The Great Pretender (closed)

[DreamingOfMyEx]

What a marvel it would have been to the good people of Springfield Falls to see what their community’s scrawniest teen had grown up to become. From the athletically-challenged child of no interest to the opposite sex, Eli had grown into a woman of beauty and grace. Even on her worst days it wouldn’t be unusual for men to do double-takes as she passed by, but on this evening she pulled out all the stops. From the perfectly coiffed hair atop her head to tips of her pampered toes, she was the epitome of desirable femininity. Perhaps she might be wearing a tiny bit too much makeup, but a woman like her could pull it off without seeming in any way “inappropriate”. After all, it wouldn’t do for Congressman Smith’s secretary to appear too “slutty” in public.

Her date for the evening, famed fighter pilot Lieutenant Colonel Rob Brown, escorted her to their table at the Ritz. Fortunately (for the sake of their privacy) his face was not immediately recognizable to the general public, but his name certainly was. Seventeen “kills” in the European theater in the Second World War, and five more in Korea. As much as Eli admired and respected his war record, her admiration for the man went deeper than that. He was the Alpha male. There were plenty of others who had served honorably and did extraordinary things in war, but they were “regular” guys who rose to the occasion. Her date for the evening would have been just as celebrated – for some reason – even if there had been no war.

It was their third date, and he had yet to even attempt a goodnight kiss. Eli smiled at the thought that he might be taking this “gentleman” thing too far. Perhaps tonight would be the night for their first kiss. Might there be even more?

After they were seated, Rob reached across the table to take her hand. He marveled at the thought that these elegant soft feminine hands a decade earlier had been bolting engines to airframes. Ever since they met four weeks earlier, Eli had been dismissive of her own contribution to the war effort. If only he could convince her of how much men like him - and the nation (hell, even the entire free world) - owed to women like her.

“I’m not sure about this music, but I think it’s something we’re supposed to be able to dance to.”

“I’m willing to try anything, as long as you take the lead” Eli responded, with just a hint of wickedness in her smile.

“Even if we do it wrong, let’s do it with authority – so everyone will be watching us to see how it’s supposed to be done.”

Just as Eli rose from the table, her hand in his, her whole world came crashing down around her!

Her handsome date had disappeared into thin air. The elegant restaurant had transformed into a suburban dining room. The maitre-d had transformed into an attractive but confused woman dressed in business attire. Only the music continued to play ---

“Oh yes … I’m the great … pretender …”

==

Most of the two seconds it took from the time the key entered the lock until the front door of their home swung open, Eli was frozen, unable to move. When he finally did move, it was too little too late.

She was supposed to be at work. He had the day off. Nine hours to set up, to ensure all the curtains were closed tight, to dress, to enjoy spending the day as his alternate persona, and to clean up and set everything to rights afterward. What if it did take two or more hours just to primp in front of the mirror? It was worth it to feel more attractive and desirable than he could ever feel as a man.

Eli had never even considered what to do if there was any danger of getting caught “dressing up”. His deer-in-the-headlights response didn’t last forever though. When the “fight or flight” response kicked in, there was obviously no way to fight (even if fighting could be loosely interpreted as defending his actions) – so flight it was. It must have been quite a sight to his wife to see Eli trying to run in heels, but that was nothing compared to what else she had seen. Her very own Eli dressed as and looking like a woman? Not just any woman, but a woman dressed to the nines. A very lifelike wig that must have cost quite a bit. Makup??? No doubt a bra under that dress stuffed with.. something.. to make his "breasts" every bit as large as her own.

At least she didn’t recognize the dress or shoes as hers.

==

In a panic, Eli locked himself into the master bathroom, ripping everything off and throwing it into a corner, frantically alternating between removing makeup and removing nail polish, while trying to think of something to say when he would have to face Val. He’d almost blurted out “it’s not what it looks like” but he couldn’t even get that out. Probably a good thing, since it was probably exactly what it looked like.

Even worse than the extreme embarrassment, though, was the knowledge that his marriage to the most perfect woman in the world was – because of his stupid perversion – over. Regarding that, there could be no pretending.

 

[SexyVita]

Valerie stood frozen just inside the livingroom, the door still open behind her, trying to process what she'd just seen. Eli... her husband... dressed like... she... was out on a date, and not just dinner and a movie, either, more like a fancy dinner and dancing. In fact Eli had been dancing when she'd opened the door, like Eli was being lead around the livingroom floor by a partner, a male partner.

Valerie, whom everyone but her parents called Val, at her own insistence, had seen more in that few moments before Eli had awkwardly dashed for the bathroom than most people might have, especially caught that unaware. Despite having only completed high school, Val was smart as a whip and had a keen eye. She hadn't failed to notice the makeup, the nail polish on Eli's fingernails, and the fact that Eli's dress was filled out nicely so that he must have stuffed something in his bra to make the dress hang properly. Neither the polish, nor the makeup, had been expertly done, but both had been passable enough that this was obviously not the Eli's first time. Based on the way he careened towards the bathroom, it was obvious he didn't have experience moving quickly in heels, but he'd been dancing in them just fine.

Val finally realized that the front door was still wide open. "Oh God, I hope the neighbors didn't see anything," she said to herself as she closed and locked the door. She and Eli lived in one of the older neighborhoods of Springfield Falls. The town had experienced a real boom both during and especially after the war, with Grubber Aeronautics based there and Stevenson Air Base close by. Because of that, the older neighborhoods, with their picturesque houses and streets lined with hundred year-old oaks and maples, had become more desirable than the newer areas with young trees and pre-fab houses. Eli's job had provided plenty of money and they'd bought the house before the post-war boom really took off. It wasn't a huge house, but it did have three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large kitchen, both a formal dining room and a breakfast room, and a large living room.

Val sighed, not quite sure what to do, which was unusual for her. She was the kind of woman that intimidated a lot of men, being decisive and neither needing, nor wanting, a man's approval before she chose a course of action. Physically, she was an Amazon, just shy of six feet tall in her stocking feet. She had bright golden hair that formed natural ringlets when they escaped her careful coif. But more than that, she was solidly built, no longer muscular like she'd become riveting airplanes together for nearly four years during the war, but her shoulders were a bit too broad and her hips a bit too wide for the current conventions of femine beauty. Combining all that with her intellegence and the fact that she was not afraid to voice her opinions, especially about impolictic subjects like women's equality and workers' rights, made Val a force of nature, like a hurricane or an earthquake, huge and unescapable.

She and Eli made a bit of an odd couple as well. Eli was nearly a head shorter than Val barefoot and definately was if Val was wearing heels. He was slender where Val was broad, and soft-spoken where Val was brash. But after the war, with Val's arms, shoulders, and thighs still unfemininely muscular, Eli was the only man she'd dated that didn't seem to find her too masculine and that treated her more like an equal, rather than something to be possessed or tamed. Now Val wondered if he'd found her attractive because of her muscles rather than in spite of them.

Well there was really only one way to find out. She was going to have to make him explain himself. She stalked across the livingroom and down the hall to the bedroom, she crossed to the bathroom door in just a few long steps and rapped sharply on the bathroom door after jiggling the doorknob to confirm that it was locked. "Eli! Come out of there this instant! We need to talk."

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

“I’m auditioning for a part in a play.”

“I lost a bet.”

In a state of panic, that’s all he could come up with. He knew those responses were no good, so he didn’t use them. Instead, he continued scrubbing frantically -- ignoring his wife at first. The problem, he knew, was that the longer he waited to answer the worse it would be.

Finally he spoke through the locked door. “I .. I uhhh.. I can explain. It isn’t what it looks like.” Oh well, it seems he used that phrase after all. “hands soapy, can’t open door .. soap in my eyes .. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Not a literal minute of course, but the longer he made Val wait, the more upset she might be. So, a little more than a minute to think of an excuse for being dressed the way he was.

--

Before the war, Springfield Falls had been a very small, very rural town ten miles from the next closest town in any direction. Val and Eli had grown up together, and vacillated between being good friends and “best” friends over the years. It isn't as if he would have grown up playing with dolls otherwise, but Val was the one who pushed him to doing "boy" things - climbing trees and building a raft to float down the Mississippi like Tom Sawyer. (Well, it wasn't really the Mississippi, it was Willet Creek, and the sand bar ensured they were never too far from home to hear the dinner bell.) The Great Depression hit their community about as hard as it hit most other places, but they were too young to know what they were going through until they’d already passed through.

