Marriage is a Compromise: 2

 

Giving in to money concerns and under pressure from his wife to help them better their
financial situation, Parker considers moving from being a waiter to a more lucrative
career in Waitressing. Soon, though, things are moving much faster than he'd expected
and he feels his old self slipping away. His reinvigorated sex life with Olivia, though,
inspires him to press onward.
I don't know if this chapter warrants an X rating or not, but it is certainly the most graphic
story I have ever written.

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Author's Note: As always, I love to read your comments and critiques. ~Clara.
 
This version of Marriage is a Compromise: 2 has been updated with many corrections towards spelling and grammar. ~Sephrena.
 
Image Credit: Image created through the use of ai at https://perchance.org/beautiful-people . ~Sephrena.

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Chapter 2
 

It was after two in the afternoon on Sunday when Parker woke. He'd always been an early riser and he hadn't really gotten the hang of his new schedule. He glanced to the other side of the bed and saw that Olivia was already gone. With a contented sigh, he pushed back the bed covers and sat up, immediately aware of his clothing. The lace trim of the baby blue nightgown played around his chest as the oversized garment ballooned, then settled around him, causing him to chuckle at the silliness of how he'd appear to a stranger.

At the foot of the bed, where he always placed his robe, he found a bed jacket that matched the nightie Olivia had dressed him in. As silly as it seemed to wear it, the idea of appearing before Olivia wearing it seemed playful, in a sexy way, so he pulled it on and tied off the belt.

When he began to walk, he felt an odd, slightly sore sensation coming from his rear end. When he stopped at the master lavatory to deal with relieving himself, shaving and brushing his teeth, each movement seemed to pull against the irritated area in his fanny. It was an odd and uncomfortable feeling, but it reminded him of the greatest sexual feeling he'd ever had in his life, and even though the thought of what Livy had done to him in order for him to achieve those feelings caused him a little embarrassment, he longed to repeat that feeling sometime soon.

Before leaving the bathroom, he brushed his shaggy hair and looked at himself in the mirror. Actually, he didn't look as silly as he'd expected. "Well," he muttered to his reflection, "aren't you a pretty little thing?" He smiled at how weird the last week had been. He checked his appearance once more, then he headed downstairs to see Livy.

Everything was quiet, though. "Liv?" he called. "Livy? Are you here?"

Silence.

He looked out the window and saw that her car was gone, so he returned to the bedroom to, with just a bit of reluctance, change.

Boxers, gym shorts and a tee shirt donned, the nightie folded and placed beneath Olivia's pillow and her bed coat hung in the closet, Parker finally picked up his phone from the charger. That's when he saw Olivia's texts.

The first one read:

'I WOKE UP AT 9. YOU WERE STILL ASLEEP AT 11 SO I RAN OUT TO DO SOME SHOPPING. I MIGHT BE A FEW HOURS, BUT ILL BE BACK AS SOON AS I CAN.'

The second one, sent at 12:30 that afternoon read:

'I'LL BE HOME BY 3 OR 3:15. WE'RE IN GOOD SHAPE WITH OUR BILLS AND WE HAVEN'T BEEN OUT TO DINNER IN MONTHS. LET'S TRY THAT NEW PLACE OUT IN LEICESTER TONIGHT. SEE YOU SOON. LOVE YOU.'

Parker shrugged as he texted back, 'SOUNDS GOOD. SHOULD I CALL FOR A RESERVATION?'

Within seconds, Olivia texted back, 'I DID ALREADY. DINNER AT 7. LEAVING HOUSE AROUND 6:15. ON MY WAY HOME. BE THERE IN 30 MINS.'

Well, so much for a lazy day in shorts, but it would be worth putting on a shirt and tie to have a nice meal and a night out with Liv. Last Tuesday, before he'd met with Pootie, Parker had been scared that he and Livy were headed for a separation until the strike was over. All that had disappeared with the job at The El Camino and last night had been... well... insightful, to say the least.

"Park! I'm home!" Olivia called as she entered from the garage door into the kitchen. She could hear the vacuum cleaner running in the TV room, so she left her pile of bags on the kitchen table and headed that way.

When she tapped his shoulder, he jumped at her touch. "Oh, Hey." He smiled and shut off the vacuum. He stood taller and kissed her cheek. "I didn't hear you."

"I know, I tried not to scare you." She looked him up and down and Parker could see a bit of disappointment in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh, Nothing." She forced a smile. "I was just hoping... never mind." She headed back to the kitchen.

Confused by her behavior, Parker followed, "Hoping what, Liv? Was I supposed to do something? I dusted and vacuumed. The kitchen was already clean. Was I supposed to do something else for you?"

