Part 1 The Offer, Regrets?

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It has been checked quickly, but may not be perfect.

A lifelong crossdressers is offered the chance to move in with a man as a full
time housewife. Does he regret it.?
This is an ongoing work. I have 3 more parts to upload.

She lay on her side, in their queen size bed. She gazed at the clock,
5.30 A.M. She would have 30 minutes to relax before she got up and made
Ron's breakfast.

She just started to doze off when she felt his arm reach round. His hand
rested on her right breast and his fingers gently rubbed her nipple
through the short filmy black baby-doll. He slid across the bed to spoon
her. She felt his hardness pushing against the back of her knickers.

"I know what comes next," she thought. His other hand rubbed her ruffled
panties a few times, then pulled them down a little to expose her
bottom. His hand gripped her right buttock and squeezed. She could hear
his breathing became deeper and harder. It wasn't the only thing getting
harder.

His index finger slipped inside easily. She was still wet from last
night, he had been very enthusiastic, she was surprised he was still
horny after only 5 hours.

It had been the anniversary of her moving in, he had bought home the
baby-doll and some flowers.

She had dressed in a 50's style flower print dress. She wore a tight,
white panti-girdle, a bullet bra and a frilly net petticoat. The
petticoat held the dress away from her legs and tickled as she flitted
around the kitchen.

When he arrived home he had seen her in the kitchen bending over to
check the oven. He had whistled when he saw the sea of frothy lace
beneath her skirt. He couldn't resist her.

As she went to the sink he ran his hands all over her body exploring her
bottom and finishing on her breasts.

"Come on, save it for later, or the dinner will be ruined," she had said.

She had him cooked his favorite dinner of roast lamb. After dinner they
sat and watched T.V. His arms were around her shoulders pulling her to
his eager mouth. He had placed her hand on the bulge in his trousers.
After a few minutes of rubbing she opened his fly.

Within seconds her hand enclosed his hard member. She saw her hand with
its pink polished nails sliding up and down his cock. He slowly pushed
her off the sofa and onto the floor. She arranged her skirt and got
between his legs. Using the tip of her tongue and traced the length of
his cock. When she got to the top she engulfed him. She knew how to use
her tongue to bring him to a quick climax.

He look down and saw her ruby red lips around his cock, the white heels,
seamed stocking disappearing into the white lace. "Perfect," he
thought.

He could hold on no longer. She felt him swelling, then he exploded.

Ron let out a sigh, "thanks that was beautiful, like you." He helped her
to her feet, she nearly stumbled as her heel caught on the carpet. Ron
liked to see her in heels even in their house. He caught her in his
strong arms and said;

"You have got me so turned on, I want to finish this upstairs."

He carried her to the bedroom. She was a little over 5ft ,
he was over 6ft.

His large imposing frame was one of the things that had first
attracted her when she saw him on the dating site. He made her feel
small and feminine.

"I'm not finished with you yet honey, that was just a warm up."

"What about the washing up?" she said.

"It will still be there in the morning dear, you are such a house proud
wife"

They both showered and got ready for bed. She changed into the baby-
doll. He was ready and standing to attention when she came out of the
bathroom. She took her time and teased him until he could stand it no
more and roughly pushed her onto her back.

He took total control and pulled her legs up and apart. Her backside
came into contact with his hard member. He positioned her legs over his
shoulders and worked the back of the lacy knickers up her legs a little
and slowly pushed into her. She let out a soft moan as he smoothly slid
in.

She had made sure she was properly "lubed" before she came to bed. At
first he was gentle, but slowly built to frenzy. She felt his cock
expands and pump its warm fluid deep inside. They lay together panting,
then drifted off to sleep.

That was last night, now he just wanted a quickie.

He pushed her onto her front and straddled her. He lined himself up and
slid in smoothly. She let out a small yelp. It still hurt when he went
all the way in that quickly. She felt her small cock rub against the
front of her knickers.

She knew this would not be enough to make her come. Ron did not like it
when she touched herself there. He only liked "gurls", but he did not
like playing with their "extra bits." Occasionally he run his hand over
her crotch just to make sure it was there, but nothing more.