Eli wasn’t attracted to Eli because of her “masculine” features. It was as if he couldn’t even see them. That’s the way it is when changes happen incrementally. Hell, it took over a year for him to realize she’d grown taller than him. He was attracted to her because she’d always been nice to him. Because she didn't disrespect him. Of course there was that time Big Jake McMasters (two years older than them) had been bullying Eli, and Val punched his lights out. Eli told her he didn’t need her help, but she pointed out that Jake had his posse with him, and three against one just wasn’t fair. Fortunately, Jake's two companions decided to drag him off instead of fighting a more “fair” fight. Two against one-and-a-half.

As the nation started to slowly make its way out of the Depression, Old Mitch Grubber’s son John thought the time was right to diversify the family business and began trying to turn his hobby – flying aeroplanes – into an investment. Soon they were subcontracting for the big boys, and soon after that Grubber Aeronautics was marketing the G-2, a two seat low wing monoplane that would eventually become the T1G, the trainer the military used to train thousands of pilots prior to and during WW2. Later came the contract for the carrier based fighter with the designation of F1G, which predictably would be branded the “Fig” – despite its official name being the Condor.

It was Grubber’s endowment to fund a Department of Aeronautical Engineering at State University that inspired Eli to exceed in school, where before his grades had been marginal at best. He wanted to design, build, and fly airplanes. When it became apparent war was virtually inevitable, designing and building took a back seat to flying. He was going to be a pilot – in either the Army or Navy, whichever one would take him first. Always – in the back of his mind – was the need to make himself more worthy of Val. Despite the fact they looked like an odd couple, nothing could be further from the truth. He was convinced they had been made for one another. Things like love and compatibility – and Destiny - trumped physical attributes. Still, if he could be a heroic fighter pilot, maybe that would make up for that unspoken understanding that had passed between them years ago, when he was so afraid of getting beaten up by Jake McMasters he literally froze, unable to move.

--

There was nothing Eli could say to make any of this okay. His feminine clothing was a pile of wetness in a corner of the bathroom floor and he had nothing to wear now but a towel. He wasn't lying when he said he’d gotten soap in his eyes, and they were red and inflamed as if he’d been crying. The door cracked open, but only a little, as Eli spoke softly, his head bowed.

“I … I’m sorry. I can’t explain. I .. I’ll pack some things and … go ... somewhere.”

 

[SexyVita]

Val was just about ready to try to force the lock on the door, something she was likely capable of, when Eli emerged looking like nothing so much as a wet cat, dejected and miserable.

“I … I’m sorry. I can’t explain. I .. I’ll pack some things and … go ... somewhere.”

With her two inch work heels on Val towered over the now barefoot Eli. "Eli Morrison, you will do nothing of the sort," she said stamping her foot for emphasis. Looking past him into the bathroom, she continued, "You can't leave your party dress in heap like that, it'll take forever to get the wrinkles out of it if you do. Now, get that on a hanger and put the rest in the hamper." There was no doubt in Val's mind that Eli would comply with her instructions.

While Eli turned back into the bathroom, Val crossed to her dresser and grabbed a pair of pale pink, silky nylon panties and a matching chemise. Then she stood, impatiently tapping her foot while she waited for him to finish hanging the dress. Once he had she thrust her underthings at him, and gestured again to the bathroom, "Put these on. They'll be a bit large on you, but at least I won't have to look at you naked while we talk."

When he reemerged from the bathroom, looking surprisingly adorable in her underwear even without makeup and all the rest, she made him sit on the edge of the bed. "Now, tell me what this is all about! No lies, nothing left out. How long have you been doing this and for God's sake, why?"

Edited by request of @DreamingOfMyEx

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Maybe things had been a little rocky between them these past few weeks. Ever since the problem with the hydraulics on the variable sweep wing project had come to light and his team (meaning 95% Eli's responsibility) had been taking the heat. But he never thought Val capable of turning on him like this - so quickly. Forcing him to wear her lingerie. Then again, he never expected to get caught as the female version of himself.

In a few short minutes, getting caught by his wife had been downgraded to the second most embarassing moment of his life. Eli knew there was never any chance of winning a test of wills against Val - and that was especially impossible under these circumstances. The marriage was over. His life was over. All he could do was to comply with everything she said to do in the hope he could persuade her not to tell anyone else. So he sat as directed, wearing his wife's lingerie, in a stupor.

But still, how does one respond to her demand to tell her everything? To tell her "why"? He didn't know why.

"I ..." his mouth was very dry. His voice was barely a whisper. His eyes were glued to the floor. "I... don't know what to say. I'm sorry. I don't understand why I did it. I just ... wanted to see what it felt like." It probably had something to do with his size, with a lifetime of being taunted and picked on by the "bigger" boys, which seemed to him to be between 99.999 and 100 percent of the world's male population. It's something he thought he had come to terms with, but maybe that was only on the surface.

"I'm not homosexual" he declared, as if that was probably the most obvious reason. "I just .. I don't know. It felt ...." he hesitated for the longest time... "good. But I'll never do it again. I promise. Just don't tell anyone. I won't contest the divorce, you can have everything, just promise you'll never tell anyone. If you did I would.. just.. die. Please Val, please..."

And with that, he started crying. A lot.

--

"I'm sorry Eli. You can live a relatively normal life, but you won't qualify for a pilot's license, and you won't be joining any branch of the military. Just look on the bright side and be glad we caught it before you entered flight training. You could have had a really big problem up there and wouldn't have been able to communicate it to your flight instructor."

Once he was out of the doctor's office, Eli had a nice long cry. His life was over - or it may as well have been. With all the other young men rushing off to join the service, society could now brand Eli "unfit" in yet another way. The idea he would still be home, to be close to Val, was small comfort to him in light of the fact Val would probably turn out to be like every other girl he knew - crazy for a man in uniform. It would be her "patriotic duty" to write to some guy off fighting the war overseas. Promising to wait for him. There were already reports of young men killing themselves because they were rejected for military service. Did Eli even have the courage to do that?

Nothing anyone, even Val, said could bring him out of his depression. Only time could do the trick, and thank God it didn't take much time. Men were still needed on the home front. Even if he was fit for service, he might be exempted anyway because his family had a farm. People, especially soldiers, still need to eat in wartime. But Eli wasn't going to serve his country by farming (except part time). He still had time to apply for the Aeronautical Engineering program at State University - and with so many men going into the military, his chances were now better than ever. Yes, he could do more for his country designing and building airplanes then he could as a run of the mill private cleaning latrines. Somehow, he could still make Val proud of him. He would make it a point to spend at least one weekend a month back home, just so she didn't forget him.

--

Once the tears subsided, Eli managed to communicate a little more between the sniffles. "I'm sorry Val" he whispered again, managing to recall another of her questions. Somehow, it felt as if a lie would sound better than the truth. "This is the first time I ever ..."

No, he couldn't. Even though their marriage was over, he couldn't lie to her. Was it because he loved her, or feared her? He knew she would somehow know if he was lying. Besides, telling the truth seemed like the right thing to do.

"I don't know how many times. A few. Like ... a few... dozen?" he trailed off. He'd used up all his tears. Eli could only sit there in stunned silence, staring at the floor (his pink toenails in his line of sight, reminding him of what a pervert he was), praying Val would... would... he didn't know. He just felt like he should be begging God for something, even if he didn't know what to beg for.

 

[SexyVita]

Val let him have his tears without saying a word. She could see how miserable he was, how he assumed that she'd want to divorce him at this point. But even though Val felt confused and somehow betrayed by this secret side of Eli, he was still her husband. He was still the same emotionally fragile boy she'd taken to loving and protecting long ago. She should have found the whole situation disgusting, but looking at him in her own lingerie... he was just so cute, even red-eyed and with missed bits of eyeliner running down his face.

"There, now that you've had your little cry out, you should feel better," Val stated in a strange combination of compassion and condescension. "Now Eli, look at me. I am not going to divorce you. Even dressed like a woman, you are mine, and always will be. But from now on you will do exactly as I tell you, do you understand? Unless you want everyone to find out about this."

"Now, I don't think you are lying to me, but I do think you've left some parts out. I've known you almost your whole life. I know all your tells." She sat down on the bed next to him, greatly reducing the height difference between them since most of her height was in her long legs. She put her arm around him like she was comforting a friend, rather than her husband. "You've said you're not a homosexual, and I believe that, but when I walked in you were dancing with someone in your mind. Who was it? Another woman? What fantasy were you having? I want to hear it all."

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Eli knew that Val was the stronger half of the relationship in every conceviable way. The only thing he had on her was education, but even so she was still smarter than him, could still play him like a violin. He might have managed to put up a little resistance to her insistance he bear his soul to her, but she employed just enough of a threat ("Unless you want everyone to find out about this") to make resistance unthinkable.