Olivia stopped at the kitchen table, turned and shook her head, a smile on her face. "No, babe, you weren't supposed to do anything for me and I appreciate all your work, I just... Well, I was just hoping to see you wearing my nightie when I got home."

Parker thought she was kidding, so he laughed. "What?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, Park. I just thought you looked nice on you and I was hoping... Oh, never mind. I'll see you in your new nightie tonight."

Before he could ask about that, Olivia continued, "I bought a lot of stuff for you. I know that money is still tight, but, like Pootie told you, it's all just a business investment, right?"

"Business investment?" Parker muttered, but Olivia didn't hear and just continued talking as she picked up a small back from CVS and handed it to Parker.

"I guess we should start with this."

He looked into the bag and saw a bottle of Nair hair removal cream.

"You cover yourself with that." Olivia was organizing the bags as she spoke, "Wait ten minutes and rinse it off. It works well, but since this is the first time you're using it, you may have to do it a couple of times. It'll burn a little, but I got you some very nice body oil, too. That will soothe your skin and make it feel nice."

"Livy..." Parker tried to get her attention, but she was focused on what she was doing.

"I picked up a couple of different style bras, all in an A cup, I figured you wouldn't want to go too big right off the bat."

"Liv..."

"And I got you a black skirt and the kind of white blouse that Pootie said would fulfill the requirements of the club."

"Wait, Wait, wait!" Parker finally got her attention. "You spoke to Poot?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"I called him this afternoon from Lord and Taylor, why? Am I not supposed to talk to my brother-in-law?"

Parker was very confused by what was going on. "I don't care if you call Pootie or not, Liv, but I am not going to dress like a woman to wait tables."

"Why not?"

"What!? Why not!? Because... because I'm not gay, Liv. I'm not going to start sashaying around as if I am. What would you think of me if I did?"

Olivia closed the bag she'd been rummaging through and put her hands on her hips. "Frankly, I'd think you were doing your best to try to get us a little bit ahead after we've suffered such a big loss."

"But that's not the point, Liv. It's just... not normal."

"What's not normal? People wear skirts and blouses every day."

"Yeah, women."

"And men."

"What men?"

"The men you work with, Parker. It's perfectly normal for men to wear skirts and blouses, there, right? That's what you told me last night, right?"

"Yes, But..."

"And those men, the ones in skirts and blouses, make more than you do, right?"

"Yes, But..."

"How many hours do I work every week, Parker?"

Momentarily derailed by this sudden change of topic, Parker stuttered out, "What? Work? Well... I don't know... forty, forty five hours a week."

"Try sixty to sixty five hours a week, Park. Sixty hours minimum. I don't think you've ever worked a sixty hour week in your entire life, but I do it every single week, Parker, so that we can live a comfortable life. Have I ever complained about it?"

"No, Liv, you never have, but..."

"Now, we've lost THOUSANDS of dollars since this strike began at Allegro, Park, and our savings have all been used up. All we need to wipe us out right now is an unexpected car repair, or a leaky roof, or a burst pipe. That's it it, Parker. One big expense and we are done. You do understand that, right?"

"Ok, yeah, I guess that's true..."

"Guess!? For crying out loud, Parker, you're an accountant! You need to start thinking like one."

"Ok, Livy, you're right. We're not out of the woods, yet. I understand that."

"Alright, then. I am contributing everything I possibly can to keep us afloat and to help us get ahead, again, right?"

"Right, Livy, and I appreciate it, but..."

"Are you?" Olivia's tone was flat and cold. It was as much an accusation as it was a question.

Parker knew that she had a valid point, but evaded the answer for another few moments by saying, "Am I what? Contributing? Yes, Liv, I am. I took on a job far below my educational level to help get us back on track..."

"Are you contributing everything you possibly can?"

Parker remained quiet. Defeated, but looking for a maneuver to get out of this.

"According to what you told me," Olivia fished in the bags again, "you could be making an awful lot more if you'd just wear a skirt and blouse when you wait tables. I've waited tables, Parker, and I've done it in a skirt and blouse. It's not uncomfortable."

He still remained quiet.

"I checked your story with Pootie and confirmed what you said. If you continue to work at The El Camino for a year, and who knows, you may need to, wearing slacks, you could gross about sixty five thousand dollars, but according to what you told me and what Pootie confirmed, if you'd just be willing to demean yourself so low that you'd wear the kind of clothing I wear," Parker thought that was a low blow, "then you could easily gross more than one hundred thousand dollars. Am I wrong?"

"No." Parker's eyes were focused on the tiles on their kitchen floor. He couldn't look up to meet Olivia's gaze.

"Do you think I LIKE changing catheters on old, fat men, Parker? Do you think I LIKE being at the beck and whim of people who view me more as a servant than a medical professional? Don't get me wrong, Parker, I LOVE my job, but there are parts of it that are just awful and I would love to not have to do it for sixty or sixty five hours every single week! Am I making my point, here, Parker?"

