Superpower

By

Pamela

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“Glen, why have you sought out marriage counseling?” Dr. Morrow asked. Glen and his wife Marilyn sat facing her on a sofa.

Glen turned to look at Marilyn and said, “May I respond?” They had enlisted Dr. Morrow in an effort to fix a marital issue that had been bedeviling Glen.

“Yes, Glen. You may respond to Dr. Morrow.”

Dr. Morrow looked on with fascination. This was new. A husband asking his wife for permission to answer a question.

“Thank you Marilyn,” Glen said. “Dr. Morrow, Marilyn gave me permission to seek counseling …”

Dr. Morris cut him off. “Permission to seek counseling? Could you explain that?”

Glen turned to Marilyn and asked, “May I respond?”

“Yes, Glen,” Marilyn said.

“Can I interject here?” Dr. Morrow said. Never before had she seen a husband kept on such a short leash. “Is it possible Marilyn for you to give Glem blanket permission to respond to my questions – at least while we’re in the therapy session.”

“Sure, that’s fine. Glen,” Marilyn said turning to face him, “for the duration of the therapy session you are free to speak whenever Dr. Morrow asks you a question. Do you understand?”

“Yes Marilyn. Only during therapy. I understand.”

“Good, Glen.”

Dr. Morrow wished she could hit her head with her hand. In all her years as a marriage counselor she had never seen a husband as obedient and cowed as Glen. Marilyn was a stunningly beautiful woman. She easily could be a model. Impeccably dressed, her clothes were expensive – right out of Saks Fifth Avenue. She wore stockings and high spike heels. She had a sexy shape with prominent breasts and gorgeous curving rear end. Glen was just passably good looking, with a somewhat rounded face. Definitely not an angular masculine GQ quality face. At about Marilyn’s height, she’d have to describe him as a low testosterone guy. That much was obvious. Glen didn’t carry himself like the wealthy people she knew or her clients with impressive jobs. Could his submissiveness have anything to do with the reason why Marilyn married him?

“Good. Glen could you explain to me why you’re here,” Dr. Morrow said.

“Yes, Dr. Morrow. Marilyn decides every day what clothes I wear. She leaves an outfit on my bed to wear. If I’m going to work she leaves me my suit and tie. When I come home there’s usually a girl’s outfit on my bed that I change into. Sometimes it’s woman’s clothing but most often lately it’s a girl’s dress.”

“Men, women, and girl outfits?” Dr. Moore asked. She was having a hard time understanding such a crazy system.

“Like I’m wearing my boy outfit here today. When I get home Marilyn will most likely have my girl’s outfit waiting for me and I’ll put it on.”

“What does the girl outfit consist of?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“Always a pretty dress. Panties, a bra – it’s a B cup for my girl outfits – and then it could be tights, pantyhose, or frilly socks. Also low heels.”

“Don’t forget garter belt and stockings sometimes,” Marilyn said.

“Right. Instead of pantyhose I sometimes wear a cute garter belt with cupids on it and stockings.”

“And for your woman outfits?”

“A dress, panties, a bra – it’s a DD cup for my woman outfits – and then a slip, pantyhose or girdle and stockings, very high heels and some jewelry, makeup, and perfume.”

“I’ve got the picture. So now, what’s the problem?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“Up to now Marilyn only dresses me like a girl or woman at home. But she’s told me that she’s decided to take me on some excursions outside our home while I’m dressed like a girl. She wants to take me to the zoo wearing a pink dress with matching heels. It is a pretty dress. I think it’s the prettiest one that Marilyn has bought for me, but I’m very scared of going to the zoo in a pretty pink dress.”

Glen was clearly fighting off tears and Marilyn handed him a pink hankie from her purse.

“You’ll have to forgive him for getting emotional,” Marilyn said. “Glen is so wound up about everyone staring at him in public.”

Dr. Morrow watched this unfold with jaw dropping amazement. She was speechless and dumbfounded. Marilyn had the power to make Glen wear a dress and heels in public? How unbelievably strange. After a minute watching Glen regain control of himself, she said, “I guess I’m not understanding why you’re commanding Glen to leave the house in a dress.”

“I want Glen to be my pretty companion,” Marilyn said. “At home I love how he’s often cute, pink, and ruffly. I like that. Having said that, it’s also important in my relationship with Glen to periodically exercise my dominance in a way that makes him know that I am absolutely in charge of his life – mind and body.”

“It doesn’t matter to you how upset Glen is?”

Marilyn laughed. “Glen’s feelings are irrelevant. Our marriage is based on what makes me happy. What I want. We’re using these counseling sessions for Glen to learn techniques for coping with situations such as wearing a dress outside the house. That’s the best I can do for him. I can’t tell him he won’t have to wear a dress because I want him to be pretty and that’s that.”

“His suffering is not a problem for you?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“It’s not that I’m causing the suffering Dr. Morrow. Glen is free to seek a divorce anytime he wants - and with no hard feelings I might add. The problem here is strictly about Glen learning how to control his feelings.”

“Okay, what you’re saying is interesting and unusual. We can circle back to some of this later. Glen, can you explain to me why you don’t refuse to wear a dress,” Dr. Morrow asked.

“If I don’t wear the clothing that Marilyn sets out for me to wear, then I’d be disobeying her,” Glen said.

“I understand that. Why won’t you disobey Marilyn?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“Marilyn trained me to never disobey, so I never disobey her.”

Dr. Morrow shook her head in wonder. How does someone get trained to never disobey? Electroshock therapy? This was the rare moment with clients when she couldn’t think of anything to say.

“It’s all about Glen not wanting to give up the access to me that he gets by being my husband,” Marilyn said.

“If he disobeys you, you’ll divorce him?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“Yes,” Marilyn said. Seeing consternation on Dr. Morrow’s face she added, “It probably will be most productive if we explain the nature of our marriage to you. I can see that you’re confused. Knowing about our marriage might make Glen’s behavior more comprehensible.”

“Good idea. By all means let me hear about your marriage.”

“Glen, tell Dr. Morrow how we met,” Marilyn said.

“Yes Marilyn. I was at my cousin Albert’s wedding. Marilyn was a bridesmaid. She had recently had a hurtful breakup with her rock star boyfriend. She was sad and sitting by herself at a table. Albert’s bride is a close friend of Marilyn and wanted her to cheer up. She told Albert to tell me to dance with Marilyn. Marilyn is so beautiful that I was terrified to ask her to dance. Women like her have always scared me. Well, all women scare me as far as that goes.”

“Are you afraid of me?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“A little. More than a little.”

“Interesting. Go on Glen.”

“I summoned up my courage and went over to Marilyn and asked her to dance. It was a fast song and I did my best to dance well. Marilyn is a super cool dancer so I felt even more embarrassed dancing with her but I persisted. No woman as beautiful as her had I ever danced with in the past. When the dance was over I was ready to run away when a slow song came on and Marilyn asked me to dance. I couldn’t believe that she’d let me touch her which you have to do in a slow dance.”

“That’s how you remember it Marilyn?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“Yes, that’s how it went. It was plainly obvious to me how nervous I made Glen. I enjoyed the contrast to the egocentric rock star I had been dating. He took me for granted and acted like he was God’s gift to women. I never liked that aspect of him. Glen was so different that it piqued my curiosity to find out more about men like him. To tell you the truth I had never dated a guy like Glen before.”

“What happened next Glen?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“I was flummoxed trying to lead Marilyn in the slow dance. It had partly to do with how amazing it felt to hold this beautiful woman. I mean …” Glen hesitated.

“You mean what?”

“I mean her breasts were pressed up against me. It was incredible. Well anyway, after a little while I think Marilyn became annoyed at my wishy-washy attempt to lead her as we danced. The next thing I knew she said to me, “I’ll lead.” She switched our arms so that now her right hand was around my waist and my left arm was on her shoulder. I felt her exert pressure on me through her hands that guided me along. She whispered to me to concentrate in having my feet follow hers. She goes forward I go back and vice versa. I did what she said and it didn’t take long for us to dance comfortably. When the dance was over Marilyn said that I have a natural talent for dancing like girls do.”

“What do you think when Marilyn said that?” Dr. Morrow asked Glen.

“I was flattered.”

“You weren’t threatened by being compared to girls?”

“I was thinking that she meant that I was as skilled as girls. That seemed like a compliment to me.”

“What were you thinking Marilyn?”

“I found being in the lead to be exhilarating. Up to that point I had always followed men. For the first time I had a taste of the control that men get and I knew that I would never relinquish it. I began reassessing what I had taken for granted in choosing the men I go out with. The more I thought about it the more I saw that Glen was ideal for me. He had effortlessly slipped into a submissive role. It was clearly part of his DNA to be subservient to women. The idea that I could dominate this man so thoroughly actually caused a pleasure pulse in my clitoris. It was a wonderfully sexy idea to have Glen caught up in my dominance. Yes indeed, a fundamentally submissive man was perfect for me. Whether it was my beauty that made Glen submissive or an innate part of his personality it didn’t matter. Of course, over time I came to see that Glen’s core personality is submissive. My being beautiful amplifies what’s already within him.”

“Do you agree with Marilyn’s assessment of yourself?”

“When I started the slow dance with Marilyn I knew that she saw that I didn’t have the confidence to assert myself. Like I said I’ve always been afraid of women and I was definitely scared that Marilyn sensed my fear. Any second I expected her to get frustrated with me. Then, instead of telling me to do better she took charge. She said that I was to follow and not lead. That made me so happy. It was such a relief. I loved that she took charge. I wished that Marilyn would also take control of other parts of my life. I like obeying her since it makes me feel comfortable and I like making her happy so there’s less reason to fear her. Over time I realized that I most want to make women happy. Devote my life to making Marilyn happy.”