In the process of telling her everything, he found a few more tears he'd not yet cried, and his voice rarely got above a whisper. His confessions were peppered with copious amounts of "I'm sorry" and "please don't leave me" (as if he was unable to comprehend much of what she was saying). He really wasn't understanding any of what she saying - he was just responding. Obeying.

"I'll do whatever you say, I will. I will."
"I'm not lying, I promise."
"Not homosexual, I promise."

The person he ... she ... was dancing with???

"He.. he's just.. just somebody I sort of.. uh.. made up. A man. I'm not homosexual, but I just wanted to feel like .. like I was a beautiful woman. Like men would think I was beautiful. But I'm not homosexual. I swear."

Oh god, this was sooooo embarassing. He was telling the truth. The whole truth.

Well... almost.

"You know..." his mouth was like cotton. "You know John Monroe. That Air Force pilot who's project manager for the XP-7 project. Well.. it wasn't exactly him, but it was, he was, sort of, I guess you could say ... my inspiration? Someone I think, if I really was a beautiful woman ... I was imagining we were on a date. But not him, just somebody I made up. I called him Rob. Robert."

It didn't get any less embarassing for him as he spoke, but somehow the more he spoke the easier it was to confess. Perhaps it also helped that Val seemed somewhat understanding. After all, she knew what it was like to be an attractive woman. Why wouldn't anyone, especially a not-very-manly Eli, want to experience that?

Then an interesting thing happened. Eli began to feel less like the husband busted while dressed in drag, and more like someone who needed a friend to talk to.

"Val" he whispered. "A couple of days ago, he put his hand on my shoulder - you know - just like buddies talking about football of fishing or something, but I just... I just, it made me feel funny. I just got this tingle all over. Like he was so big and strong and manly and I was just ... like I wasn't fit to be considered a fellow man. Like I was something else. Something - that needed his protection. I.. I swear it wasn't sexual or anything. I don't think. It was just, strange."

Well, she did tell him to tell her everything.

 

[SexyVita]

Val listened with growing amazement. She'd never really considered how difficult it must have been for him to live in world where men were expected to be strong, hairy brutes, protectors as much as providers. She quickly realized the truth. He couldn't feel attractive as a man because there was no way he could meet that standard of manliness. No matter what he did, he'd never be tall, broadshouldered, and bulky, it just wasn't in his genes. But as a woman... as a woman, well she would be cuter than Val. Not that Val wasn't beautiful, but no one had ever described her as cute.

As to his assertion that he wasn't a homosexual, well even that made sense viewed with the right lens. As a man, he didn't find other men attractive, but as a beautiful woman in need of help and protection, what could be more natural than to find a big, burly man attractive? Someone that would keep her cared for and safe. Ironically, it was an attitude that Val herself had never felt. She'd never felt the need to have a man protect her. Oh, she'd taken advantage of men before just to make her life easier. In part that was why she'd married Eli. Sure, she could have supported herself, but with wages for women being so much lower than men doing the same job, it wouldn't have been easy. That's not to say she didn't love Eli, but her respect for him was dwindling fast.

"It's alright dear", she said, patting Eli's back gently, "I'm not going anywhere. And I'll make everything alright, just like I always have." She stood up. "Now, go wash your face again, you look frightful. You'll never be a beautiful woman with mascara running down your face."

While she was waiting for Eli, she collected her various perfumes, powders, brushes, pencils, nail polish, her manicure kit, and more and transferred them to the breakfast room. After that was done, she returned to the bedroom. She could just have told Eli to meet her in the breakfast room, but given the state he... no she, was in, she couldn't leave it to chance. "Eli dear, come with me."

The breakfast room was in the front corner of the house. Both inside walls had doors in them, one that led to the kitchen and the other into the formal dining room. It was through that door that they entered. The two outside walls were lined with windows and had lots of light coming in through the lacy curtains, which provided a measure of privacy. "Alright, darling, up on the table," motioning for her to sit on the edge of the table and to put her feet on one of the chairs while Val pulled up another chair for herself. "Now, it's Friday, and for once we have no plans this weekend. So we're going to dress you up nice and pretty for the whole weekend. After that... we'll see."

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

This was all very confusing for poor Eli. Val should be ranting and calling him a pervert and ordering him out of the house. But insead, she seemed like she wasn't bothered by it. Well, not bothered too much.

He had little choice but to do what he was told. First he washed himself as thoroughly as possible (there was a lot that had gotten missed in the panic-filled minute since he'd last been in the restroom). He again smoothed out the dress hanging from the hanger on the shower curtain rod. He kept playing her confusing words in his mind again and again. "You'll never be a beautiful woman with mascara running down your face."

What did she mean by that? As simple as it might sound to the casual observer, to Eli it made no sense whatsoever. Why would she want him to be a beautiful woman. What he'd done was unnatural and perverted. The thought of Val being okay with it was equally unnatural and perverted. Yet, when he dutifully followed his wife to the breakfast room, there was her vast collection of "things that make women beautiful" laid out for her to use.

To use on him???

He was in a daze as he positioned himself on the table.

"We're going to dress you up nice and pretty for the whole weekend."

He responded with a blank expression. Was this really happening? As soon as she began the ultimate makeover, reality slowly began to set it. Val was going to help him be beautiful. So beautiful he could actually pass for a woman? That had yet to be seen. Besides, did it even matter how convincing he was if nobody else saw him?

Actually, yes it did matter. Val was going to see him, and he wanted Val to see him as the beautiful woman she was helping him to become - even if no one else did. He (or rather - she) didn't want to pretend to be a beautiful woman, she wanted to be a beautiful woman.

 

[SexyVita]

As soon as Eli was seated, Val set to work. First she made quick work of removing the remaining polish from his toes and fingernails. From what little Val had observed before Eli rushed off to the bathroom, his fingernails had been halfway decent, for someone who'd obviously had to figure it out on their own, but now, half stripped off, they needed to be completely redone. His toenails, not surprisingly, where in much worse shape. It's hard to do your own toenails even if you're practiced at it, which is why many women who are perfectly comfortable during their own fingernails will go for a pedicure when they want their toenails done.

Once that was done, Val started shaping and buffing each nail. Eli's nails were still quite short, so Val couldn't make them a nice almond shape, so she settled for a more rounded, oval shape. "You'll have to start letting your fingernails grow out if you really want them to look like a woman's. But for now we'll do the best we can." She buffed Eli's nails, removing the ridges until they where smooth. As she worked she explained each step to Eli so that at some point he would be able to do this all himself. Her tone was something Eli had rarely ever heard from her before, and never directed at him, patient and a bit condescending, like she was taking to a not particularly bright girl. When Val was done with her nails she had her get off the table and sit in the chair she'd had her feet on.

"Every day, no matter how you go dressed out of the house, you need to look yourself over and make sure you are as womanly as you can possibly be." Val said as she carefully shaved his face to be sure there was no trace of whiskers. "You're lucky your body hair is so light and fine. You can't feel it, or even see it unless you are two inches from it. You'll probably never even have to shave it." Honestly, he barely even had hair on his face. When she finished shaving him, she started on his eyebrows, plucking individual hairs with a tweezers. "Sorry, this might hurt a bit, but your eyebrows are just a bit too bushy." She didn't pluck all his eyebrow hairs but chose selectively to make them thinner and more shapely.

Next, she started showing Eli the various powders and creams she was applying to her face. She explained how not to overdo it, using the minimum amount needed to achieve the desired look. Again, it was like she was teaching a slightly dim-witted child, even though she was well aware that Eli was nearly as intellegent as she was. It really didn't take long before she seemed satisfied with the result. "Hmmmm... you really are quite adorable. I suspect any of those manly airmen down at the Air Base would love to go dancing with a such a petite little lady."

"Still, we are not quite done. Stand up and close your eyes." Val led her out of the breakfast room, though the dinning room, and into the hallway. "Keep your eyes closed," she admonished, even if it was not really neccessary. Val didn't want Eli to catch a glimpse of herself in the hallway mirror until the transformation was complete. Val led her into the bedroom and faced her away from the vanity mirror. "Now, stand there like a good girl until I find something for you to wear. First she took the bra that Eli had been wearing before from the hamper. Thankfully, unlike the other things he'd dumped on the bathroom floor, it was still dry. She considered for a moment what to stuff it with, and finally decided on a mixture of nylon panties and some of her stockings. The combination of silky nylon with the more coarse stockings would provide an interesting sensory experience. She also retrieved the expensive looking wig Eli had on early.