"Yes." He still looked at the floor.

"So, from a purely accounting point of view, what should you be doing?"

He sighed. She had him. He had the opportunity to make a lot of money with a very minor change to how he did his job. He really didn't have a choice. "I should be working as a waitress rather than as a waiter."

"Ok, then." Olivia relaxed a bit. "Thank you, Park. I know I'm asking a lot, but I think you'll agree - this is the right thing to do."

"I guess you're right." Parker nodded. Then, finally, he raised his eyes and made contact with hers. "I don't want to look like an idiot, though."

"And you're not going to. Today, we'll deal with the hair removal, try on a few outfits, then go to dinner. Then, after we come back home, we'll prepare for tomorrow."

"What happens tomorrow?" Parker asked. "The club is dark on Mondays."

"Exactly, and I don't have to go in until 6 tomorrow night. So, I've spoken to my hair dresser, Barb, and she's going to help us figure out your best options for hair and makeup. She'll tell us whether you'd be better off with a wig, or with extensions... she'll know what will work best. Ok?"

"Ok."

"Good. Now, upstairs with you and let's get that hair off of you."

Olivia wore latex gloves to apply the hair removal cream all over his body, including his beard area. "I know that you don't shave frequently, but your hair does grow faster here than anywhere else. If you use this a couple of times a week on your face and once a week on the rest of your body, you should be able to keep yourself nice and smooth."

"It smells, Liv, and it's burning my eyes. Can I rinse it off?"

"Not for ten minutes, baby. You know, women use this all the time. If you want to pretend to be a woman, you have to do what women do."

"Ok." Parker was still a bit miffed about having to go through all of this. "First off, I don't WANT to do this. I HAVE to do this because of the strike, and second, women don't have to have this smeared on their faces and right under their noses."

"You'd be surprised by how many women have to use this on their mustache areas, babe, so don't make a fuss, and I do appreciate your sacrifice. I promise, I will make this all worth your while."

Fifteen minutes later, along with the cream, all of his body hair washed down the drain, and Olivia was washing and conditioning his hair with heavily fragranced products. "Your hair needs to look better, anyway, Park. I don't know what Barb is going to suggest you do, but even if it ends up in a wig, it's going to end up getting greasier than usual, so you need to start taking much better care of it."

Trying to find the bright side of the situation, Parker said, "Who knows, maybe we'll get a call tomorrow telling us that the strike is settled and I won't have to do this."

"A call like that would be great, Park, but we still need money and you could continue to work at the club for a while longer until we get ahead. You don't make a hundred thousand at Allegro, you know. Even Pootie said that your boss would be willing to have you work weekends for as long as you want, after the strike is over."

Well, that was that, then. There was no way out. Parker gave a heavy sigh as Olivia shut off the water and indicated that he should step out onto the bath mat. As she patted him dry, she said, "You're making a bigger thing out this than you should, Park. Try to relax and have some fun with it. I bet you'll start enjoying it, if you do."

She reached for a bottle of body oil, flipped open the top and held it to Parker's nose. "Lavender," she said. "It's my favorite. Not overly floral, but subtle and delicate. Feminine. Like you need to be. Not a drag queen, or even a female impersonator. Just subtle and and soft. That's what you should be aspiring to be for the time being, Park. Subtle, soft and feminine."

Looking up into his wife's eyes as she said these words caused Parker's libido to suddenly come to life and the evidence of that was visible to Olivia. She smiled as she began rubbing the oil into his shoulders and she worked her way down his body.

Olivia had seen her husband's body naked many times, but this was different. This time, she was caring for him in a very different, very maternal way. That combined with Parker's denuded body brought back those feelings of dominance that she'd felt last night. Last night, Parker had not looked like a man. His made up face was pretty and feminine. Today, he didn't look like a man, either. He smelled like a woman, but his hairless body looked like, a little boy's. She found it exciting and empowering. She liked it. She liked it a lot.

"Here," she said, lifting Parker's hands in front of him and pouring a little oil into them. "I'll take care of your back, you do your front."

His back had always had very little hair, but the sight of his hairless back and legs reinforced her image of him as the weaker, more feminine partner who required her care.

She moved more quickly than Parker, so when she reached his legs, she kneaded the oil in on both the front and back. When she reached his ankles, she worked her way back up, enjoying how smooth he'd become.

"Get your private's, too, babe," she instructed, just as he reached his lower abdomen and she reached his bottom.

She reached between his balls to check that his upper thighs were covered in oil as he oiled his testicles. Her hand gazed his as she caressed his taint and then she dragged her fingers back, up his crack and towards his opening as his own oily fingers touched his very erect penis.

