?” This question caught me completely off guard. I had no idea what to answer. I even couldn´t remember when I told my wife that she was beautiful. And suddenly, I felt so ashamed that I didn´t tell her things like this.

“Ehm… I don´t know… I can´t remember!” I confessed and it was probably even more embarrassing than wearing the white top and red skirt.

“You see?” said the therapist. “Your wife undergoes this dressing up, all these procedures every single in a hope that you would tell her that she looks pretty but you have never found the courage or will to tell her! Imagine how bad she could have felt when you even didn´t appreciate her effort to look pretty! You haven´t even noticed her effort!”

“I am so sorry about this… I… I should have told her… I failed… I failed her!” I admitted and I even felt tears in my eyes. I disappointed her so much and there is no way back… It just happened and I can´t repair something like this. It cannot be repaired like an engine of a car.

“It is good that you are sorry about it! You should be definitely ashamed of your actions! But the good thing is that you already know how to treat your wife!” the therapist said:

“I will change! Believe me, I will change myself and I will treat my wife as a princess!” I told her and I really meant it.

“Good! Very good progress, Oliver! Now… tell me! Does your wife use makeup?” she asked me.

“Yeah… she uses a lot of makeup every single day. She has a lot of makeup tools in the bathroom!.” I answered.

“Well… then… I think it is time for you to know how it feels to do the makeup and how much effort it takes to make it look good!” the therapist said and I had no idea what did she mean. It is time for me for what? For makeup? She cannot be serious, right? She cannot be serious. I thought that it just can´t get worse than feminine clothes. Don´t remember… I had already feminine underwear on my body, nylon tights, a white silk top and red tights skirt and I already looked like a woman. And now… she wants to put makeup on my face? Seriously? I just cannot imagine something like this. I… I cannot wear makeup, I am a man and it would look terrible.

“Wait… wait wait wait! Do you… Do you want to put makeup on my face?” I asked.

“Of course, Oliver! As I told you before, you must know how your wife feels in every single situation in order to understand her. And doing makeup is one part of her life as well. As you said, your wife uses makeup quite often because she wants to be pretty for you. And you even didn´t appreciate it! So it is the time for you to know what it feels like!” she answered. Then she grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. I was so shocked that I let her do absolutely anything. There was no point in defending… I was just so speechless that I even didn´t protest.

The assistant came with me to the bathroom and she told me to sit down on the chair which was already prepared in the bathroom. And then it all started. The assistant put two makeup layers art first and then… she started to play with the makeup. I was just sitting there and I was watching myself turning into a pretty woman. She used eyeshadows and lipstick in the red colour and she even didn´t forget about eyeliner and blusher. I was turned into a cute blushing woman wearing a silk white top and a red tight skirt. It took her almost 30 minutes to do the whole makeup. She completely made me look like a girl. After she was finished, she just told me:

Oh wow! What an amazing transformation!”