“Isn’t he priceless?” Marilyn said.

“What happened after the wedding?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“At the end of the evening Marilyn asked me for my phone number and said that she’d call me. I would have been way too shy to ask Marilyn for her phone number.”

“Once again Marilyn took on the man’s role,” Dr. Morrow said.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Glen said.

“What happened next?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“I should answer this,” Marilyn said. “I left that night excited about the possibilities of dating a man who I could dominate. None of the hassles of the alpha males to which I was accustomed. Those guys tell women what to do. Projecting ahead I saw in Glen a future husband who would do everything I wanted him to do without argument. Essentially he was a man who could be trained to be obedient. Glen had a subservient mind that was eager to be taught how to serve women.”

“Very interesting,” Dr. Morrow said.

“Over the next several dates I formulated a plan,” Marilyn said. “There were four important requirements that Glen needed to fulfill before I could consider marrying him.”

“This is fascinating,” Dr. Morrow said. “Go on.”

“First and foremost I needed Glen to supply a good stiff erection whenever I was horny and needed to relieve tension. Boners on demand. How long would his boners last? How big would they be? Could Glen control himself so that he only ejaculated when I gave him permission? These were the kinds of questions that ran through my mind.”

“It’s as if you expected Glen to be one of those life-sized love dolls they sell.” Dr. Morrow said.

“Yes. exactly,” Marilyn said, laughing. “So I had to find out whether this was possible or not with Glen. If this worked out then I could go to the other items on the agenda.”

“Obviously he has good boners,” Dr. Morrow said laughing.

“Yes. Let me tell you what happened. I called Glen up and asked him out. He was shy and stumbling on the phone. Of course he said yes and I picked him up that Saturday evening and took him to dinner. It was a very nice Italian restaurant where a tenor and soprano sang arias from operas.”

“Sounds great.”

“It was. We had so much fun. Glen was sweet and shy. I felt like I was going out with a demure young lady. When I took him home – after a little encouragement – he invited me in. We had some wine sitting on the sofa. I put my arm around Glen’s shoulder and moved in and kissed him. He was docile. I had the feeling I could do anything to him that I wanted and he wouldn’t protest – wouldn’t be capable of protesting.”

“Go on,” Dr. Morrow said.

“We must have kissed for a half hour and then I left. I wanted to go slow and careful so our relationship wouldn’t go off the rails. This gave me extra time to imagine what a future with Glen might look like. On our next date a week later I brought Glen a bouquet of red roses. He said, ‘My oh my, so pretty! I’ll put them in a vase.’ That was a big clue as to his temperament.”

“In what way?”

“If I take the male attitude he naturally responds in the female attitude. Very much like our slow dancing.”

“What do you think of this Glen? What were you thinking about when Marilyn gave you roses.”

“I was aware that Marilyn was taking a male posture toward me. That gave me an excuse to respond in kind as a female. I knew that was what she wanted from me. But I loved the excuse it gave me to be feminine.”

“Why is that?”

“I’m not exactly sure,” Glen said. “I never really thought much of being feminine before Marilyn, but she really brings out that side of myself. Perhaps it’s because she’s so dominant. I know inside that I have no choice except to be obedient and that seems to find a natural home in pretending I’m feminine.”

“Interesting. Quite interesting,” Dr. Morrow said. “Go on.”

“Once I saw that Glen’s natural response to my male aggression was to adopt female submission, I knew I could push the envelope of his behavior ever higher. We had a series of dates where we kissed more and more. Then we began heavy petting. Groping each other.”

“One second, Marilyn. I’m wondering why Glen is making faces,” Dr. Morrow said.

“I’m sorry. I was just thinking of the first time Marilyn allowed me to touch her body. Her beautiful breasts. Oh my God. I couldn’t believe such joy and happiness existed. You’ve never seen a woman’s body until you’ve seen Marilyn’s. Holy moly macaroni!”

“Okay, okay, Glen, I get the idea,” Dr. Morrow said. “Marilyn, you were saying?”

“We were moving closer and closer to intercourse so that I’d finally learn about the quality of Glen’s boners. At our next date I showed up with a fancy, wrapped box, with ribbon around it and gave it to Glen.”

“What was in it Glen?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“It was a very pretty pink peignoir plus panty set. Really sexy and I asked Marilyn what she would like me to do with it. She said ‘Put it on silly. It’s for you.’ I think that was the first moment I really saw that Marilyn was serious about taking on the full-time male role in our relationship. I had two choices. Either refuse to do what she asked and thus end our relationship or wholeheartedly accept what she wanted. Marilyn gave no indication that there was a middle ground. If I didn’t like what she wanted I could just end our relationship. Complaining about it was pointless. But I knew in my heart of hearts that I’d do whatever was necessary to stay with Marilyn. She’s so beautiful.”

“Glen put on the peignoir and panty. He was cute. He has a delicacy about him that the filmy pink, lacy, material accentuated. I remember wishing he had boobs. Even without them he reminded me of a young girl who was just a little slow in developing her chest. I was happy to see the large boner formed within Glen’s panties. I needed to explore and approve the quality of his penis and boner before we could move deeper into our relationship. Glen, tell Dr. Morrow what happened next.”

“While I was dressed in just the cute outfit she had given me,” Glen continued, “with the panties around my knees, Marilyn spent a lot of time checking out my boner to see if it satisfied her requirements. First she used her hand, then her mouth to investigate me. I assumed I had passed those tests because she kept saying ‘Very good’ under her breath. Then she took my panties off and had me lie on the bed and she had intercourse with me. She said I shouldn’t orgasm until she gave me permission. That was very difficult!”

Marilyn laughed. “I enjoyed his cock so much that I had about three orgasms before I remembered that he was desperately trying not to cum. The bottom line is that I determined that Glen has an excellent penis. One that could give me great pleasure in the years to come.”

“What was next on your agenda?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“Next I had to find out if I could successfully train Glen to do my bidding in the home. I enjoy a good meal and I needed Glen to demonstrate that he could prepare excellent cuisine. He should also be able to take charge and throw a successful dinner party. In other words, what kind of hostess could Glen be? Can he properly decorate the table? How well can he vacuum? Does he know how to clean up the kitchen? Does he know how to do laundry? Make beds? Sew? You get the idea. Before I were to commit myself to Glen I had to find out whether he could create the kind of domestic life I wanted.”

“My goodness you had a lot of ideas of what you wanted from Glen,” Dr. Morrow said.

“Yes I did.”

“You wanted him to be a maid, a cook, a seamstress.”

“Yes. All the roles that are too frequently pawned off on women I expected Glen to do. He would maintain a comfortable and efficient home for me. At any time of day or night I could snap my fingers and Glen would come and take care of my needs. That includes supplying a good stiff boner when I needed one.”

“How did that turn out?”

“Very well. If Glen has any talent at all it’s in putting into practice his subservience to me. He thrives on learning how to please me. It means that he’ll work overtime to learn how to do the things I ask of him. Even with his fulltime job, he comes home and makes dinner. On the weekends he cleans the whole house and does the laundry. I can relax while Glen slaves away. Watching him work sometimes makes me horny and I’ll take him up to the bedroom and have my way with him.”

“You seem to have the best of all worlds, Marilyn,” Dr. Morrow said.

“I do and that’s why I appreciate Glem so much,” Marilyn said.

“Do you have anything to add, Glen?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“Just that giving a good boner for Marilyn to enjoy is not a hardship for me. I love being intimate with her. Usually when she has her way with me I get opportunities to feel up her body and see her bra and panties. It’s nice. As far as being her maid and otherwise taking care of her needs, I get so much satisfaction from her praising me that I enjoy the opportunity to serve her. I love her and want her to always be comfortable.”

“Once again that’s so interesting. All right. What was the next thing you were looking for in Glen?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“I needed Glen to be obsessed by his obedience to me. Being submissive is a good start, but obedience means immediate unthinking compliance. I had to convince myself that Glen would do whatever I told him to do immediately. No thought, no weighing his feelings. Just act. For most people that would be quite a tall order. But for Glen I discovered that he hungers to be controlled. His need to be dominated by women is part of his DNA. He derives pleasure from obedience. With just a few weeks of training and practice I had Glen where I needed him. As you’ve seen today, in a sense Glen is an obedient slave. Of course he’s not shackled to me in a physical sense. He’s always free to go, free to divorce me. But the glue that keeps him as my slave is the pleasure he gets from my having taken control of his mind and body.”

“Is this true Glen?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“Yes. I know I can divorce Marilyn whenever I want. I know I don’t have to obey her. But I enjoy it when she does all the thinking for me so that all I have to do is obey her. Of course, being married to her means more than anything to me.”

“Why is that so?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“I love her. I would do anything at all that she requires in order to be with her.”

“You’ve made great demands on Glen,” Dr. Morrow said to Marilyn. “They’re essentially an ultimatum aren’t they?”

“It is an ultimatum. From my point of view, having a completely obedient husband is the reason to marry someone like Glen. If my husband weren’t obedient then I’d expect that he has some other attribute making it worthwhile for me. I’m pretty sure that Glen doesn’t have any other attribute other than the fact that he is obedient, and the fact that he has a great boner and makes a great maid.”

“I must admit that I’ve never met a couple like you two before. So go on. There’s one more attribute that you expected from Glen.”

“The final area that needed to be satisfied has to do with Glen’s appearance. We already mentioned that I determine Glen’s outfits for the day. I had to find out if Glen would object to this or not. One day I laid out a complete woman’s outfit for him including ladies underwear and a pretty dress. For this I used a DD cup bra and left silicone breast forms on the bed. After dinner I told Glen to put on the outfit and join me downstairs in the living room.”