She removed the chemise she'd had Eli put before her makeover and fitted the bra in place with it's cargo of underthings. By itself, the effect wasn't great, but covered by clothes, it would be fine. She also fitted her with a garter belt and stockings. Then she went to the closet where she found a pale pink dress that she'd bought to attend a wedding and hadn't used since. Given the difference in their heights, the dress fell much further down the legs than it would have on Val, but the waist was in just about the right spot. The flared skirt and all the tulle hid the fact that Eli's hips were too narrow to be really womanly.

She secured the wig to Eli's head and fussed with it just a bit until it looked perfect. Finally, she added the two inch, matching pumps that she'd bought to go with the dress. Luckily Val's feet were large for a woman and Eli's small for a man, so they fit perfectly. At last, she turned Eli to face the vanity. Even though the mirror wasn't full-length, from this distance Eli could see her whole body, from the beautifully coifed wig to the pale pink pumps on her feet. "Well, what do you think?"

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Like so many other times in so many other places, Eli had little control over what was happening to him. He was the detatched observer with little or no input, just watching what was happening. Only this time he wasn't "watching" - just feeling. Still, his feelings were riding the roller coaster. Shock, disbelief, amazement, confusion, suspicion - and even a bit of arousal mixed with a bit of pain from plucking of the eyebrows.

There were times he couldn't speak, having to hold very still when Val was doing something with the face - which is where most of the action took place. Even when he could speak, he didn't know what to say. He wanted to ask why she was doing this, but in back of his mind he thought she might have already answered that question and he was simply to overwhelmed to understand. He definitely remembered his wife saying this was "for the whole weekend" - but did not indicate what the weekend would entail. Her condescending attitude still concerned him, that this could be (probably was) a form of punishment for his perversion.

So he didn't speak, but he did let slip a little moan when Val said "you really are quite adorable" and suggested that any of the airmen at the nearby Air Force base would love to dance with him. If only ... if only he really could be that adorable. If only he could be so pretty that nobody would suspect he was really a man. Well, really a male, if not anyone's idea of a man.

Over the next few minutes Eli again convinced himself that Val might be doing this as a favor, not as punishment. As she was devising the optimum solution to stuffing the bra, he almost spoke. He was going to tell her he considered experimenting with something "heavy" around which other softer material could be wrapped - to give his breasts the weight and motion of real tissue. Then he realized how absurb it would sound, that he had considered something like that. Everything he had done was a perversion - a sin against God and nature. Then the feeling returned that she was actually mad at him and planning some sort of punishment. How absurd with a helpful hint sound then?

Finally - the big reveal.

("Well, what do you think?")

Eli stared in amazement at the sexy woman in the mirror staring back at him. Then she looked looked at Val - her expression hard to read. Then back to the mirror as she whispered "I don't believe ... is that ... Oh Val ..." then back to Val - asking in a suitably feminine voice that seemed to come naturally, "am I really as pretty as I look? I mean, as I think I look?"

 

[SexyVita]

Val smiled, well pleased with both her own efforts and their effect on Eli. "Oh yes, my sweet little princess, you look like Cinderella going to the ball. And you are every bit as pretty as you think you are, even if saying so is a bit egotistical on my part," she said with her smile turning into a smirk, "Still, you did your part too. I mean, it would have been much harder if you'd been a real man to begin with."

Val wasn't sure exactly why she felt the need to poke at Eli's weak spot, but her attitude towards Eli was definately changing. Why had she never realized he was so... weak? Sure, she'd known since they were kids that Eli was the physically weaker of the two of them, but he was plenty smart, something that could rarely be said about the brawny men Eli apparently admired so much. Apparently Eli was mentally and emotionally weak in other ways, however. He couldn't seem to just accept who he was.

It was something Val didn't really understand. Sure there'd been times growing up that she'd wanted to be just like the other girls in her class, not the tall, overdeveloped freak she'd often felt like, but she'd come to embrace her oddity and ultimately revel in it. She'd run track in high school, something her lean, athletic body had been ideally suited for. When the call went out for women to work during the war, she instantly known that the physically demanding work of riveting airplanes together was what she wanted. And even after she'd been displaced by a drop in demand and men returning from the war, she'd gone to work in the office, and now she was the executive secretary to John Grubber himself. Mr. Grubber might technically be the boss of Grubber Aeronautics, but everyone who worked there knew that Val was the one running the office. And Val loved the fact the even the Alpha males at Grubber walked softly when it came to Val. Only once had Val had to deal with inappropiate comments at work, but once that engineer had been let go, word got around that you didn't mess with Ms. Spencer, as she'd been before she married Eli.

So Eli's weakness really undermined her respect for him. Not that it hadn't already taken some hits, especially in bed. Val didn't think of herself as promiscuous, but she'd not been a virgin on her wedding day. So she did have at least a small basis for comparison. And to say Eli was small was an understatement. Val could barely even feel it when he was inside her and he came so quickly that Val resorted to pleasuring herself after Eli had fallen asleep. Val had never been unfaithful to Eli in the years that they'd been married, but Val had fantasized about being filled and streched by a man with a large cock. A strange thought came into her head. If Eli is now a woman, how could fucking another man be cheating? She couldn't be married to a woman, so as long as Eli was a woman, there could be no cheating, right?

The logic seemed a bit flimsy, but the thought was extremely appealing. Appealing enough that Val found herself getting aroused, and another idea popped into her head. "Eli," she started, pronouncing the name like el-LEE rather than EE-lie, "I've done you a great favor and now you own me something in return. My husband has never been able to give me an orgasm. But I think you, my sweet darling, might manage where he failed."

Val started removing her work clothes, starting with her shoes and jacket, followed by her skirt and blouse. She removed her bra, revealing breasts that were quite large, even on her wide frame. Finally, she removed her panties, uncovering the golden mound that perfectly matched the hair on her head, looking like spun gold thread. She left the garter and stockings on. Nearly naked, she was just as striking as she was clothed, or even more so. Her skin was pale and perfect, like porcelain, her legs were long and trim, her hips and buttocks were pleasantly round, but not exageratingly so, and her breast were two glorious globes topped with pale pink nipples. Given her height, even in her stocking feet, she was like some ideallized Greek goddess, like Athena.

"Now Eli," she said, using the feminine pronunciation again, "I want you to eat my pussy." This was something they had never done before, Eli had only ever fucked her, if you could even call it that, in the boring missionary position. "You'll have be careful not to smudge your makeup too much, but I'll touch it up again after you make me come."

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Needless to say, this was the most incredible thing to ever happen in Eli's life - regardless of which pronounciation was being used. Or perhaps it was tied with his first sexual experience (with Val, of course - the only woman he'd ever been with), and the wedding itself -- both of which occurred on the same date. Not only was it incredible because - well, because of the obvious - but also because being both berated by Val and having her help him fulfill a dream - it was almost like being intoxicated. Spun around and off balance. Dealing with issues coming at him -- at her -- from two different directions she wasn't quite prepared to deal with. Only minutes earlier this was his private perverted secret. Now she was being praised by another person - someone who wouldn't lie to him - about how beautiful she was. At the same time, Val was berating his lack of manhood. Her - lack of manhood.

Yes, confusing. A lot of issues to work out.

("I want you to eat my pussy.")

Val really had just transformed herself into the goddess Athena - one who deserved to be worshipped. In comparison (thanks in large part to the berating Eli had undergone even as she was being recreated into the Cinderella she'd always dreamed of being) Eli was definitely a lower form of life and owed the goddess her love and devotion. There was just one problem with that plan.

"I ........." she responded. She didn't know what that meant. She - in her male version - had seen dirty pictures, and even a stag film at college, but it wasn't like it was a training film. And now this where she is expected to perform an unnatural sex act? It reminded Eli of another embarassing time. Honeymoon, when he was finally in bed with Val and had to admit he wasn't sure what to do. It all worked out in the end (or so he thought at the time) - but it also left Eli wondering how it was that Val knew things he didn't. Perhaps because he'd spent more time studying math and engineering while she .... er ... worked on the farm? Or maybe because she was one of the yougest women working at the plant and older women were being that sort of influence on her?

Then an even more incredible thought hit.

Other women. Why was Val suddenly revealing a desire to be ... eaten? ... by another woman? Unless ......

What's happing here?????

Eli reminded herself that moments earlier she was crying, afraid of public exposure, knowing divorce and ruination was inevitable. In light of what just happened, she realized that no matter what Val had done in the past, Eli would do anything to keep her. Eli would forgive her for anything she might have done in the past. And anything she might do in the future.

"I love you" she whispered shyly, "but .. I .. uh .. don't know what to do." Tears were forming, tears which Eli quickly and delicately dabbed with a tissue she'd retrieved from the vanity so her makeup wouldn't be ruined. "I'll do anything you want, but ... you ... can you show me what to do?"