As his fingers rubbed in the oil along his shaft, her slippery finger slipped firmly into his hole, causing him to gasp in surprise, joy and anticipation.

"Don't stop rubbing yourself," she whispered, "but move to the toilet."

He waddled to the open toilet, his hand still grasping himself and her finger thrust deep within him, moving in a very awkward manner.

"Make yourself come," she whispered. "I want to see you make yourself come."

Another man might have been embarrassed by this, but Parker had given up control. He would do whatever she asked as long as she made him feel what he'd felt last night.

"Do you like me inside of you?" she whispered. "Do you like me making you my girl?"

Her finger became two, then three and the pushed into him more firmly. The feminine moans and whimpers he was producing had already told Olivia what he felt. There was no reason to deny it. "Yes," he whispered in a weak hoarse gasp.

"Yes, What?" she asked as she exerted more pressure onto his inner G-spot.

"Yes, I like it when you make me your girl."

Liv smiled. She liked this. She liked it a lot. "Good." She nibbled his ear, inserting her tongue into that hole as well.

"Faster, baby," her voice was quiet, but filled with excitement. As the speed of his manipulations increased, so did the speed of hers. She was being so forceful that she was actually lifting him onto his tip-toes with her thrusts. "Faster. Faster."

When the head of his penis was purple with strain, and she knew that the moment was imminent, she thrust deeply and wiggled her fingers as much as she could, causing Parker to gasp and hold his breath as he began to ejaculate. Olivia kept one hand planted deep within the thin, frail man, as the other caught several ropes of his ejaculate before it reached the water in the toilet.

"Was that good?" she asked.

He nodded.

"You know what I like?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"I like to have my man stay in me after he's done. I like to feel him go soft and them I like to feel him pull out slowly. Can you feel me in you, now?"

He nodded.

She began to relax the stress in her fist and Parker could feel the shape of the intruding object changing within him. "Can you feel me getting softer?"

He shivered and nodded again.

When her hand was loose and relaxed, she slowly pulled her hand free. "What am I doing now, baby?"

"You're pulling out."

"What am I pulling out of?"

"My rear."

"Not your rear, baby. I'm pulling out of your vagina. Say it for me."

"You're pulling out of my vagina."

"Good girl." She was as excited by this after-glow teasing as she was by getting him off. "What am I pulling out, baby, and don't say my hand, it's not my hand. Hands don't go into vaginas. What am I pulling out?"

"Your... penis."

She smiled. "That's right, baby. You've had my penis in you and you liked it, didn't you? You liked my penis, my dick, my cock, inside you, didn't you?"

"I did." He nodded.

"Lick my hand, then." And as she pulled one hand from within him, he licked his wife's other hand clean of his own seed and it didn't seem at all shameful. He was just obeying his dominant partner.

"Pull this up your arms and I'll help you fasten in the back."

Parker looked at the bra as if it would burn him. "Did you have to get such a feminine one, Liv?"

"I'll tell you what, Park. I'll take you shopping and you can find a more masculine bra, how does that sound? Maybe one that's endorsed by a football player or something like that."

"Ok, hahaha," he replied to her sarcasm. "What I mean is, this one has all this lace on it. I've seen you wearing plain ones."

"Those are sports bras, Park. I'm a nurse. I need to wear functional undergarments. You're a waitress in a cabaret. You're going to be part of the ambiance of the performance space - That, incidentally, came directly from Pootie. You need to look and feel cute, Parker, and your not going to feel cute and pretty and feminine wearing a sports bra, believe me. Now, let me help you with that."

Reluctantly, Parker allowed the thin straps to be guided up his arms.

As Olivia clasped it behind his back she felt excited again at the sight of the tiny item closing around his small torso.

To Parker, it felt as if he was being shackled into something strange and foreign.

Olivia placed the silicon breast forms into the cups. "These are just to fill the cups. They make some that actually look real. Real nipples and everything. They're a little pricey, but if you're doing this for a long time, you'll probably want some of those."

Parker looked at himself in the mirror and he nodded at what his wife was saying. He felt his old self fading away and a new self emerging. It was frightening and fascinating.

Olivia stood behind him and looked at his reflection. With the little heels that she was wearing, she was a full head taller than her barefooted husband. "That fits nice."

Parker shrugged. "I guess."

"Let's try the panties."

"Panties? Do I really have to wear panties?"

"You can't wear boxers underneath a short skirt, Park. Come on. Work with me, ok. We need to go to dinner." She handed him a pair of white panties, lace around the waist and legs, with a silky, lace covered panel in front. He pulled them up his legs. They sat slightly higher on his waist than his boxers, but were remarkably soft and not at all uncomfortable.

"Nice, Huh?" she asked.