“How did that go?”

“When Glen entered the living room he was incredibly darling. What a sexy woman I thought. He looked so demure in the dress and boy was he shy. He was blushing crimson. I patted the seat next to me and he gracefully sat down. I asked him if he had had any trouble getting dressed. No he told me. I asked him about his bra. Did that pose any problem for him? His answer was so cute. He said that after a bit of a struggle he figured out how to put it on.”

“Glen, since then have you become acclimated to the intricacies of ladies underwear?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“Yes, I have. I know how to put a bra on the same way that Marilyn does. I also can wear pantyhose without it being twisted around. Same with stockings and attaching them to the garters of my girdles.”

“Very good. So Marilyn what were you saying?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“This all ties in to why we’re here today. When I first met Glen I thought he should dress in fine men’s clothing when we’re out and about together. At home, however, I made it quite clear that I’d be dressing him to bring out his cute feminine side.”

“I’ve never had any objection to that,” Glen said. “I do like being pretty for Marilyn at home. Often she dresses me like a pretty princess.”

“He’s particularly fetching in pinks, powder blues, floral prints, lace, ribbons, and bows – you get the idea. Less and less I’m inclined to dress Glen as an adult woman. I fancy him very much a young girl. He lacks the inner strength of an adult. He needs my guidance and it’s best applied to him when he’s a pretty preteen. The bottom line is that Glen is whatever I want him to be on any given day. Man, woman, girl, preteen, even baby if I ever get around to it. Hell, I could even put a dog collar on him and have him spend the day as a dog – though I’m not a dog person and probably wouldn’t want to do that.”

“Absolute power corrupts absolutely.” Dr. Morrow said.

“I have to agree with you,” Marilyn said. “It’s quite an interesting dynamic to have a husband like Glen where I have carte blanche to run his life anyway I want to.”

“I’m sure I don’t have to ask if Glen is happy with this arrangement,” Dr. Morrow said.

“I love being pretty for Marilyn if that is how she wants me to be. Serving her dinner, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, everything that makes her life easier and more comfortable I want to do. I like being feminine around the house. I have been happiest when Marilyn lays out my prettiest clothes - but that is when I know I’m not going anywhere. In that case I love being a pretty girl for her. She likes me to cuddle next to her. When she holds me I feel a special ecstasy. When she takes me up to the bedroom and has me lift my skirts up and she pulls off my panties …”

“I get the point,” Dr. Morrow said. “The bottom line is that Glen satisfied each of Marilyn’s conditions and so the two of you got married.”

“Yes. I’m convinced that Glen is the perfect man for me. I can fully control him. He does whatever I tell him to do. He obeys completely without hesitation. He’s pretty when I want him to be. He does a marvelous job taking care of the house.”

“Good, good, good,” Dr. Morrow said. “So let’s explore your marital problem. Marilyn, you’ve decided to change the unwritten rule that Glen doesn’t dress in ladies clothes outside the house.”

“Glen’s focus needs to always be on me and what I want. Not making him wear dresses outside our home was my kowtowing to his potential embarrassment on being seen by strangers. But his attention should be focused only on me and not random people he encounters. What the world thinks is irrelevant to my control of Glen.”

“You accept that way of thinking?” Dr. Morrow asked Glen.

“My only desire is for Marilyn to do what she wants to do with me. But even though I feel that way I’m still scared how people might regard me. They might laugh at me or tease me!”

“Marilyn, you seem almost gleeful about Glen’s worries,” Dr. Morrow said.

“I am gleeful,” Marilyn said. “It’s one thing to have absolute power over Glen while we’re at home. Now I’m going to take control of him everywhere. With family, friends, and strangers. Everyone is going to know that I own every molecule of Glen.”

“That seems a bit sadistic,” Dr. Morrow said.

“Perhaps it is,” Marilyn said, “but I’m pretty sure that Glen is glad that I’m taking over full control of every remaining aspect of his life. Aren’t you Glen?”

“Yes,” Glen said.

“You see, Dr. Morrow,” Marilyn said. “I know it seems like his fear of wearing a dress in public contradicts his desire for my control - but they’re unrelated feelings.”

“Okay, Marilyn, you’ve made your point. Regardless of the power dynamics, the issue here is making Glen feel comfortable wearing a dress in front of other people.”

“What can we do about it?” Glen asked, his voice wavering.

“Fortunately, there is something you can do,” Dr. Morrow said. “It will require a bit of work on your part, but there’s every reason to believe that it will cure your anxiety.”

“That’s great news,” Marilyn said.

“What we have to do in order to desensitize Glen to the opinions of other people when they see him in a dress, is to reorient how he sees himself. That’s the key. Glen expects to be embarrassed because he sees himself as a man wearing dresses, wearing the clothes of a young girl. However, if Glen can see himself as merely being a young girl, then there’s no embarrassment at all in wearing the clothes of a young girl.”

“So Glen has to learn to think of himself as being a young girl whenever he’s wearing dresses?” Marilyn said.

“Precisely. Of course if you make him wear women’s clothing then he should see himself as a woman. Whatever kind of clothing you put him in, that’s how he has to see himself. If he can do that then he won’t be anxious meeting other people.”

“A brilliant idea, Dr. Morrow,” Marilyn said.

“I suggest we start small,” Dr. Morrow said. “Next week bring Glen here in his dress. We’ll work on his self-image so that he sees himself as a young girl visiting a therapist with her mom. If he adapts to that visit, then we can plan a more public display and see how that goes. What do you think, Glen?”

“I guess that’s a good idea,” Glen said. He imagined himself wearing a pretty dress in Dr. Morrow’s office. His first instinct was to feel embarrassed. But he had to trust that she knew what she was talking about. “You’re sure that I can be Glen again after I pretend I’m a preteen girl?”

Dr. Morrow laughed. “Are you asking if you can get locked into pretending that you’re a preteen girl? Hardly, Glen. All the time people pretend they’re one person or another and it’s only temporary.”

“Oh, I see,” Glen said. “Like at Halloween someone can pretend they’re a ghost and they don’t end up being a ghost.”

“Yes, that’s what I mean,” Dr. Morrow said.

“It’s a fabulous plan,” Marilyn said. “I love it. We’ll be here next week with Glen dressed in a lovely outfit.”

***

A week later after Glen was done with his morning chores he went to the bedroom where Marilyn had laid out the outfit he was to wear to Dr. Morrow’s office that afternoon. She had chosen pantyhose and his yellow bra and panty set. The bra was B cup. They matched the yellow dress lying on the bed. The yellow dress was on the juvenile side. It was made of a stiff filmy diaphanous material in several layers so that one couldn’t clearly see through to his bra and panty. It had an especially fancy bodice with flower decorations and a relatively short skirt that angled outwards from his waist. The white crinoline that he was to wear with the dress was laid out with the other clothes. Shoes in front of the bed were shiny yellow low heels.

Glen knew how to do his own makeup after Marilyn’s tutelage. His hair was down to his shoulders and he knew how to put it into a womanly style for when he was wearing dresses. After getting dressed, Glen looked in the mirror and decided he was gazing upon a preteen girl who might be going to a fancy birthday party for her BFF. Or perhaps she’s the birthday girl herself. Presumably, Marilyn was aiming to accentuate Glen’s femininity in front of Dr. Morrow. He’d be forced into coping with some strong feelings.

Marilyn opened the front door and she and Glen stepped outside in his yellow dress. The first time he had left the house dressed like a girl. He shyly looked up and down the street. Some neighbors were out and about but he was far enough away that he figured they wouldn’t know he was Glen. Marilyn locked the door. She was wearing slacks and a blouse. Together they looked like a mom and her daughter. She took Glen’s hand and led him to the passenger side of the car and held the door for him as he settled into the seat. It was all so strange to Glen. Sitting in a car with his dress puffed up around him. Looking out at the world as a girl.

Marilyn drove them to the garage in Dr. Morrow’s building. She went around the car and opened the door for Glen and led him to the elevator and up to Dr. Morrow’s office. They sat in the waiting room for a few minutes until the patient ahead of them left. Dr. Morrow came out and ushered them into her office. Glen could see that Dr. Morrow’s eyes showed amazement. He daintily sat down on the seat next to Marilyn.

“Here’s my darling Glen in one of his pretty dresses,” Marilyn said.

“My oh my,” Dr. Morrow said. “Glen is much prettier than I imagined he would be in a dress. Glen, you make an adorable preteen girl.” In truth, he wasn’t terribly far off from being a somewhat tall, reasonably nice-looking girl. His long hair and the shape of his face were conducive to creating the kind of feminine look that Marilyn wanted in her husband.

“Thank you, Dr. Morrow,” Glen said.

Dr. Morrow laughed slightly and said, “That’s such a darling dress. It definitely makes a statement as to how feminine Glen is.”

“That’s what I’m going for,” Marilyn said. “It’s nice to have such a pretty feminine presence accompanying me. As we drove here I sneaked glances at Glen sitting next to me. He could be my daughter going to a party with other girls.”

“How do you feel about that Glen?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“I know I look like a preteen girl.”

“Does it embarrass you for me to see you like this?”

“Yeah. You’re a grown woman and I’m a man pretending to be a preteen girl.”

“That’s the starting point,” Dr. Morrow said. “Now the goal is to turn your mind away from seeing the Glen part of you and instead see yourself as just a pretty preteen girl in her yellow dress.”

“I’ll try to do that,” Glen said.

“You have to do more than try,” Marilyn said.