 

[SexyVita]

Val looked at Eli in astonishment, not because of her admission that she didn't know what to do, or even because of the adoration that was so evident in both her words and her voice, but because she was so adorable and femine in her meek shyness that it was heartrending. Eli was so cute and innocent looking up at her with doe eyes, that Val was sure Eli didn't even realize that she was doing it. It was almost as if Eli had always been meant to be a woman and some cruel trick of genetics had made her male instead. In fact, Val considered, she had used far less makeup on Eli than many of her girl friends did to make themselves appealing to men. Eli wasn't the perfect woman yet, there were still mannerisms and such that Val would have to teach her, as well as the art of seducing a man, but she did seem to have a natural, instinctive feel for the femine that would give her a bigger headstart than Val had given her credit for.

"Of course, my sweet princess, for a moment I forgot how naive and inexperienced you are. Come here and I'll give you your first lesson in how to please another woman," Val said as she seated herself on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide apart. In other circumstances the position might have seemed lewd, but Val imbued it with a sensuality that made it erotic, rather than obscene. Spreading the lips of her pussy apart, she began to give Eli a female anatomy lesson, showing her each part and and describing how it could be variously licked, sucked, or digitally manipulated to increase arousal and provide pleasure. "It will probably surprise you how many women secretly love being pleasured by other women, or whom at least fantasize about it. Many women have experimented with another woman at some point in their lives, though most would never admit it."

"Now, you know the basics, it's time to put that knowledge to use," Val said with sultry smile that Eli could only remember having seen once before, on their wedding night. After that, it had disappeared, never to return until now. Even with that encouragement and Val's previous instructions, it was obvious that Eli was reluctant, more likely out of fear of disappointing her, than because of a resistance to performing the act itself. "Don't be nervous, sweetie, I'll guide you as you go, and make sure you do it just right."

Eli started very tentatively, touching her like she was an empty eggshell that might shatter into a million pieces with the slightest pressure, but with Val's gentle encouragement, she got gradually bolder and more confident. "Oh, that's it sweetie, right there, just a little faster. Oh, that feels so good, princess. Yes, slide another finger inside me!" For her own sake, Val was finding herself more aroused than she'd even been, even with the few sexual encounters she'd had before marrying Eli. Something about having this adorable faux woman between her legs was indescribable, more erotic than anything she'd ever imagined. Because of that it took a surprisingly short time for Val to reach orgasm. "Oh God! Oh fuck my sweet little princess!" She grabbed Eli's head and held her to her pussy as her body convulsed. Her back arched and her legs shook. It was, no question, the most intense orgasm of her life.

Val sank back onto the bed to recover her breath. "Oh my darling princess, you did such a good job." As fate would have it, just at that moment, the doorbell rang. Val looked at the clock in alarm. "Oh dear, it's probably the milkman. You're dressed, you'll have to go answer the door," Val got up off the bed, "Wait, before you go," she grabbed a tissue, moistened it with a lick and wiped smeared lipstick off around Eli's mouth. "We can't have you looking like you just sucked off the captain of the football team, now can we?" Val said with an uncharactistic giggle. When she was done, Eli looked little the worst for wear, and still absolutely adorable. "Tell Rex I'll be just a minute. If I don't get the things I need for next week's social, it will be a huge bother." Then she shoed Eli out of the bedroom with a rather condescending pat on her butt.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Eli didn't have to say a word. That facial expression said it all: WHAT?????? SHE was supposed to answer the door? Like this?????

Val's sweet princess had gone from feeling like Miss America to ... to someone on the FBI's most wanted list with the cops at the door.

"But...." she whispered. Loudly. Forcefully. "I ... I ... I can't ...." but somehow, without realizing how it happened, Eli had been shoed out of the bedroom with a pat on the butt and was slowly making her way to the front door. "Oh God, Oh God, please ... please ..." It was a prayer of some sort, though it was being done unconsciously. Eli didn't know just exactly what she was praying for, only that some sort of help from on high would be appreciated. (Obviously, she hadn't thought that logic through.)

Eli wondered if that thing was true, about seeing your life flash before your eyes just before you die. Because if Max recognized her as the male Eli, dressed like this, there would probably be violence, and it would all be one way. After all, Max the Milkman was Max Perkins, former running mate of Jake McMasters, high school bully extraordinare, Navy Gunners Mate and his ship's boxing champion who saw no need to hide his disdain for "college boys" who sat out the war and now made twice his salary. He did, however, show some respect for Val, knowing she was the one who ran the household and paid for the goods and services that helped to pay his salary. The altarcation with Jake was never far from his mind either.

He might have had lustful thoughts toward Val, but something bothered him about Val being married to Eli - like it was an indication something wasn't right, and he wouldn't want to get mixed up in anything weird like that.

Eli reached the door, took in a deep breath, and remined herself to use her most feminine voice... remembering to act like she didn't know the man at Val's door.

"Hello" she said in the softest sweetest feminine voice she could muster, smiled sweetly and having to suppress both her hatred for this man and her abject fear of being beaten to death. "Can I help you?"

 

[SexyVita]

Max Perkins

Max was just turning around to head back to his truck when the door openned and the sweetest voice Max had ever heard directed at him called out from behind him. Even before he turned back around, he knew it couldn't be Mrs. Morrison. It gauled him to even think of her like that. She should have been Mrs. Perkins instead, but by the time Max had gotten out of the Navy a year after the war ended, she and Eli had already been engaged. He'd kind of had a thing for Val ever since she'd knocked out his friend Jake. Sure, Jake had been his friend, but he'd also been a jackass most of the time. Still, Max's interest in Val was not entirely pure. She seemed like one of the few women on his route that didn't seem intimidated by his size. And Max was huge, taller even than Val with her highest pumps on, and built like a main battle tank. While most women kept Max standing on the porch or front step, Val always invited him inside. Not that Val had ever done, or said, anything improper when Max was there, but he always had the feeling that she was interested in him too, though he figured she'd never admit it.

Completing his turn, he was greeted by the most adorable girl... no, woman, Max had ever seen. She looked vaguely familiar, but given the fact that she obviously didn't know who he was, combined with the fact that Max would definately have remembered a woman this pretty if he'd seen her before, meant she was a stranger. The fact that Max didn't even know her from around town, and Max knew nearly everyone in Springfield Falls, even with the influx of all the newcomers, definately meant she was new here. Maybe she was the maid, though she was too well dressed for working around the house, and Max couldn't imagine Val ever needing help around the house, even though she worked during the day. Val was just too self-reliant, it was another thing that Max found attractive about her. He supposed she could be a friend, or maybe a relative, come for a visit. A relative would explain why she looked vaguely familiar. Still, she couldn't be related to Val, they looked nothing alike, so maybe she was related to Eli.

Thinking of Eli put a scowl on his face, but Max quickly changed it to his most charming smile, and it was charming, and good thing too. His smile was one of the only things that kept him from being a dismal failure as a milkman. Men that made women nervous didn't last long as milkmen. "Hello miss," he said politely, tipping his cap to her like the gentleman he certainly was not. He just found the woman even more attractive than Val despite the fact that she seemed nervous and timid in his presence. Something about her made him feel like she was something to be protected and treasured rather than just fucked and forgotten like the island girls Max had hooked up with during the war. "I'm Max, the milkman," he said, as if that wasn't obvious from his uniform, with the Springfield Farms logo embroidered on it along with his name, "I'm looking for Va... Mrs. Morrison," he corrected himself in mid sentence, "Is she at home?"

After receiving confirmation that Val would be there shortly, he smiled again. "Miss, I hope you won't find me too forward in saying that you look very lovely."

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Eli kept telling herself it was imperitive she act "normal" - whatever that meant - so as not to arouse suspicion. Still she was terrified. Dammit, why did she have to say anything, when he was already walking away?? Well, she supposed it was because Val needed things from him.

("Is she at home?")

He didn't recognize me. Thank you God. "Uh" she caught herself starting to say and cut herself off immediately. That's not how the feminized version of Eli would respond. "Yes" she said, still turned toward the huge intimidating man but gesturing behind her. "She should be out in a moment." There was no way -- no way -- she was going to invite Max into the house. NO way.

("Miss, I hope you won't find me too forward in saying that you look very lovely.")

Eli just stared at him for a moment, the fake smile never leaving her face. Then she had an epiphany - Max not only couldn't tell who she really was, but - she was every bit as lovely as Val said she was. She really was the beautiful woman she saw in the mirror. And Max? Max looked like a shy schoolboy too nervous to talk to pretty girls. He had actually removed his cap and was nervously fiddling with it.

"Well no, I don't think that's forward at all. It's actually very sweet of you. Thank you."