"They are very soft," he said, touching the material.

"And they're obviously making you excited. Here. Let me help you with that." Olivia pulled the panties down a bit, reached in and gripped Parker's testicles. Then, she felt around with clinical efficiency and when she'd found the cavities from which the testicles had descended, she pushed them back up into his body. Then she folded his penis back beneath him and pulled his panties back up.

"Ouch!" Parker exclaimed as the testicles popped back into him.

"Oh, don't be a baby." Olivia laughed.

Once the panties were back in place, Olivia smiled at their smooth front. "Very cute," she chuckled. "Let's just try on the skirt and blouse. This first."

She handed him the blouse. At first, it appeared to be just like a man's dress skirt. The first challenge, however, was buttoning it up. The buttons were on the opposite side from a man's shirt and it wasn't really difficult to button it, it was just that having twenty six years experience of buttoning shirts one way, it was awkward to have to button it another.

The second challenge is what Olivia referred to as the 'darts' in the blouse. It caused the shirt to be tailored quite tightly around his abdomen, then it loosened and accentuated the modest bust created by the lacy bra he was wearing.

"Is this too tight?" he asked.

"No, it fits perfectly," she assured him. "I don't wear this style very frequently, but you'll get used to it. This is what Pootie told me to get you. I think I'll need to get you a chemise to wear under it, though. The lace on your bra shows through. We want you to be cute, not slutty."

"Well, thank God you have limits as to how far you'll push this!" Parker's tone was meant to hurt and Olivia did not appreciate it. She stood, hands on her hips, the little, black skirt hanging from one of them, and she stared at Parker with a ticked off look on her face.

Parker realized that he'd been a jerk. They needed the money, plain and simple, and this was the best way to make it. "Sorry," he muttered.

With a perturbed sigh, Olivia held the skirt open so he could step into it. When he had, she raised it up, adjusted it around the area of a women's natural waist, which was the same height as his panties' waistband, and she made sure that his blouse was well tucked in.

"There," Olivia smiled, "that looks nice. Come see."

He looked in the mirror again and Parker had to admit that the clothes fit him much better than he’d hoped. The look was incomplete, though. “I still look like a boy,” he said, sounding almost disappointed.

The fact that he said ‘boy’ and not ‘man’ did not escape Olivia’s notice. She liked that, too.

“And that’s why we have to deal with a few things tomorrow,” she pointed out. “Starting with your hair and makeup, Barb will sort that out for us, and some comfortable heels will extend your calves and make your posture more like a woman’s. Honestly, though, babe, we’re nearly there. I promise.”

“Ok, if you say so.” Parker was very fascinated by his new look, but still very scared. “So, can I get changed for dinner?”

Olivia checked the clock. The did need to change. “Sure, but keep your panties on. You need to get used to moving with your stuff all retracted and tucked. It’ll be good practice, and I like knowing that you’re wearing them. I think it’s sexy.”

Parker smirked at her. “You’re getting pretty weird, Livy.”

“And you love it.”

Dinner was lovely. For a Sunday evening, the new restaurant was surprisingly crowded. It was a seafood specialty and they each ordered their favorites. Fried clam strips for Olivia and baked haddock for Parker. It was delicious, but Olivia insisted that the evening was also meant to be a tutorial. “Watch all the women, Park. I want you to take note of everything they do. How they walk, how they sit, how they cross their legs, how they gesture when they speak, how they eat, how they sip their wine. Pay attention to all of it. You need to be ready for Tuesday night.”

“Listen, Liv... I know we need the money and I’m willing to do it, but couldn’t we, maybe, do this a little at a time?”

“We are, babe. Last night you wore a nightie for the first time.” The waitress showed up with their food as she continued, “and now you’re wearing panties for the first time. Tomorrow, you’ll go to the salon and get your hair and makeup done and Tuesday night, you’ll be a waitress. See. A little at a time.” She looked at the waitress. “Thank you.”

“You’re...” The waitress looked from Olivia to Parker, a little confused and a little embarrassed, “... you’re welcome.”

The nightie that Olivia had bought him was the same, free flowing style that she wore, but his was bubble gum pink, had puffy sleeves and a lot more lace than any of Olivia’s.

“Keep your bra on, Park,” she instructed. “It’ll hang better and you need to get used to it.”

“Of course,” Parker huffed. This was all moving very quickly. He did have to admit, though, the bra that had seemed so foreign and awkward the first time Olivia had made him wear it, now seemed quite comfortable. It did make sense that the more he wore it, the less aware of it he’d be, so – why not?

As Olivia’s had been, his new nightie was soft and exciting, even more so now against his hairless skin. The pink color did feel a bit emasculating, but how much more emasculated can a you be when you’re already wearing a bra and panties.