“Let’s give Glen a chance to ease into this new way of thinking about himself,” Dr. Morrow said. “Glen, be that young girl. Make her you. Be her. Totally. Believe it in your heart.”

“Okay, Dr. Morrow.”

“I assure you, Glen, that preteen girls will be thrilled to be wearing such a pretty and feminine dress. That’s the mental attitude you need to have.”

“I understand,” Glen said.

“Concentrate on being a preteen girl. No matter what don’t let go of the belief that that is you. With all that you and Marilyn have revealed to me about yourselves it’s fair to say that you’re definitely not a man. Your temperament is that of a sweet, passive, sensual female. Either a preteen, teenage girl or maybe a woman depending on the circumstances and the dress that Marilyn lays out for you.”

Glen closed his eyes and thought deeply about being a preteen girl wearing a yellow dress.

“It’s a matter of mind control – at least initially,” Dr. Morrow said. “Corral your thoughts into believing you’re a girl. Every time a doubt appears toss it out and don’t give it a second thought.”

“It just occurred to me,” Glen said, “that no matter how strongly I’m convinced that I’m a young girl, still other people will see me as Glen wearing a dress. Isn’t that true?”

“Yes, but that’s nothing for you to be concerned about,” Dr. Morrow said. “The point is that you’ve insulated your own ego from whatever other people are feeling about you.”

“If you say so,” Glen said.

“Let’s try this out,” Dr. Morrow said. “Let’s improvise a scene in which you’re a young girl. You’re certainly dressed the part right now. Imagine that I’m a friend of yours, say Bob. You’re visiting me the way you’re dressed now.”

“Abe is my friend. Can you be Abe?” Glen asked.

“Sure, I’m Abe,” Dr. Morrow said. “We’ll have an interaction in which you see yourself as a girl, and only a girl.”

Glen scrunched up his face and closed his eyes. He told himself that he was a twelve-year-old girl who’s visiting Abe. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Don’t be afraid to use your imagination. Here goes. Glen?” Dr. Morrow said.

“Hi, Abe.”

“What am I looking at?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re wearing a dress.”

Glen thought of what a girl would say if a guy told her she was wearing a dress. “I know. I was going to wear jeans but then I thought it was a special occasion and I should get dressed up. It may be a bit silly, but I love yellow so I thought I’d wear a yellow dress. Do you like it, Abe?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“It’s one of my prettiest dresses. See the pretty flowers.”

“Right.”

“The short, cute skirts beg for a crinoline. It gives me a wonderful pouf. Isn’t it such a nice feminine look?”

“Yes, Glen. I mean …”

“You mean?”

“Glen, can I be honest with you?”

“Sure, Abe.”

“It looks like you’ve got … a chest. You know.”

“Breasts, you mean?”

“You never used to have them.”

“You’re a little nosy but I don’t mind revealing my secrets. I’m wearing a padded bra that gives me a B cup.”

“All of a sudden you’re wearing bras?”

“My mom said I could get my first bra. Then when she allowed me to get a padded bra I was super happy because it gives me a nice figure!”

“Your mother, your actual mother bought you a bra?”

Glen laughed. “What’s so surprising about that? Oh, I get it, it’s a girl thing that you don’t know much about. Mom’s and daughters often go bra shopping together. When I’m sure that I can buy a comfortable bra without my mom’s help then I’ll go by myself.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Dr. Morrow said. “That was fabulous Glen. You’ve got a real talent there. A vivid imagination. How did you feel during that?”

“I felt like I was getting more and more into seeing myself as a young girl,” Glen said. “Like you said I kept forcing my mind to ignore self-conscious thoughts that were trying to tell me that I’m Glen acting like a girl.”

“So you should be ready to make a real test,” Marilyn said. “We’re supposed to go to dinner at my friends Greta and Amy’s next weekend. I’ll have Glen show up in a dress and see what happens.”

“It’s good to start with your women friends,” Dr. Morrow said.

“Next time we see you we’ll tell you how Glen does.”

***

Glen first met Greta and Amy at his marriage to Marilyn. Since then he’s seen them a number of times when Marilyn has planned excursions. For the dinner party, Marilyn selected the same yellow dress and accessories Glen had worn to see Dr. Morrow.

“You really prefer me being a preteen girl,” Glen said while they were getting ready for the evening.

“Yes, I do, Glen.”

“It seems like more and more …”

“I know. We’ve discussed that. You’re not a woman, Glen. You don’t have the strength to be a woman. Putting you in womanly dresses with your big boobs was an experiment and I can’t say that it worked out. While your body is saying woman to me, your mind is not. When you’re dressed as a preteen girl, then I think your mind and body are in sync.”

“I was just curious. I’m happy to wear the pretty yellow dress and follow Dr. Morrow’s plan. I’m going to do my very best to feel and believe that I’m a preteen girl.”

“I have every confidence in you, Glen.”

***

When Glen walked into Greta and Amy’s shared house, Greta exclaimed, “Oh my God, Marilyn! What’s with Glen?”

“Are you behind this?” Amy asked.

“Yes, of course. Lately I’ve been concentrating on displaying Glen as a young preteen girl. I love his gentle prettiness.”

“Come Glen, turn around so we can see you from every side,” Greta said.

As Glen gingerly turned around, the women watched his stocking clad legs swivel around with his yellow heels and his skirts rising up and out.

“I love it!” Amy said. “A cute pouf to the dress. Let’s see your crinoline, Glen. Hold up your skirts so we can see.”

Glen lifted his skirt from either side. “What a frothy fun outfit!” Amy said.

“You’re so pretty Glen,” Greta said. “Marilyn, you’ve made Glen into an absolute doll.”

“That’s the look I’m aiming for,” Marilyn said.

“Glen, do you like your pretty dress?” Amy asked.

“Yes, I do,” Glen said.

“What do you like about it?” Amy asked.

Glen looked down at himself. “I like the bows and there’s some lace flowers. The color is pretty and I like how there’s three layers of the material. The layers slide over each other as I walk which I like. Most of all I love having my skirts flaring outwards from my waist. It’s a girl thing that I really love.”

“I guess it goes without saying, Marilyn, that if one’s husband is going to wear dresses,” Amy said, “it’s best if they like the dresses they wear.”

“There’s truth to that!” Marilyn said. “Glen, tell them about your other pretty dresses,”

“My prettiest dress is pink, but I have some other pretty pink ones too. I like a really nice blue skirt that Marilyn bought for me. There’s a nice pale blue blouse that matches it. But gosh, I’ve got some other nice dresses and skirts, too.”

“Every day I let Glen know what outfit I want him to wear,” Marilyn said.

“And he wears what you suggest for him?” Amy asked.

Marilyn laughed. “Glen knows they’re not a suggestion. He has no choice except to wear what I tell him. Our marriage is built on his obedience.”

“I can certainly see that,” Greta said.

“It looks like Glen is starting to develop,” Amy said.

“Develop?” Glen asked, and then said, “Oh, yeah. Marilyn buys me bras too. I’m wearing a B cup bra now. It’s padded!”

“Is it now? We can see that it is. You’ve got a nice start on a figure.”

“Thank you,” Glen said.

“Do you like having a figure?” Amy asked.

Glen hadn’t thought much about that and he said, “I guess if I’m wearing a dress then it’s nice that I have a figure. Isn’t it? I mean doesn’t it make me look better?”

“Yes and it also makes you look like a slightly older girl,” Amy said.

“I toyed with Glen wearing AA cup bras,” Marilyn said, “but having him flat chested wasn’t quite right. I like him on the cusp of growing into being a teenage girl.”

“Sometimes you had me be a woman,” Glen said.

“Glen’s right. I got him a few womanly dresses and tried that out. I had him wearing DD bras and padded girdles. It’s a good look for him also, but I think Glen’s temperament is much more naturally a preteen girl. His submissiveness fits in much more closely with a shy and gentle girl who’s not capable of standing up to a mature woman.”

“So Glen, if you’re not wearing a girdle, what are you wearing underneath your dress?” Amy asked.

“I’m wearing panties that match my bra and I’m wearing pantyhose. Marilyn bought me a garter belt and stockings but she didn’t set that out for me today to wear.”

“I had a favorite garter belt when I was a preteen,” Greta said. “I loved wearing that. It made me feel so grown up.”

“Why was it your favorite?” Glen asked.

“It had princesses on it I remember,” Greta said. “It made me feel like a princess.”

“My garter belt has cupids on it!” Glen said.

“How neat,” Greta said. “If you’re like me you’ll always treasure that garter belt.”

“I have Glen wear his garter belt and stockings when I’m feeling randy,” Marilyn said. “Then it’s a simple matter to lay him down and get my rocks off on him.”

“How crass!” Amy said, laughing.

“You should try it one day. There’s nothing sexier than a man dressed in fluff that you can have your way with. Looking down on him he’s lovely and helpless, his panties at his knees, his boner bursting out of him in anticipation of being dominated and used.”

“I can see what you’re saying,” Amy said. “Maybe I’ll look for a man like Glen. This could start a whole new trend. Imagine if men were sought after based on how submissive they are instead of how macho they are.”

“Over time men would evolve into men like Glen.”

“What I really like about Glen is that he doesn’t give the vibe of a man pretending to be a preteen girl,” Greta said. “If one didn’t know better they’d thing he really was a girl.”

“I’m pleased you feel that way,” Marilyn said. “This is precisely what we wanted to happen.”

“Well his ruse is effective,” Greta said.

“In fact, let’s see if you can knock Glen out of character,” Marilyn said. “Try anything.”

“You mean create a situation where it’s hard for him to pretend he’s a preteen girl?” Greta asked.

“Yes,” Marilyn said.