Holy shit. Was she calling Max Perkins sweet? Yes she was. Eli just realized she could wrap this man around her little finger if she wanted. And while the former Eli didn't like the idea of Max being invited into the house, that was then and this was now.

"Would you like to come inside?" she asked, stepping back and opening the door wider for him to enter. "Can I offer you something to drink? It will only take a moment to make a fresh pot of coffee." Ever the graceful hostess - or so she liked to picture herself - Eli realized what a stupid move that was. The longer Max was in the house, the more likely he was to figure something wasn't right about all this.

Shit shit shit shit.

"I'm Eli, by the way - Eli's cousin. And you are?"

---

"Valerie, it's Max" she called down the hallway on her way to the kitchen "I think you wanted to put in a special order today?" Without thinking about it, Eli realized that it was her nature to address Valerie in a more formal fashion, by her full name. While Val might not like it normally, this would be another way to distinguish the female version of Eli from the male version, who only called her Val. Max was gracious enough to turn down the coffee, as much as he would love to extend his visit. "A glass of ice water then. I insist. Don't move a muscle." Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it ... "Oops" Eli "accidentally" bumped into the sofa table and knocked a small book onto the floor. She had intended to let Max see her bending over to pick it up. Flexibility was something Eli had always been good at. But before she could reposition her feet, Max was there, kneeling down to pick it up for her. What a sight that must have made, Max on one knee before Eli holding the book up to her, looking up at her with such .. admiration? And Eli gently stroking his hand as she took possession of the book.

"Thank you" she whispered in a sexy, almost husky voice. Oh, how this man wanted her - she knew it. She had gone from being totally terrified of him to ... toying with him? Yes, that's what she was doing. But why? Revenge because he had been a bully? Jealousy because he was the man Eli could never be? Or simply because it felt good to be an attractive woman inspiring that sort of desire in the heart (and elsewhere) of a man?

 

[SexyVita]

Max Perkins
"Well no, I don't think that's forward at all. It's actually very sweet of you. Thank you."

Max nearly sighed with relief. For some reason he wanted to impress this sweet little lady more than anything in the world right now. And then the impossible happened, she invited him inside. Max couldn't believe it. He'd been inside the Morrison house many times, of course, but always with Val, not a petite little lady like this one. He realized he didn't even know her name.

"Why, thank you miss. I'd be much obliged" Much obliged? Max didn't think he'd ever said those two words together in his whole life. It was like she'd cast a spell on him.

"Can I offer you something to drink? It will only take a moment to make a fresh pot of coffee."

"Oh... um... no miss," Max stammered out, "I couldn't impose on you like that, but thank you for the offer."

"I'm Eli, by the way - Eli's cousin."

Oh, now it made sense, yes he could see a slight resemblance to Eli in her. "No offense to your cousin, but it seems you got all the good looks in the family." Max actually blushed when he realized what he'd just said, but she seemed to brush it away with a cute blush of her own.

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Val Morrison

"Valerie, it's Max. I think you wanted to put in a special order today?" Val heard Eli's girly voice come down the hallway just a moment before she was ready to leave the bedroom. She walked down the hall toward the dinning room, but just before she turned into the room, she could barely believe what she was seeing. First of all Eli had obviously invited Max in. Max knew that he made a lot of women nervous with his shear size and would never impose himself if he hadn't been asked. Then there was Eli herself, offering Max a glass of water, and accidentally-on-purpose, knocking the book onto the floor. Val herself had never resorted to those kinds of tactics, but she'd seen plenty of other women do it. What should have come next was Eli bending at the waist to pick up the book. The tulle petticoats under her dress would have done the rest of the magic, showing off much of Eli's stocking clad legs and, if Max were very lucky, a glimpse of Eli's pink panties.

But Max surprised them both, by beating Eli to the ground and retrieving the book before Eli had barely started her bend. Even so, Val would have been very surprised if Max hadn't gotten an eyeful from his new, lower vantage point anyway. Val felt just a twinge of jealousy. She'd always rather fancied Max, even though he'd been part of the neighborhood bully brigade when they were growing up. Max was one of the few men Val literally had to look up to. Even though Val rarely wore pumps with more than a three inch heel, it was the rare man who was her better in height, with Max even a six inch heel wouldn't have been enough to overtop him. Beyond that, Max had come back from the war different than he'd left for it. Oh, he was still a brute, and apt to act with his fists rather than his brains, but it was obvious Max had seen things in the war that even he'd been unprepared for. But the jealousy passed quickly, after all she was the one who'd made Eli the eye-catching treat that she was, and Max's adoring eyes were as much her triumph as they were Eli's.

Val finally emerged into the dining room, which was open to the living room and entryway by a large archway. Rather than put her work clothes back on, she'd opted for a housecoat, the sort of thing she usually did chores in, sort of a cross between a sundress and a robe. This one was blue and white floral, with blue ruffled accents on the cuffs, hem, and neckline. Even casually dressed, she looked stunning. "Max, good to see you as always. I see you've met Eli already." Then turning to Eli she said, "Be a dear and get that glass of water you promised Max, while I discuss my order for next week." Then turning fully to Max, she temporarily dismissed Eli from her head. "So Max, I have the church social coming up next week, and I'm going to need a number of extra things added to our usual order. I'm going to need an extra two dozen eggs,..."

Once Val had gone over her list twice to make sure Max had it written down right, Max asked her a question, "So that's Eli's cousin? She seems quite nice."

Val was surprised, but she hid it well and Max was currently too besotted to notice. Apparently Eli had come up with that herself. It was pretty clever actually, if anyone noticed a resemblance to Eli, it could be explained by the supposed family connection. "Why, yes. She's spending the weekend with us."

Max's face immediately fell, "Oh, I was hoping I might see her again next week." Max blushed harder that she'd thought would be possible.

"Oh, you've taken a liking to her, have you?" Max actually managed to look sheepish, which for someone his size was quite an accomplishement. "Oh, come on," she teased him gently, "there's no need to be embarrased, she's a lovely girl, after all." She gave him a conspiratorial look. "I'll tell you, I've been trying to convince her to stay longer to help with the social, and she won't resist me for long, you know how persuasive I can be. I'll guarantee you, she'll still be here next Friday."

Before Max could find the words to reply, Eli waltzed through the kitchen door and minced her way across the dining room as if she'd been doing it her whole life. Max's eyes followed every step, every swing of Eli's hips. Oh, he has it bad, Val thought. "Ah, here's our darling princess now," Val said teasing both Eli and Max in very different ways.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Eli managed to keep up the grace and charm until she was in the kitchen and out of sight. There, she slumped against a counter and began trembling. What the hell am I doing????

Something had come over her and she'd found herself flirting with a man she hated, and would most likely hurt her very badly if he found out the truth. Everyone would know and her life would be ruined. On the one hand, it was nice being able to manipulate him like that, and it felt good for someone else to make her feel pretty -- but the bully who had picked on him in school? (One of the bullies, anyway.) Max Perkins???

Eli knew she couldn't stay in the kitchen long without drawing too much of the wrong kind of attention. She fumbled for a glass and reached into the freezer to retrieve as many ice cubes as her delicate little hand could hold before filling Max's glass with water. Then she bucked up her resolve, stood up straight jutting out her chest just a little, but not enough to be too obvious, and returned with their guest's water.

("Ah, here's our darling princess now,")

"Valerie, please..." she whispered, as if embarassed to be referred to in such a manner.

"Here's your water Mister..." shy smile - she didn't know his last name, and she was not accustomed to too much informality with strangers ... "Max. If you'll both excuse me I'll let you get on with your business. It was nice meeting you Max."

She couldn't wait to get to the guest room where she had absolutely no business going except to get away from their guest. What the hell am I doing???

 

[SexyVita]

Val watched the interaction between Max and Eli with bemusement. For his part, Max couldn't take his eyes off of Eli. And Eli, confident before, was now close to freaking out and couldn't wait to get away. Max didn't really seem to notice that though, which was just as well. Once Eli was gone, Max took a long moment to gather himself before he went out to the truck and brought in the Morrisons' weekly order. Val had him carry it into the kitchen to save her the work, and then Max was on his way. Val took her time putting things away, figuring that Eli needed some time to herself, but once she was done, and Eli hadn't come back, Val went looking for her.

Val finally found her in the guest room of all places, but it did give Val an idea she might explore later. Val walked over to Eli, who was sitting on the edge of the bed like she didn't know what to do with herself. And, to be fair, it was possible she didn't. Val could imagine that going from the fantasy of being a beautiful woman to the reality would be a bit jarring. In a fantasy you didn't have to think about what to do when you weren't dining or dancing with your date.