“Oh, that’s cute on you, baby.” Olivia smiled as she approached the bed with two tubes of something in her hand.

Parker had noticed that Olivia’s occasional use of the word ‘babe’ had gotten much more frequent and the occasional use of ‘baby’ had arisen. Odd. “Thanks, I guess. I’m not sure how to take a remark like that.”

“Well, I certainly meant it as a compliment, baby. Honestly.”

Parker smiled at that. If he was doing all of this for them, it was nice that Olivia was at least appreciative enough to compliment him.

“Thanks, then,” he smiled. Then, noticing the two tubes, he asked, “What are those?”

“These? This one is skin cream. Girls need to take much better care of their skin than boys, baby. Here, put out your hand and I’ll squeeze some out for you. You can do your arms. I’ll take care of your legs.”

Once the cream was in his hand, Parker began rubbing the rose-scented substance into his arms. “What’s the other tube for?”

A lecherous smile appeared on his wife’s face. “That tube? That’s some KY jelly with a warming agent in it.”

Remembering the bliss of his first two explorations into anal sex, Parker’s cheeks heated up at the though of submitting his new found vagina to his wife. “What’s it for?” he asked coyly.

Olivia finished rubbing the skin cream into Parker’s second leg, then reached for her bedside table, pulled out the drawer and produced a large, phallus shaped sex toy. Biologically speaking, the owner of a tool this big would have to be at least eight feet tall. Olivia spread some of the KY Jelly over the toy, then flicked a switch on its base, causing the hole item to vibrate and the inch or so at the tip to gyrate slowly. She smiled at her slightly frightened little husband and said, in a poor imitation of Al Pacino, “Say hello to my little friend!”

“Come on, baby, Barb is expecting us.” Parker was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, pretty close to petrified with fear of stepping out onto Langley Blvd, the main street of their town. It was 8:15 in the morning and there were plenty of people walking past on their way to work. None of the faces looked familiar, but Olivia had insisted that he wear his waitress uniform so that Barb would know what needed to be done.

Impatient, Olivia opened the passenger door and held it for him. “Come on, baby. We need every second she can give us. Let’s go.”

“Check that the door to the salon is unlocked so I don’t get stuck out here on the street,” he nearly begged.

“Argh, this is foolish,” she huffed as she walked to the door, twelve feet away.

It was locked.

She knocked and within moments, her hairdresser, Barbara, was rushing to the door. “Sorry,” she said as she leaned out to kiss Olivia’s cheek. I kept it locked so no one would walk in. We’re not official open, you know. It’s Monday, after all.” She glanced around. “Where’s the victim?”

“In the car, afraid to come out. Now that the door is open, he’ll be able to make a run for it.” Both women laughed. Olivia turned back to the car and said, “Come on, baby. The door’s open now.”

Parker scanned the street. No familiar faces nearby. It was a good time to make a run for it. He pushed the door open again, then stepped out, immediately losing his right flip flop between the curb and the car. He leaned against the car and used his right foot to pull it out from under the car and set it so that he could slip his foot back in. All of this amused the women to no end.

He felt frightened and exposed and he was trying to move quickly before he was found out, but the more he hurried, the longer everything seemed to take.

Still leaning against the car, he closed the door and began to move forward, his head down, hoping to remain anonymous, but just one step into his twelve foot sojourn, he felt a tug on his waist. He turned and saw that he’d closed the door onto his loose fitting black skirt.

“Are you coming or not?” Olivia asked from the salon door.

“I can’t,” he tried to explain. “Unlock the car door, please!”

“Why!? There’s nothing in the car that you need. I have your wallet. You’re not going to jump back in there, Parker. Let’s go - chop, chop!”

“I can’t!” he pleaded. “I caught my skirt in the door!”

More laughter from the women as Olivia searched for the key-fob. It seemed to take forever for her to find it. When he heard the lock click, Parker opened the door, stood aside, shut the door and turned to make a run for the door, but instead came face to face with Bridget Samson, an older accountant who he had supervised at Allegro.

“Parker? I thought that was you!” She sounded surprised. “What’s with this get-up?” She continued. “Are you going to a masquerade party?”

“Oh, Bridget... hi... I’m...”

Thank goodness, Olivia came to his aid. “Hi, Bridget! So nice to see you! How are you?” she said as natural as could be.

“Oh, hi, Liv.” She kissed Olivia’s cheek. “I’m doing ok, all things considered. What’s this all about?” She indicated the very embarrassed man standing near the car.

“Well, Bridget, you see, we were not doing well at all, but Parker found a really well paying job at The El Camino. Do you know the place?”

Bridget blinked and tried to figure out where this story was headed. “Yes, I know it. The cabaret place, right?”