“I have an idea,” Amy said. “Glen, up the stairs on the right is the guest bedroom. In it you’ll find some toys. There’s a Barbie doll and a case with her clothes. Bring them down here.”

“That’s a good one,” Marilyn said. “Glen playing with a Barbie. I love it.”

Glen went upstairs, found the Barbie and her clothes, and brought them downstairs.

“Come sit at my feet on the rug,” Marilyn said.

Glen sat down spreading his dress out carefully around himself and set about checking out the Barbie while the three women watched him. It was a relief to have this opportunity to get lost in his own little Barbie world. He didn’t have to speak to the adults. He could just make up a fantasy of how he and Barbie were friends.

Glen looked through the many Barbie dresses deciding which one he should use on the doll. He found a yellow dress that was very much like the one he was wearing and spread it out on the rug. He added to it a white crinoline, panties, bra, tights, and yellow heels.

Marilyn looked down and saw what Glen was up to and laughed.

“What’s funny?” Amy asked.

“Glen has laid out the clothes for the Barbie that are the same as the clothes I laid out for him. I guess that means that Glen is my Barbie doll.” The women watched as Glen, seemingly oblivious to them, put the panties and bra on Barbie. Then her tights, her dress, the crinoline, and finally her shoes. He held the doll and straightened out the dress.

“She’s pretty,” Greta said to Glen.

He was lost in his thoughts but suddenly focused on Greta’s remark.

“Thank you,” Glen said. “She’s dressed like I am.”

“I noticed,” Greta said.

“I’m Barbie’s mommy,” Glen said. “I decide what dress she should wear each day.”

“What is Barbie going to do now that she’s all dressed up?” Amy asked.

“She’s going with her mommy to visit mommy’s friends!” Glen said.

“What does she do when she gets there?”

“She plays with another Barbie doll.”

“You like playing with Barbies?”

“Oh, yes. They’re fun.”

“Why are they fun?”

Glen thought for a moment and said, “Because I can make Barbie wear whatever I want her to wear. I can make her wear pretty clothes.”

“Are you making up a story as you play with Barbie?” Greta asked.

“Yeah. My story is about Barbie visiting with her mommy.”

“Glen can play by himself for hours, making up stories,” Marilyn said.

“If you don’t mind, Marilyn, I could get a playmate for Glen,” Greta said. “The neighbor’s daughter, Julie, is crazy about Barbie’s. I’m sure she would love to drop by for an hour and play with Glen. Shall I call?”

“Glen,” Marilyn said. “Would you like to play Barbie’s with another girl?”

Glen looked at Marilyn and Greta. Playing Barbies with a preteen girl would take every bit of his effort to block out seeing himself as Glen playing with a young girl. “Won’t she … umm … be put off by my being … a … you know …” Glen was trying to stay in the character of a preteen while pointing out that Julie might not like the idea of playing Barbies with a grown man – even if he was wearing a girl’s dress.

“What are you struggling to say, Glen?” Marilyn asked. “That Julie will be uncomfortable playing with a girl who looks like you?”

Glen nodded his agreement.

Greta and Amy laughed. “Quite the contrary,” Greta said. “Julie is quite a precocious girl and she’ll care far more about the fact that Glen loves Barbies than she’ll even notice that he’s a man. I’ve seen Julie’s dad play Barbies with her, though of course he’s not wearing a dress!”

Glen had no choice except to accept Greta’s opinion that he wouldn’t creep out Julie. “I would love to play Barbies with Julie.”

“Good.” Greta got up and made the call. “Julie will be here in a few minutes. She loves hanging out here. We have the greatest ice cream selection.”

A few minutes later the doorbell rang and Greta answered it. A moment later Greta entered the living room with Julie. She was about twelve years old, wearing jeans and a pink tee shirt and holding a Barbie doll.

“Marilyn, this is Julie,” Greta said. “Glen is her …” She was going to say daughter instead of husband. Then didn’t know what to say.

“Julie this is Glen, Glen this is Julie,” Marilyn said. Glen did his best to smile at Julie. She gushed, “Oh my God I love your dress and your shoes!”

“Thank you,” Glen said.

Julie sat down next to Glen. “You’re wearing pantyhose! You’re so lucky that your mom lets you wear pantyhose!”

“I guess so,” Glen said.

“You’re also wearing a bra. I haven’t got there yet!”

“I put a bra on Barbie,” Glen said.

“You’ve got to. Barbie needs a bra! Though I suppose if she wanted to go into the hot tub with Ken she wouldn’t be wearing a bra.”

“What would she wear?” Glen asked.

“She’d be naked, silly,” Julie said and laughed.

“I thought you were going to say she would be wearing a bathing suit,” Glen said. He looked through the clothes and said, “There’s a one-piece and there’s a few bikinis.”

Julie laughed. “I just noticed that you dressed your Barbie in the same dress you’re wearing!”

“Yeah, I thought it would be fun,” Glen said.

“Trade you Barbie’s?” Julie asked.

Glen gave his Barbie to Julie and she gave hers to him.

“I’m sorry that my Barbie isn’t as fancy dressed as yours!” Julie said. Her doll was wearing sparkly gold pants and a white blouse.

“It’s okay,” Glen said.

“My Barbie forgot to put on her bra,” Julie said.

Glen laughed. “Shame on Barbie! I can fix that,” Glen said. He fished through the collection of doll clothes and took out three different bras to show Julie. “What color bra would you like Barbie to wear?”

“My Barbie likes white bras!” Julie said.

Glen took off the Barbie blouse and put the white bra on and put her blouse back on. “What color panties is Barbie wearing?” Glen asked Julie.

“Red, but no one will know her panties and bra don’t match!”

“I won’t tell!” Glen said.

“Me neither!” Julie said and the two of them laughed.

“You two girls are having quite a great time,” Greta said.

“Barbie’s always know how to have fun,” Julie said.

“That’s right,” Glen said.

After an hour of playing together while Marilyn and her friends chatted, Greta took Glen and Julie into the kitchen and scooped ice cream into a couple of bowls for them to have. They sat at the dining room table eating and Greta returned to the living room.

“Glen is unbelievable,” Amy said.

“He has the capacity to zone into being a preteen girl and nothing can shake him from that,” Marilyn said.

“Julie’s dad is coming to pick her up soon. To be honest, I tipped off Julie and him as to Glen’s need to act the part of a preteen girl. It’ll be fascinating to see how Glen handles her dad.”

“That’s perfect!” Marilyn said. “Exactly the kind of stressors we need to test Glen.”

Shortly after Glen and Julie returned from the kitchen, her father arrived.

“Dad, I had so much fun playing Barbies with Glen! See how she dressed her Barbie the same as she’s dressed!”

“I can see that,” Julie’s dad said. He was an imposing man with short grayish hair and a craggy face. He stared directly at Glen, taking in his dress and shoes.

It took all of Glen’s resolve to hold his gaze on the man. He desperately wanted to look down at the ground as if hiding. Instead he said, “I loved playing Barbies with Julie.”

Julie’s dad smiled and said, “Then hopefully you two girls can play again together.”

“Good,” Julie said. “I’ll invite Annie and Lara to join us. They’re really big Barbie fans. They have many Barbie dresses!”

“That’s great,” Glen said. To Marilyn he said, “Do you think I can play with Julie and her friends? Would you let me?”

“I don’t see why not, as long as it’s okay with Julie and her dad,” Marilyn said.

“Good, then it’s settled,” Julie’s dad said. He took Marilyn’s phone number. “We’ll compare schedules and see when we can get the girls together.”

After Julie and her dad left, Marilyn said to Glen, “What do you want to say to Greta and Amy?”

“Thank you for arranging for me to meet Julie. She’s a lot of fun to play with and now I can meet her friends, too!”

“I’m so glad we could be helpful,” Greta said.

“You should take the Barbie and her clothes,” Amy said, “so you can have your own Barbie when you play with the girls.”

“Can I, Marilyn?” Glen asked.

“Sure. I know you’ll take good care of her,” Marilyn said.

***

When they got home Glen sat next to Marilyn on the sofa and she held him close to her. “I was so proud of you tonight, Glen. You really handled yourself beautifully as a pretty preteen girl. The proof is in how much Julie had fun playing with you.”

“I had a really good time. I loved playing with her. I had no trouble seeing myself as a preteen girl once she and I got to talking about our Barbies. To tell you the truth I still feel a bit like I’m a preteen girl.”

“I can understand that, Glen,” Marilyn said. “After a good night’s sleep I’m sure you’ll be fully yourself again.”

Glen snuggled in tighter to Marilyn. She often let him play with her breasts and this evening was no exception. He turned himself so he could nuzzle his face against her chest. After awhile Marilyn said, “Okay, I can’t stand it any longer. Up to the bedroom and give me a nice boner. I’m so bloody horny now!"

***

At Dr. Morrow’s office Glen and Marilyn gave her the blow-by-blow of the evening at Greta and Amy’s.

“I felt like a preteen girl. I did have to concentrate hard when I first met Julie and when her dad came over. Apart from that I enjoyed letting myself just be a preteen girl without worrying about anything. It was kind of exhilarating, but ...!”

“But what, Glen?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“I don’t know if this is normal, but when I was really absorbed with playing Barbie’s with Julie, I heard a little inner voice telling me that I want to always be this preteen girl. That I might even not want to or be able to go back to being Glen.”

“Besides that, after Glen came home he told me that he was still feeling tinges of being a preteen girl,” Marilyn said.

“Glen mentioned this concern last time you were here,” Dr. Morrow said. “You may remember I told you that it’s not really feasible. People can’t trick their minds into making them different people. You did return to being Glen, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I guess after Marilyn was talking to me for a while.”