"Eli, I know you're feeling nervous, maybe even afraid right now, but you must have seen the way you had Max wrapped around your delicate little fingers. He's so besotted with you that he'd probably do anything you asked him to, just to bask in your presence. And if you're afraid he might figure out that you're not entirely what you look like, well, you could string him along just about forever, I'd guess. He'd wait until the day you married him to do more than hold your hand or dance with you if you told him that's what you wanted." Val gave her a reasurring smile. "Not that I'm suggesting you marry Max. If you wanted to get married, you could do a lot better than Max, still he'd be good practice."

"Speaking of which," Val said, changing the subject, "we may have transformed you physically into a woman, but there's a lot more to being a woman than just the appearance. First there are mannerisms, little physical cues that make the brain think 'woman' rather than 'man'. We'll work on some of those this weekend. Monday, you'll have to go back to being a man, at least until Friday. But when we're at home, you can practice your makeup, walk, your manner of speaking, and you other mannerisms."

"I'll also have to teach you about seducing a man, although that isn't as difficult as it sounds." Val gave Eli a conspiratorial look, like she was sharing a secret. "Generally men are idiots where beautiful women are concerned, no matter how smart they might be in other matters. Still, there are some tricks and I'll make sure you know them all."

"As for the rest of the week, Sunday we'll have to go to church. Now that Max has seen you, half the town will know Eli's cousin is here for the weekend. So it will look suspicious if I don't bring you to church. After that, as I've said, you'll need to be a man during the week, at least at work. Next weekend, you'll help me with the church social, and after that, we'll see."

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Val would no doubt notice what Eli herself was not aware of, her very ladylike posture seemed to come naturally for her. While the male version might have been slumped forward with one leg crossed over the other, leaning on his elbows, the feminine Eli was sitting on the edge of the bed upright, breasts jutting out only barely within the limits of propriety, her pretty little delicate feet crossed at the ankles and her pretty little delicate hands folded in her lap.

"I ...." she began, her eyes focused on a spot on the wall and not on the person to whom she wanted to explain what she was feeling. Only she couldn't explain what she was feeling, not in a way that sounded remotely coherent. Fortunately Val took over.

("He'd wait until the day you married him to do more")

Married??????? But I'm ... we're ... already married!!!

("Not that I'm suggesting you marry Max.")

Well that's a relief, but it wasn't as if Eli's concerns weren't growing. They were. What did all this mean to their marriage?

("I'll also have to teach you about seducing a man, although that isn't as difficult as it sounds ... there are some tricks and I'll make sure you know them all.")

What was she saying??? She is experienced at seducing men??? Where and when has she been learning to be an expert at seducing men??? And she expects Eli to seduce men, too??? No, this was taking it way too far. Eli only wanted to dress up and feel pretty, not to ...

("Sunday we'll have to go to church.")

"CHURCH????? Are you out of your mind?" There was almost a hint of Eli's male voice that time, but the majority of the population still would have guessed it was female. "I can't go to church like this!!" There were certain things Eli had not thought through - most likely because this was something secret, for inside the house only. She never dreamed of actually going out in public! And to CHURCH? It was one thing to be doing this in the first place - something God no doubt disapproved of, but Eli maintained the if it's not hurting anyone defense. But going into church, any church, especially their church, like this??? Unthinkable!

"I can't ...."

It was as if Val wasn't listening, and if she was she certainly wasn't concerned.

("Next weekend, you'll help me with the church social")

"I can't do this" Eli said, rising from the bed and marching as determined as she dared in heels to the master bath where she intended to rip off everything from wig to polish on her toenails and wash all the makeup off her face and resume her ... his ... place in the world. MISTER Eli Morrison. He was a respected Aerospace engineer with Grubber Aeronautics. He was Val's husband. He served on two church committees and had recently been asked if he was willing to serve on the Board, which he agreed to do. This pretending to be a woman had just gone too far. It was highly arousing for him to pretend, but it was time to seperate fact from fantasy.

This time, however, he neglected to lock - or even close - the door to the master bath. Looking into the mirror, he reached up to remove the wig Val had styled for him during the makeover, but couldn't bring himself to do it. The vision of that delicate feminine hand with the pretty polished nails beside that beautiful woman's impeccable face ... he couldn't do it. His look in the mirror earlier that morning had been only for a moment. After that, he was only going by what it felt like to feel pretty. But now, looking into the mirror again .... Removing that wig and washing off the makeup would see like a travesty. Like rubbing paint remover over a Da Vinci or a Botticelli.

That's where Val would find him, staring into the mirror at the masterpiece she - they - were creating.

"It ... would be a sin ... to do this in church." He didn't sound so sure. It was supposed to sound like a statement of fact. Val might interpret it differently: A desire to be talked into it, hidden behind a question disguised as a statement.

 

[SexyVita]

Val had barely finished discussing the plans for the week when Eli had practically jumped up, said, "I can't do this," and run from the room. Val felt like kicking herself. She had let herself forget how... fragile Eli was. It seemed strange in a way that as a man, Eli had, for the most part, managed to keep things together as long as he had. Val had never blamed Eli for his physical defects as a man. There was nothing he could have done to change them. But his mental and emotional weakness, that was harder to excuse. There'd been a few other smaller boys like Eli when they'd been growing up. The others had learned to use their small size and relative quickness to their advantage, either avoiding confrontations altogether or confusing their larger, slower opponents by moving fast. Eli, on the other hand, simply froze in the face of a confrontation, which either resulted in a pummeling or one of his bigger, stronger friends stepping in to save him. Val wondered if that was part of the reason Eli found the attention of bigger, stronger men attractive now.

Val didn't waste any time while this was going through her head, however, and moved quickly to follow Eli. She didn't run, but instead ate up the distance with her quick, long strides. She fully expected to reach the bedroom to find that Eli had again locked himself in the bathroom, probably undoing all her work. But once again today, she was surprised, finding Eli with her hand up as if she were about to take off the wig, but rather than completing the motion, she was staring at herself in the mirror with a look that seemed equal parts amazement and adoration. It was like she could barely believe the vision in front of her, but was completely enamored with the delicate beauty in the mirror.

Eli, still too entranced by the image in the mirror to notice that Val was only a few feet away, whispered, "It ... would be a sin ... to do this in church." as if she didn't quite believe it and wanted to be convinced otherwise. Val approached her quietly, put one hand around Eli's waist and used the other to guide Eli's hand away from her face. She did it so smoothly, and the act felt so intimate, that it was practically erotic.

Val leaned in to whisper in Eli's ear. "How could such beauty ever be a sin?" Val's voice was breathy and husky in Eli's ear, more sultry and seductive than Eli had ever heard her sound. "God made you like this, didn't he? Surely he knew from the start just how beautiful you could be. You just needed a little help for it to shine through. Let me show you just how beautiful a woman can be," Val whispered as she bent Eli over the vanity, "Keep your eyes open and watch the beautiful woman in the mirror."

Val reached on hand under Eli's petticoats from behind and began to rub her through the silky nylon panties. She didn't stroke him like she would have a man, but just rubbed like she would have another woman. She started gently, gadging Eli's reaction in the mirror. She could tell that watching herself in the mirror was, for Eli, the most erotic part of the encounter. Gradually Val stepped up her motions, rubbing in little circles like she was rubbing another woman's clitoris. A high pitched moan started coming from Eli's mouth as she neared her climax. Her face was flushed, and the expression on her face was both adorable and extremely sexy. "How can something so beautiful be a sin?" Val whispered, driving her point home as she took Eli over the edge into orgasm.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Val approached her quietly, put one hand around Eli's waist and used the other to guide Eli's hand away from her face. She did it so smoothly, and the act felt so intimate, that it was practically erotic.

Val leaned in to whisper in Eli's ear. "How could such beauty ever be a sin?" Val's voice was breathy and husky in Eli's ear, more sultry and seductive than Eli had ever heard her sound.

Had Val simply left to go grocery shopping at that point, it still would have been enough to convince Eli that going to church with her on Sunday - and anyplace else Val wanted to take her - was okay. But Val, being ever the overachiever, decided to cement the deal in a way only she could. As she spoke of God's wanting Eli to be a beautiful woman, that small part of Eli's brain that tried to be logical began to wonder -- If that was the case, then why didn't God make him a woman in the first place? That's when Val reached into his brain and flipped off the logic switch.

("Let me show you just how beautiful a woman can be," Val whispered as she bent Eli over the vanity, "Keep your eyes open and watch the beautiful woman in the mirror.")