“Right, well, anyway, he’s waiting tables there and he found out that he could make A LOT more money if he did it in drag, so... that’s what he’s doing.” Olivia had explained this as if it made perfect sense. As if people did this kind of thing every day and it flummoxed Parker as to how she could be so nonchalant about this. It all seemed so natural to her that he half expected her to start telling Bridget about what she’d done to Parker’s rear end the night before.

“Oh,” Bridget smiled at Parker, aren’t you the bravest thing!” She touched his cheek as if he were a child and said, “And you look just adorable in that outfit, doesn’t he, Olivia.”

“I agree,” Olivia said as Parker swore he could feel his penis shrivel up and recede into his body. “It was lovely chatting, Bridget,” Olivia took his hand and led him, again, like a child, towards the door of the salon, “but we have a lot to do to turn my Cinderella into a princess so she can work this week. Bye, bye!”

Finally in the salon, Parker met the smiling beautician he’d hear so much about. “Hi,” she shook his hand. “I’m Barbara. You can call me Barb if you’d like, but Barbara is just fine, too. Are you ready for your makeover?”

Barbara felt a little pity for the little man standing before her. He seemed a little lost in everything that was happening to him.

“Yeah, I guess,” was his only replay. He looked around the salon at the tools of her trade with tremendous fear.

“Don’t worry, honey.” She led him to a chair. “I won’t bite and I won’t do anything to embarrass you.”

Well, that was some consolation, anyway.

When he was seated, Barbara asked Olivia, “So, What is our goal here? Straight ahead, over the top drag queen or regular woman?”

Thankfully, Olivia didn’t go for drag queen.

“I think I’m hoping he can pull off a cute, real woman look. Something really cute and nothing humiliating for him. He’s got a lot of ratty hair. Do you think you can do something with it, or should we consider a wig or extensions?”

“Weeeelllll....” Barbara pondered the options as she brushed his hair around a little bit. “I’m thinking that we could do a kind of pixie cut. If you blow dry it, it’ll look nice and full and feminine, but if you just comb it out after a shower, it’ll look kinda trendy for a guy. Kind of like a Bieber look, you know?”

“Perfect!” Olivia enthused, without consulting Parker, who’s chair was already being spun around so that Barbara could start washing and conditioning his hair.

About forty minutes later, Barbara was abusing his head with a barrel brush and burning his scalp with a blow dryer. “What do you think?” She asked Olivia.

“Not bad.” Olivia looked at him critically, obviously unsatisfied. “But he still looks a little too boyish, you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I do.” She was studying him as well.

Parker was about to ask if he could see himself, but before he could, Barbara said, “Let’s see what makeup does.”

His chair was lowered halfway back as Barbara went to work on his face. “I’m going to go a little night-Club-y since she’ll be working in a club, ok?”

She? Did she just say, she?

“Sounds good,” Olivia said.

Barbara began by spreading warm wax on his eyebrows and pressing little pieces of cloth into the wax. Olivia and Barbara kept up a conversation as she worked on his face. Then, without warning, suddenly the cloth and wax were yanked from Parker’s face, taking with it a good chunk of his eye brows.

“Owwww!” he howled, but Olivia just laughed at him.

“Men are such babies,” Barbara laughed. “You’re a woman now, sweetie, and women have to suffer for their beauty. Get used to it, little girl. There’s a lot more of those in your future.”

“Did you leave any eyebrow at all?” Parker could not believe how painful that had been.

“I left plenty,” Barbara laughed. “As a matter of fact, I still need to clean them up a bit. Lay there and don’t start crying.” She spent at least ten minutes pulling stray hairs out by the roots, leaving Parker to wonder what the heck he’d look like with no eyebrows at all.

Then, Barbara began his makeup.

Anxious to see the outcome, Olivia watched Barbara carefully. “Honestly, I’d prefer that no one questions that she’s a girl while she’s working.”

Now it was both of them calling him a she.

When she was done, Olivia considered the look and shook her head. “I don’t know, Barb. I mean, I love the hair and her makeup is perfect, but somethings still not right. She doesn’t look like I’d hoped. I can’t put my finger on it, but...”

“I’ve got it!” Barbara interrupted. “Highlights. If I give her some highlights, it’ll pull it all together for her!”

“Hmm...” Olivia mulled it over. “Highlights, Yes, But her hair is so light.... I don’t want it to look frosted.”

“No, no, no.” Barbara grabbed a magazine of hairstyles. “Look. Like this.”

“That’s cute,” Olivia agreed, “but I love this one and that’s nearly the same pixie cut. Could she do that?”

“Sure. It’ll take about ninety minutes, though. Is that ok?”

“Sure!” Olivia seemed a little too happy.

“Can I see what I look like right now?” Parker asked.