“I think there’s no reason to worry about this. I haven’t encountered a literature about people who get so entwined in a role that they can’t get out of it. For example, an actor playing Hamlet who can’t stop being Hamlet when the play is over. So let’s not worry about this.”

“Okay, Dr. Morrow,” Glen said.

“This shows that Glen has a deep-seated desire to be a girl – and when he dresses up as a pretty girl it allows him to tap into those entrenched feelings.” Dr. Morrow thought a few seconds and added, “The fact that Glen can so perfectly commune with an actual preteen girl does suggest that Glen’s emotional development as a person isn’t much older than that.”

“What do you mean, Dr. Morrow?” Marilyn asked.

“What I said. Glen here in many ways has the actual temperament of a preteen girl – despite his ability to function as a wage-earning man in our society. It certainly explains his intense desire for you to control him and dominate him. That’s the yearning any small child has when they seek comfort from their mommy.”

Marilyn laughed. “This is so neat. I am like a mommy to Glen. He’s in many ways my baby that I completely control.”

“The bottom line here is that it’s nice that Glen has made such great progress in overcoming the potential for his embarrassment if seen in a dress.”

“I agree,” Marilyn said.

“What are you planning next with Glen?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“We’ve set up a play date with Glen, Julie and two of her friends, Annie and Lara that are Barbie lovers. The four girls will play Barbies together.”

“How sweet,” Dr. Morrow said. “Are you looking forward to that, Glen?”

“Oh, yes,” Glen said, putting out of his mind his concern that he might not be able to return to being Glen after the Barbie party.

***

The day before Glen’s play date, Julie called. “I’ve spoken with Annie and Lara and we all agree that each of us should wear our prettiest dress to our Barbie party. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure. That’s neat. I love wearing dresses and I know which one is my prettiest.”

“Great. We’re going to have so much fun!”

“You told them that I’m … you know,” Glen faltered.

“That you’re a girl who loves Barbies and pretty dresses?” Julie asked laughing.

“Yeah.”

“They’re anxious to meet you. You should know by now that Barbie lovers come in every possible age and type of person. We are all loyal and forgiving of each other.”

“That’s so wonderful to hear,” Glen said.

“Don’t fret, Glen. Annie and Lara are going to love playing with you as much as I do.”

“Thank you.”

After he hung up Glen went to Marilyn. “That was Julie planning for our Barbie party. She and her friends are going to wear their prettiest dresses. Can I wear my prettiest dress? You know, the pink one?”

“Sure, Glen. It’s lovely of you to join in with them.”

***

Glen was excited the day of the Barbie party. Besides liking Julie and her fun sense of humor, he was looking forward to meeting her two best friends. As promised Marilyn laid out his pink dress for the occasion. A pink crinoline went with it, as well as Glen’s garter belt, stockings, pink panties and bra, and pink high heels. When he was dressed, Marilyn came in to inspect. She tied two pink ribbons in Glen’s hair.

“So pretty, Glen. I should get your ears pierced. Would you like that?”

“You mean I could wear earrings then?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Sure, I’d love that.”

“We have a little time, let me put some nail polish on you. I’ve got the perfect shade of pink.”

“You’ve never given me nail polish before!”

“It’s a special occasion, isn’t it? I want you to be at your prettiest with the other girls.”

“Thank you, Marilyn,” Glen said.

“I can’t tell you how much it pleases me that you make some new friends with the same interests as you. If you have fun with them this afternoon, then I’ll plan to take you girls to the zoo.”

“That would be great!”

***

Marilyn dropped Glen off at Julie’s house. Her mother was home and greeted Glen. “You’re the famous Glen that Julie’s been talking about!”

“She has?”

“Yes. She’s always happy to meet a girl who’s just as excited about Barbies as she is.”

“Cool,” Glen said.

Julie joined her mom and Glen. “My goodness, Glen. I love that dress. What a wonderful shade of pink! Puffy shoulders and such pretty lace.”

“It is a stunning dress,” Julie’s mom said.

“Thank you. I love your dress too,” Glen said. Julie was wearing a white dress with large skirts that had some light pink, blue, and green flowers on it.

“We both have crinolines!” Julie said. “See how Glen’s pink crinoline matches her dress!”

“I see that,” Julie’s mom said. “Glen, did your mom buy your outfit?”

“Yes, Marilyn did.” Glen couldn’t see how he could refer to Marilyn as his wife if he were fully committed to being a preteen girl.

“Glen’s wearing a bra already,” Julie said.

“Here we go again!” Julie’s mom said. “Glen obviously needs one. You too will soon need a bra and we’ll buy you one when that time comes.”

“But I’d like to be wearing a bra now. I could at least get a trainer bra, can’t I?”

“Glen, did you give your mom a hard time about your first bra?” Julie’s mom asked.

“I’m happy to say that she just bought it. I never asked her for one.”

“Well maybe I should cave in and get Julie her first bra. The next time I’m shopping if I happen to see a pretty trainer bra that you’d like I might very well buy it. That should keep you quiet!”

“Yay,” Julie said. “Glen also wears pantyhose! And high heels!”

“Today I’m wearing my garter belt and stockings,” Glen said.

“Ooh, can I see?” Julie asked.

“Julie, don’t embarrass Glen!”

“It’s no embarrassment for me,” Glen said. He lifted up his skirt and crinolines from either side and exposed his garter belt holding up his stockings.

“I love it. Mom, I’ve got to get pantyhose at least!”

“Don’t start up on pantyhose, Julie. You’ve got many nice pairs of tights, like the white ones you’re wearing now.”

“Oh, Mom! With pantyhose then I could also get heels like Glen has.”

The doorbell rang and Annie and Lara had arrived. Annie and Lara were wearing party dresses just like Glen and Julie. Annie’s was peach colored and Lara’s was a wine color. They greeted Julie’s mom and then turned their attention to Glen.

“Annie and Lara this is Glen!” Julie said.

“Glen wins the pretty dress contest!” Annie said, laughing, and the others joined in.

“I love your dress, too, and also Lara’s!” Glen said.

“This is such a great idea,” Lara said. “Having a Barbie party where we’re all dressed up as nice as Barbie!”

“I’ve got everything set up in my bedroom.” Julie said. “All my Barbies and her clothes. I’ve also got a Ken and Skipper.”

Annie, Lara, and Glen followed Julie up the stairs to her room. They sat down forming a square with their dresses and crinolines carefully fluffed up around them. As they settled in to playing, the girls each had their Barbies and Barbie clothes next to them.

Julie’s mom poked her head in the room, “Can I get you girls anything?” she asked.

“No, Mom, I think we’re okay for now!” Julie said.

“When you’re ready for hot chocolate and cookies, come down.” Julie’s mom said before leaving.

“Thanks, Mom, we will.”

“You do have such a pretty dress,” Lara said to Glen. “Are you wearing pantyhose?”

“I thought the same thing,” Julie said. “Glen’s wearing a garter belt and stockings. She showed me before.”

“Neato. Can we see too?”

“Sure,” Glen said. He lifted up the skirt of his dress and crinolines revealing his garters and stockings.

“So cool,” Annie said. “I love the cupids.”

“Glen also wears a bra,” Julie said. “Not only did Glen’s mom buy her a bra, she got her a padded bra!”

“You’re so lucky,” Annie said.

“I’m wearing a bra, too,” Lara said.

“You’re kidding!” Julie and Annie exclaimed.

“I was going to mention it. My mom bought it for me just yesterday.”

“What cup size?” Julie asked.

“AA. I know it’s basically a trainer bra but my mom agrees with me that I’m starting to get breast buds.”

“Let’s take a look at your bra,” Annie said. She unzipped the back of Lara’s dress and Lara pulled down the top of her dress showing off her bra. Glen could see two twin tiny bumps within the cups of the bra. The bra was made of powder blue fabric with flowers on it.

“My mom is adamant about waiting until I need support,” Annie said. “She’s ruining my life!”

“I’m in the sane situation,” Julie said, “but I think my nagging is finally beginning to work.”

“What kind of bra are you wearing?” Lara asked Glen.

“It’s a padded Prima Donna bra,” Glen said. “My mom has expensive taste!”

“Can we see it?” Lara asked.

“Sure,” Glen said. He turned his back to Lara and said, “You’ll have to unzip me.”

Lara unzipped his dress and Glen wiggled out of the top to show off his bra.

“It’s lovely,” Lara said. “A truly lovely bra. The lace is so elegant. Prima Donna you said.”

“Yeah. My mom has a thing about fancy clothes. Now that I’m older she’s buying me the kind of bras and panties that she likes for herself.”

“You don’t shop with her?”

“No, it’s weird. She likes to dress me the way she wants,” Glen said.

“That’s so interesting,” Julie said.

Glen looked at Julie’s, Annie’s, and Lara’s hands and noticed they all had fingernail polish like he did. “You all have such pretty shades of fingernail polish. Did you select the colors?”

“Yes, of course,” Annie said and the others agreed with her.

Glen laughed. “My mom picked the color for me.”

“She didn’t ask you?”

“No.”

“Couldn’t you have told her you wanted a different shade?” Annie asked.

“I never thought about that,” Glen said.

Julie took one of Glen’s hands and looked at his fingernails. “Such perfect nails, and they match your dress!”

“My mom cares a lot that I’m color coordinated,” Glen said.

“Your mom is so advanced,” Julie said, “that she doesn’t hold you back from maturing into a young woman, but at the same time she treats you like a little girl. When I was like six or seven my mom picked out my clothes for me.”

“I think my mom means well. I did ask her if I could wear this dress to the Barbie party and she let me.”