She thought Ron's major turn on was forcing a man act and live like a
woman, this is what really drove him. He always made sure her underwear
covered her "front."

He built up a rhythm, they we both bouncing faster as he piled into her.
She enjoyed his attentions, but missed being able to come during sex.
This is what a good wife does, she thought, please her husband. He
certainly sounded pleased as he released inside her.

She wondered how many real women went through this. How many used the
washing machine or a vibrator to orgasm when hubby was at work.

She may get time when alone later to take care of her needs.

"You stay there and relax, I'll grab breakfast on my way to work," he
said, heading for the shower. Later he kissed her goodbye and headed out.

She lay there and dozed off for an hour. When she woke she stripped the
baby-doll off. Those knickers are going to need a soak she thought, as
she ran her bath.

She looked at her body in the mirror. Her shoulder length ginger hair, a
very expensive wig, glued to her head. The glue lasted at least 3
months. Ron paid for it; he had a thing for red heads. She saw the swell
of her small breasts, only a B cup really. She had been taking the
black market female hormones for a year now. Her hips had put on extra
fat and her skin had softened. Even her face seemed more female now.
She rarely got any strange looks while shopping now.

Her small 3 inch penis and shriveled sack looked wrong. She asked Ron
about "going all the way." Ron said, "If you want that you can leave."
He did offer to pay for breast implants though.

What Ron wanted he got. When he offered her, her dream of being a
housewife, she never realized how life changing it would be. She had
been a crossdresser all her life. Her wife left because of it. Her
fantasy was to be what she saw as the pinnacle of femininity, a
submissive housewife. Looking and dressing pretty at all times for her
"man."

She meet Ron, and after 2 dates and a long weekend, he had asked her to
move in. She was broke and living in a bedsit. Her divorce had cleaned
her out. So Ron's offer was the perfect solution. Live full time as a
woman, with no bills. Ron would help her become what she dreamed of
being.

The offer, became real when Ron helped her move. He made her throw all
her male clothes and belongings away. All she had was her female clothes
and what she was dressed in. Back at Ron's flat he made her change and
threw her last male clothes away.

They both sat down and spent the rest of the day ordering corsets,
lingerie, dresses, skirts tops, makeup and shoes. Well it was all Ron's
choices really. No leggings or trousers. No tights, stockings only.
Shoes and boots with at least 3 inch heels. She realized what she was in
for when he started looking at 1950's clothing. He ordered girdles and
bullet bras, and petticoats. He even ordered a French maids outfit and
a nurse’s uniform. He had been looking at school girl and show girl
outfits recently. She knew these would be introduced to their bedroom
"games," soon.

As she let the warm water of the bath wake her up, she thought about what
she would be doing today. Cleaning, dusting, washing, ironing, cooking
and shopping.

She slowly dressed, a black basque and silk French knickers. Black
stockings and ankle boots. Then a dark brown knee length dress. After
her makeup, she finished her look off with dark blue silk scarf.

She went to the kitchen and stated the washing up. Then it struck her,
the reality of the offer. She was trapped, she had no money, no where
else to live, not even any men's clothes.

She was trapped in a life of makeup, high heels, perfume, women's
magazines, washing, cleaning and getting used by her husband for sex
whenever or however he chose.

She used to worry about wages, bills, promotion, cars and hair loss. Now
her worries were what to cook for dinner, what to wear, ladders in
stockings or chipping a nail.

As she walked about the flat getting ready to go to the shops, she
wondered if the offer was worth it. Giving up all she had as a guy for
this like.

Walking to the shop she felt her silk knickers caress her cock and
backside as she moved She felt her suspenders tug against her stockings,
smelt her perfume and heard the click of her heels. She felt so
sensual.

Men don't get to feel this!

As she passed a building site, she was wolf whistled. Then she heard a shout,

"I'd give you one darling"

Rude, she thought, but smiled anyway.

"Was the offer worth it?" "You bet your bloody life it was!"

She loved her new life.