Eli was more aroused now than she (even as a "he") had ever been. Even his first time his arousal was still having to compete with his nerves and feelings of inadequacy - and that little nagging suspicion that their first time wouldn't be Val's first time. Now, looking at Val and herself in the mirror, Eli was overwhelmed with the realization that the male version of Eli could never be good enough. Not in a million years of trying was he worthy of Val - or any other woman for that matter, but especially Val. He had gone from fearing she had cheated on him, to hoping she had. It pained her now to think Val had to do without the pleasure she deserved because of some misplaced sense of loyalty to someone as worthless as male Eli.

She wanted to try to communicate this to Val, but it was impossible. All she could do is stare at the new Eli they were creating as she submitted and whimpered under the expert manipulations, physical and emotional ... and spiritual ... of the head of their household.

("How can something so beautiful be a sin?")

AAAAAgggggghhhhhhhh. Even as Eli lost all control of her body, her thoughts, her voice - everything remained distinctly female. Even the verbal part was quiet and soft and ladylike, quite unlike the male Eli's gutteral grunts and groans when he came. To sound like a male would have been an offense against God.

---

"I realize now I was never good enough for you. Really, I knew it all along but I convinced myself it wasn't true. Yesterday I would have been devestated if I even thought you had an affair. But now, I hope you did. I would feel better knowing you weren't depriving yourself because of a man who wasn't good enough for you. I love you, and ... and ... I don't ever want to be a man again. I'll do whatever you want. Anything."

 

[SexyVita]

It was only afterward, when Eli had cleaned up and she and Val were sitting on the bed, that Eli was able to express her thoughts. Val was pleased, her quickly conceived plan had worked even better than she had expected. "Shush, sweetie. My husband may have been a disappointment," Val said, making it sound as if she were speaking of someone who wasn't in the room, "but you Eli, are a complete delight!" She smiled fondly at Eli. "To be honest, I never did cheat on Eli," she used the male pronunciation, "Well, not really," she gave Eli a sly smile, like she was sharing girl secrets with a friend, not her husband in drag, "I mean, I thought about it often enough, but I love Eli, whatever his deficencies might be, and I'd never have hurt him like that. He would have been absolutely devestated if I'd cheated on him and he found out. Of course, other women were a different thing altogether. How could a little fun between girlfriends be cheating?"

"But since you are so understanding, Eli dear," she switched smoothly back to the female name, "I think I may indulge on occasion," she smiled again to Eli, "In fact, if you decide you'd rather not date Max, I'd rather like to fuck him myself. You may not have noticed, but Max is packing an enormous bulge in those trousers. If I had to guess, he's bigger flacid than my husband is fully erect," Val giggled like a giddy schoolgirl, which was very uncharacteristic of her, "To tell you a secret, I think Max has been carrying a secret flame for me ever since I knocked out Jake McMasters." At Eli's reaction she said, "Don't look so surprised! He could never admit it, what with Jake being his best friend, but you never saw the look on his face when he got out of the Navy to find out we were engaged. I did, because I'm the one who told him. It nearly broke my heart because he'd come, all sweet as can be for someone that big, and asked me out. I was as gentle as I could be, but I'm not sure he's ever gotten over that. It's just as well though, Max would have been a terrible husband for someone like me. Sure, he might have been good in bed, but he would have seen me as something to be tamed and brought under his control, even if it was my wildness and independence that attracted him to me in the first place."

"Now, I can understand you not wanting to go back to being a man," she smiled again, "I mean who would choose being a scrawny excuse of a man over a vision of female beauty! But, I just can't see how it can be avoided for the upcoming week. It would be impossible to explain this," Val waved her hand to encompass the whole pretty woman sitting next to her, "to the office, now wouldn't it? Maybe we can eventually work out a way for you to be a woman all of the time, but until then, you'll have to at least act and dress like a man at work. Think of it like being a spy, deep in enemy territory, you can wear pretty underthings to remind yourself that you really are a woman, but your outer clothes will have to be masculine to keep the secret for now, at least."

"Now, if that is settled, we still have a lot to do this weekend. Are you ready to get started?"

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

That talk was like a roller coaster for Eli, with all the ups and downs, and sometimes an up and down occuring simultaneously. All the insults Val hurled at the male version, while heaping praise on the female. Talk of having an affair with Max (Please! Anyone but Max! - well, almost anyone) and ... of being with other women?? Eli was only barely conscious of the fact that women somewhere existed who did that sort of thing - but to find out Val was one of them ... how does a spouse handle something like that? Shock. And arousal. Eli might not have been that aroused if she hadn't just experienced a "lesbian" encounter with Val herself a few minutes earlier.

The fact Eli would have to pretend to be a man, at least for the forseeable future, was almost devestating. The logic switch was still in the off position, but she vaguely recalled how it was Eli's salary that paid the mortgage. And the utilities. And the car payment. What had Val been doing with the money she earned? Oh yes, a savings account. Eli knew she didn't make as much as him, so he never worried about it - he made plenty of money to give them both a nice life.

She also wondered how far Val expected her to go with someone else. With another woman? With a man? Eli relished the idea of flirting and teasing men - surprised at just how quickly she turned her charms toward Max, a man she didn't like, who had tormented Eli in school. She was sure it would come even easier to total strangers she would probably never see again. But how might she handle people she knew? Not people like Max, but people she knew well and liked. People from ... church. Oh dear.

Fortunately Eli didn't have time to dwell on that, as her "training" began almost immediately. Never could any man have imagined how much work it was to be a woman. Val dumped a small stack of magazines on the table for her to peruse. Mostly fashion magazines, but also a couple with "housekeeping" in the title, and two on cooking. He knew that cookbooks existed (Eli even referred to one occasionally) but never dreamed there were periodicals devoted to meal preparation.

Then there was the walk. Max had never suspected a thing, and Eli might have been satisfied, but Val wasn't. Max was thinking with his dick. Women didn't have dicks to interfere with their powers of observation. "no dear, swing your lead foot a bit more to the side, that will give your hips an even sexier swing" and "no no, not that way. tilt your head a little further to the left, but don't lift your chin." She practiced walking in a pair of Val's impossibly tall heels - heels Eli had never seen her wear - until her calves were screaming for mercy, and her thighs were starting to lose the same battle.

Eli thought she looked pretty enough when she did her own makeup, when this was still a private thing Val didn't know about. The difference when Val did her makeup, though, was like the difference between night and day. And speaking of night and day, Eli also hadn't realized how those two factors could affect the application of a woman's makeup.

There was soooooo much to learn, but except for the screaming calves, no teacher had ever had as eager a student as Val had in Eli. One small tiny minute taste of womanhood, and Eli would rather die than have to live any longer as a man. She tried think of possibilities for employment and how she might fake paperwork - her college and credentials - but trying to find the angles there while also trying to negotiate stairs with grace in dangerous footwear was a bit much.

All the time, Eli was discovering something else about herself. Val's mention of pretending she was a "spy" had a particularly interesting effect. Yes! a spy! It had always been there in back of her mind. The dangerously seductive femme fatale - that's what she was trying to turn herself in to when it was still her little secret but she didn't realize it at the time. She was a fool for pretending to be enamored of that handsome fighter pilot. She should have been seducing him for information on the new air-to-air missile he was testing. Perhaps then, when he was at his lowest point, realizing he had betrayed his country for a woman who didn't really love him, she would .... what would she do? Administer the coup de grace and leave his body for the maid to find? Or simply walk away with an evil smirk on her face, listening to him begging her to come back to him, knowing he'll spend the rest of his life in prison for treason. Yes, she hated the thought of being an inadequate male in a man's world where he would never measure up. But to be a sexy spy - there was something about deception that turned her on. After all, hadn't the whole dressing-up thing been about deception? And being sexy?

"Alright dear, that's enough for now. Let's go touch up your makeup and go out for a little drive."

"Go ... out???"

Eli wasn't ready for that. It was one thing to come face to face with a guy whose IQ wasn't in the top ten percentile in the privacy of her own home - but out there? There were ... people ... out there. She wasn't ready ...

"Of course you're ready. It's nearly dusk, and Sunday you'll be surrounded by an entire church congregation. Best to start getting used to people now, and we'll hone those skills tomorrow. Besides, I say you're ready for this. Are you saying you don't trust my judgement? Or, are you forgetting the part where you promised to do - what was that word you used? Anything? Now, let's go pick out something pretty for you to wear - even though you won't even have to get out of the car if you don't want to."

--

It wasn't as if Eli had to hide herself somehow between the front door and Val's car. After all, the story was she is a cousin come to spend a weekend, so she didn't need to hide from the neighbors. And, she had gazed into the mirror long enough (two minutes, practicing her smile) to know how totally "passable" she was. Of course Val was driving. It might have been awkward if Eli got stopped by the police and had to produce a license.

As Val backed out of the driveway, Eli whispered "where are we going?"