“Interesting,” Julie said. Annie stifled a yawn and Julie said to her, “You look a little tired.”

“I’m on the last day of my period. It was a little longer and heavier than normal.”

“I’m glad you came anyway,” Julie said.

“I wouldn’t miss a Barbie party for anything,” Annie said.

“Your not on your period?” Julie asked Lara.

“Not for another week,” Lara said.

“Same with me,” Julie said.

“And me,” Glen said. If he didn’t refer to his period, it would be out of character.

“I don’t know why but some months my period is more annoying than others,” Annie said.

“Same with all of us,” Lara said.

“What about Barbie’s periods?” Glen asked.

The girls laughed. “She doesn’t talk about them much,” Julie said. “Though Skipper is always complaining about hers!”

“Too bad,” Glen said. “It’s got to be hard to have a sister like Barbie.”

“Why do you think that?” Lara asked.

“Because Barbie is so perfect,” Glen said. “She’s always beautifully dressed. She so smart and kind and has many friends.”

“Skipper’s jealous,” Julie said. “It makes her mean.”

“Skipper has very few of the pretty dresses and underthings that Barbie has, doesn’t she?” Glen asked.

“You’re right, but she’s younger,” Julie said. “When she grows up she’ll have many more dresses and gowns she can wear.”

“I never liked Skipper,” Lara said.

“Me neither,” Annie said. “Let’s not include her in our Barbie party.”

“What should the Barbies be doing in our Barbie party?” Julie asked.

“A fashion show or a beauty contest,” Lara said.

“They’re always fun,” Annie said.

“What do you think, Glen?” Julie asked.

“The beauty contest seems really neat,” Glen said. “How do we do it?”

“We each have a Barbie,” Julie said. “They compete on gowns, bathing suits, talent, and how they answer a question.”

“How do we judge?” Glen asked.

“We’re all judges!” Annie said, “By secret ballot when it’s all over.”

“But we can’t vote for ourselves,” Lara said.

“This should be a lot of fun,” Julie said. “So first is the gowns! Get your Barbie dressed and we’ll judge them.”

The four of them proceeded to select clothes to dress their Barbie in. Glen first put panties and a bra on his Barbie. He chose a bright red princess gown and put that on. Underneath he put a white, a pink, and red crinolines so that Barbie’s gown was practically horizontal. He found red heels and put them on Barbie’s feet.

“Is everyone ready?” Julie asked. “Go first Lara.”

She showed her Barbie wearing a transparent gown that revealed her bra and panties. On her head she wore a hat with a banana and other fruit on it. Lara pretended to have Barbie walking along a runway showing off her outfit. Glen, Julie, and Annie laughed until they were sick.

“That’s hysterical,” Glen said.

“We can see her underwear!” Annie said. “She should be wearing a slip!”

“I love how the hat matches so perfectly, not!” Julie said.

“We go clockwise,” Julie said, “so Glen is next.”

Glen held us Barbie up for the girls to see.

“Ohmygod,” Lara said, “could you fit any more crinolines on Barbie!”

“I think it’s marvelous,” Annie said. “So sexy!”

“It’s pure Barbie!” Julie said.

Next was Annie’s Barbie who was wearing shocking pink miniskirt, sports coat, hat, stockings, and high heels.

“What part of gown don’t you understand!” Lara said laughing.

“It’s a tiny gown,” Annie said.

“If you say so,” Lara said.

“I think it’s adorable,” Glen said. “Barbie is so cute in all that pink!”

“You can’t have too much pink!” Julie said. “I do agree it’s not exactly a gown though Barbie is so cute in it that Ken would love her.”

It was Julie’s turn and her Barbie was wearing an elegant blue, floor length gown, blue heels, blue boa, and a large blue hat.

“Okay, your Barbie is so classy,” Annie said.

“Definitely a star!” Lara said.

“Your Barbie’s a doll,” Glen said and joined the others in laughing when he realized what he had said.

The talent part of the pageant fell into raucous laughter as each Barbie tried to sing or dance. The swimsuit competition wasn’t any better as the girls invented funny ways of having their Barbies dressed in bikinis strutting back and forth trying to be sexy.

“Now for the questions,” Julie said. “I’ll ask Lara a question. Then she asks Glen and we go around the circle. So here’s my question for Lara. “When do you think is the right time for a girl to get her first bra?”

“I do declare,” Lara said in a phony Southern accent, “that is a question that has been asked for as long as there has been bras. To bra or not to bra, that is the question that every girl encounters when they’re about to become a teenager.”

“And your answer is?” Julie prompted Lara.

“Right. What’s the question? Oh, I remember. Yes. The right time to get your first bra? That’s when you for the first time realize that breasts will start to grow on your chest!”

“So profound!” Julie said. “Thank you, Lara! Now Lara asks Glen’s Barbie a question.”

“Okay, I’ve got a great question,” Lara said. “How big should a girl want her breasts to become?”

“Woooo,” Glen said. “That is one lollapalooza question!” He stalled for time wondering how to answer such a difficult question.

“And your answer is?” Lara asked.

“A girl should want her breasts to become as big as they become! For why should a girl be stuck wishing for something different than happens naturally.”

“That’s such a sweet answer!” Lara said. “Thank you.”

“How big do we really want our tits to become?” Julie asked. “I want D cup breasts!”

“I want C cup,” Annie said. “D might be too heavy to carry around.”

“I want DD cup,” Lara said, “but I’m sure I’ll get much smaller ones. My mom and grandmas are only B cups.”

“My family runs big,” Julie said. “I think I really will be D cup.”

“Everyone in my family has C cup breasts,” Annie said. “What about you Glen?”

“My mom is DD cup breasts. I’d love to be her size and there’s a good chance I will get there one day.”

“You’re already a B cup!” Julie said.

“With the help of padding!”

“Whatever!” Julie said. “Now Glen asks Annie a question.”

“Okay, I’ve got a good question for you, Barbie. What do you think about Ken? In particular, is he the right man to be Barbie’s boyfriend?”

Annie laughed, “What an important question! I’ve known Ken my whole life. He never changes. Always has the same expression on his face. He’s kind of a doofus, I mean he stands around all the time in his tennis shorts and shirt not doing anything. As Barbie I have such an active life and old boring Ken doesn’t fit into it. I’m sorry Ken. It takes more than being a pretty face and having a few muscles to interest Barbie!”

“Wow. I think we’ve tapped into a gusher of emotion!” Glen said.

“Now, Annie askes me a question,” Julie said.

“Julie, tell us about your favorite panty. What do you like about it? What’s so special about it?”

“Thank you for asking me such a profound question,” Julie said, laughing. “My favorite panty is my Barbie panty. It’s pink with Barbie written on the front in red script. It’s bikini style and it’s so special to me because whenever I wear it I have the comfort of knowing that Barbie’s name is inside my dress.”

“That’s so neat,” Glen said. “I’m going to ask my mom to buy me Barbie panties.”

“There’s lots of Barbie clothes,” Annie said. “I have Barbie pajamas and a Barbie nightgown.”

“I have Barbie shorts and tee shirts,” Lara said, “besides PJ’s.”

“I have Barbie socks, PJ’s, and a hoodie, besides my panties,” Julie said.

“Our next Barbie party should be a Barbie pajama party,” Annie said.

“I’ll ask my mom to buy me Barbie pajamas,” Glen said. After he said this Glen had the oddest sensation. It was as if a door closed and locked in his mind. He wondered what had happened.

“Barbie pajamas aren’t expensive so your mom might not like them,” Julie teased.

“I hope you’re wrong,” Glen said. “I don’t ask my mom for a lot so she often gets me what I want.” Glen tried to imagine his mommy agreeing to buy him Barbie pajamas. He loved his mother. He loved his mommy, he knew that. For a brief second he had the feeling that Marilyn was not really his mother but had some other role in his life but the dim thought passed and he forgot about it.

The girls went downstairs to have milk and cookies. As they sat around the dining room table, Julie handed out paper and pencils and the girls wrote the winners of each of the four categories in the beauty contest. The results were tabulated and it was decided that it was a tie. Each Barbie had won a category so all of them would share the crown.

Glen said, “I can’t believe how much fun it is to play with Barbies!”

“That’s why Barbie is the best,” Lara said. “She makes everything fun!”

“I’m definitely going to ask my mom to buy me some Barbie clothes,” Glen said. “Are there Barbie bras?”

“There might be a Barbie trainer bra,” Annie said. “But you’ve outgrown that!”

“You can get a Barbie bikini,” Lara said. “That’s got a Barbie bra with it.”

Glen’s imagination ran wild thinking about how nice it would be to have some Barbie clothes.

“We should plan a Barbie pajama party,” Annie said. “We could meet at my house.”

“Wonderful. We’ll get our mom’s to find a date!” Julie said.

***

On the ride home Marilyn asked Glen about the Barbie party. “Oh Mom, I had the most fun ever. Julie’s friends are so nice. We had a beauty contest!”

“Mom? You called me mom?”

Glen didn’t respond and Marilyn repeated, “You called me Mom.”

“What, Mom?” Glen asked.

“I’m your mom?”

Glen laughed, “Yes, you’re my mom! We’d like to have a sleep-over Barbie pajama party at Annie’s house.”

Marilyn puzzled over Glen’s obliviousness to calling her ‘Mom.’ What was that about?

“Can I go to the sleepover?”

“Sleepover?”

“With the girls. It’ll be at Annie’s house.”

“You’re invited?”

Glen laughed, “The four of us want to have a Barbie pajama party.”

“I guess you can go. I ‘ll have to speak to Annie’s mother.”

“There’s just one thing, Mommy,” Glen said.

Marilyn was going to point out that he had called her mommy and decided to first listen to him. “What is it, Glen?”

“I need Barbie pajamas for the sleepover. Can you buy me Barbie pajamas? Please, please, please!”

Marilyn was surprised. She couldn’t recall Glen carrying on like this before. “I’ll think about it.”

“But if I don’t have Barbie pajamas I can’t go to the sleepover,” Glen said, and he began to cry softly.

Marilyn shook her head in disbelief and concentrated on the road ahead of her. This was crazy. Glen’s crying about a Barbie party?

“I’m sorry, Glen, but why are you crying?”

“I don’t want to miss the pajama party!”

“Jumping Jehoshaphat!, Glen, get a hold of yourself.”

“I’m sorry Mommy,” Glen said and cried louder.

“Okay, okay, Glen, I’ll look into buying you Barbie pajamas.”

***

The next morning was a workday but Glen balked at putting on the men’s clothes Marilyn had laid out for him. “Mommy, I want to wear my dress,” Glen said.

“These are your work clothes, Glen. You want to go to work wearing a dress?”

Glen laughed. “What work mommy? Only adults work! I want to stay with you.”

“We both have jobs Glen. I go to work and you can’t go with me. What in the world is wrong with you?”

Glen began to cry. “You’re going to leave me?”

“Until we figure out what’s going on with you, you’ll have to either go to work or stay at home alone.”

“I’m sorry Mommy.”

“Barbie will keep you company.”

Glen brightened up at the thought. “Can I wear my pink dress again and play with my Barbie?”

“Sure,” Marilyn said. What a bloody mess this was. Yes, Glen was obedient and mindless as her husband, but now he’d become a whiney young girl. This must have to do with Dr. Morrow’s instructions for him to think of himself as a preteen girl. Could this have backfired? She was going to have to get Dr. Morrow to straighten this out. “Put your dress on and I’ll zip you up before I go to work.”

Marilyn called Glen’s office to say he wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t be coming in today. She left a message for Dr. Morrow saying that it was urgent that she and Glen see her. Dr. Morrow called back to say, “Come today at five.”

***

In Dr. Morrow’s office, Glen sat on the seat next to Marilyn in his pink dress playing with Barbie.

“Glen,” Dr. Morrow said, “I’d like to talk to you.”

Glen looked at her and smiled.

“Can you put the Barbie aside for a minute?” Dr. Morrow asked.

Glen put Barbie on the seat next to himself.

“This is my favorite pink dress,” Glen said. “Julie, Annie, and Lara loved it. They said that I won the pretty dress competition. It was funny.”

“You are very pretty in that dress, Glen. Do you know why we’re here?”

“Because Mommy took me here?”

“Who is your mommy?” Dr. Morrow asked.

Glen laughed. “You’re silly. Mommy is right here.”

“What’s her name?

Glen thought a second and said, “Marilyn?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“It’s Marilyn.”

“Good. You know who I am?”

“Dr. Morrow!”

“Do you know why Marilyn brought you here today?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to tell you?”

Glen nodded his head.

“It’s because Marilyn is your wife, not your mother.”

Glen laughed. “I’m too young to be married!”

“How old are you?” Dr. Morrow asked.

“Twelve. I’m a preteen!”

“Glen, you can go sit on the carpet and play with your Barbie while I talk to your mommy,” Dr. Morrow said.

Glen daintily got up and sat where she indicated and became absorbed in changing Barbie’s dress.

“I’m afraid, Marilyn,” Dr. Morrow said, “that Glen’s mind flipped into seeing himself as the young preteen girl that I told him to pretend that he was. That self-image has locked into place. I’ve never in all my years in psychology ever heard of such a phenomenon but evidently it’s happened to Glen.”

“What can we do about it?” Marilyn asked.

“That is the million-dollar question,” Dr. Morrow said. “One obvious problem is that previously we directed the adult Glen to pretend he was a young girl, so he understood what was required of him. Now, unfortunately, we have to convince a young girl to pretend she’s an adult man – and hope she locks her mind into to being the original Glen.”

“Holy shit,” Marilyn said. “I see the difficulty.”

“I’m afraid that unless we can undo what’s happened to him, you’ve gone from having a husband who was entirely devoted to taking care of your needs to having a twelve-year-old daughter with an infantile fascination for Barbies.”

“I remember Glen was worried about this and you brushed his concerns aside,” Marilyn said.

“I know, and for that I am truly apologetic,” Dr. Morrow said.

“What can we do?” Marilyn asked.

“I think that the answer might be to engage in something with Glen – such as sexual intercourse – where it would be impossible for him to be a preteen girl. That might shock his mind into becoming Glen again.”

“That’s a good idea. I’ll try that.”

***

When they returned home, Marilyn led Glen to their bedroom. “Lie on your back and lift up your skirt and crinoline,”

“Why Mommy?” Glen said.

“You’ll find out.”

When he had lain down and pulled his skirts up to his chin, Glen laughed and said, “You can see my panties!”

“Yes I can. I’m interested in what’s inside your panties.”

“My ‘gina,” Glen said and laughed.

“You mean vagina?” Marilyn said.

“Yes. Girls have vaginas.”

“You’re right about that, but why do you have a penis?”

Glen laughed, “Only boys have penises.”

“Oh, do they? Then what is this I’m holding?” Marilyn reached inside Glen’s panty and held his penis. Normally he’d be hard but his cock was limp. Marilyn expertly began to stroke it a few times and it came to life. She felt it growing in size and length.

“Oh, Mommy!” Glen said. His eyes were wide open in amazement.

“That feels good?” Marilyn asked.

“Oh, yes, Mommy,” Glen said. “I like when you touch my …”

“Touch your what?” Glen’s cock was now fully erect and hard.

“I don’t know.”

“Take a look at what I’m holding Glen.”

Glen looked down and saw his boner.

Glen’s head began to roll from side to side and shake. “I have a penis?”

“Yes, Glen, you have a penis and quite a nice one I might add. Right now you have a remarkably great boner.” Marilyn continued stroking it and Glen got increasingly caught up in the pleasure he was feeling.

“Oh, God, …, ummm … Mom? … that feels so good!”

Marilyn was elated that Glen was beginning to show signs that he no longer saw Marilyn as his mom.

“Now I’m going to mount you and have a good fuck with my husband. Do you understand?”’

“Yes, good fuck …”

Marilyn placed her vagina over Glen’s boner and swallowed it up into her. Glen yelped with pleasure. She slid her hips back and forced them back down onto his penis and Glen whispered, “Oh my God, Marilyn.”

Finally Glen knew she was his wife. Marilyn continued forcing herself onto Glen establishing a rhythm. In her excitement she quickly reached orgasm, and then whispered, “Come any time you want, Glen!”

Glen was gripped by the intense pleasure. As he neared orgasm he realized that he was wearing the beautiful pink dress that Marilyn sometimes laid out for him to wear. He had no recollection of putting the dress on but he was happy to be wearing it. A moment later he came and Marilyn slid off of him and rested at his side.

“I’m so happy you’re back, Glen.”

“Back from where?”

“You’ve been a preteen girl since your Barbie party yesterday. You turned yourself into a preteen girl by taking Dr. Morrow’s advice to think of yourself as one. You don’t remember?”

“I’m not sure. I feel like I have had a dream where I was playing with some girls.”

“You had a Barbie party with Julie, Annie, and Lara.”

“Right. Now I remember that Greta and Ann introduced me to Julie. She then set up a Barbie party..”

“That included her friends Annie and Lara.”

“Right. I remember I had so much fun with them.”

“You got carried away and turned yourself into a preteen girl!”

“I did? That’s what Dr. Morrow wanted me to do?”

“In a sense, but not to flip into actually becoming one. Her idea ended up being a mistake. You’re such a delicate mind that you brainwashed yourself into becoming an actual preteen girl. Luckily, I was able to flip you back by having sex with you – something that forces you to be Glen, the man, and not Glen the preteen girl.”

“Wow!”

“Yeah, wow, Glen.”

“I do remember now how much fun I had playing Barbies with the girls.”

“Yeah, well, I need you to be Glen my husband. You missed work today because the preteen you didn’t know she had a job!”

“Aren’t the girls planning a Barbie pajama party sleepover?”

“You did mention that.”

Glen recalled that he had desperately wanted to attend the sleepover. All he needed was Barbie pajamas.

“Marilyn,” Glen said. “I was thinking that I can become a preteen girl by repeating what I did before – concentrating on being one until it clicks into place.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of scary, isn’t it?”

“It would be except that you now know how to get me out of it. Just make love to me. That’s simple.”

“Where’s this headed, Glen?”

“It’s like I have a superpower, isn’t it?”

“The ability to flip between two personas.”

“Right. Well, I would so much love to attend the Barbie sleepover …”

“You want my permission to become a preteen girl again so you can attend the party?”

“Can I, Marilyn? Will you let me?”

Marilyn stared at Glen at a loss of how to answer his request. “What if having intercourse doesn’t work again?”

“I’m confident it will always work. I so much love playing with Julie, Annie, and Lara. I want more than anything to go to the pajama party.”

“Well, I’ll consider it.”

“Thank you, Marilyn. There’s just one other thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I’ll need to have Barbie pajamas if I’m to go to the party.”

“Right. You did mention that.”

“I promise to be perfect every day!”

“You show me what a good boy you can be for the next few days and if you’re fully back to being my obedient Glen, then I’ll seriously consider taking you to buy Barbie pajamas and letting you attend the Barbie sleepover party.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Marilyn. I love you!”

“We’ll also make plans to take you and your friends to the zoo.”

The End.