“Not right now, baby,” Olivia insisted. “Wait till you see the finished product. You’re going to be adorable!”

An hour and ten minutes later, following a harrowing ordeal involving his wet hair having something rubbed into it, being bagged and rinsed and something else rubbed into it and bagged again and rinsed again and then that painful brush and the burning hair dryer, Barbara finally stepped back and proclaimed him ‘done.’

“OH, YES!” Olivia proclaimed. “She’s perfect, Barb! You’re a miracle worker!”

“She is pretty gorgeous, if I do say so myself!” Barbara nodded. “You’re not the first boy I’ve worked on, Parker, but you’re definitely the cutest.”

“Can I see myself?” Parker asked.

“Just a moment.” Barbara removed the cape he’d been wearing, then instructed him to close his eyes and stand. When he was upright, she turned him towards the mirror, then, with a great deal of pomp, said, “Ladies and gentlemen... well... I guess we’re all ladies here... I present my latest creation. Open your eyes, Parker, and meet the new you!”

When he opened his eyes, he was confused by the reflection. The mirror showed Olivia and Barbara standing on opposite sides of a very pretty girl in a white blouse and black skirt, but Parker’s reflection was missing. Then, when he realized that the very pretty girl was, in fact, him, he panicked.”

“Red,” he whispered in shock.

“What?” Olivia asked.

“Red! My hair! It’s red!” He was shaking.

“Yes, with gold highlights.” Barbara smiled at him. “It came out beautifully, didn’t it?”

It was too much for him to process. The red hair, cut in a decidedly feminine, pixie hair cut, above perfectly sculpted, arched eyebrows, impeccable, Club-style eye makeup, bright red lipstick and then the waitress uniform. How could that be him? It couldn’t be him, could it? No! There’s no way that was him. This was a joke! This was a beautiful, young woman – certainly younger than him. Maybe nineteen or so, but younger than him.

“Shit,” he whispered.

“Don’t you like it?” Barbara asked a little surprised.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” he muttered on and on.

“She’s just surprised,” Olivia said. “She’ll get used to it. I think she looks absolutely perfect, Barb. Thank you.”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” he kept muttering.

‘I’m a woman, now,’ he thought. ‘I don’t look at all like a man. I look like I’m my own baby sister. I won’t be able to go out like this. Even without fluffing up my hair, I’ll still look like a cute, little high school senior! I’m dead. I’m dead. I’m dead.’

On the outside, though, he just kept saying, ‘Shit, shit, shit, shit...”

“Alright, baby,” Olivia was beginning to get worried about his reaction. “Calm down, baby. Come on. This is how things need to be right now. Just calm down.”

But he couldn’t. He just kept muttering, “Shit,” over and over and it grew louder and louder until it was nearly a scream.

And then both women jumped back in shock.

“Oh, my God!” They both exclaimed as they looked at the floor, heard the sound of water and watched the puddle of yellow urine pool around Parker’s feet.

“Parker!” Olivia called to him, but he was in some kind of an intense daze, still screaming that one word over and over.

Finally, she turned him and firmly shook his shoulders. “Parker!” she yelled. “Parker! Baby! Snap out of it!”

It took a moment, but his eyes focused on her. “Livy? What did you do to me?”

“I did what we discussed, Park. Now, you can work as a waitress and not be embarrassed. No one will know.”

“I’ll know, Liv! I’ll know. I’m gone, Livy! I’m gone! There’s nothing left of me!”

“Ok, calm down, Parker and take a breath. Barb, do you have a towel I could use to wipe him off?”

“Of course.” Barbara opened a cabinet and handed Olivia a clean white towel.

“Ok, Park.” Olivia was using that maternal tone again. “I’m going to have you just step out of your flip flops and step over here, ok? Just be careful not to step into the puddle.”

“Puddle?” He looked down and could not believe what he saw. “Jesus Christ! Did I wet myself!?”

“You did, baby, but don’t worry. You were just in shock. Everything’s ok, now, though. Livy will take care of you. Just step over here, carefully. That’s a girl.”

Once he was clear of the mess, Olivia said, “Reach under your skirt and pull off your panties, baby. Don’t lift your skirt up and no one will see anything.”

Parker did as instructed as discretely as possible, horrified to see that his pretty, silky panties were soaked. They were put into a plastic bag to be taken home.

Olivia knelt, reached under the skirt and used the towel to dry him. Barbara provided a container of makeup wipes that Olivia used to cleanse him, thoroughly.

Parker was concerned that, without being tucked into his panties, he may develop an obvious erection, but his psyche had taken such a hit that he wasn’t sure if he’d ever get a hard-on again.

Barbara mopped up the urine as Olivia finished up with Parker. “Why don’t you just wait here for me for a couple of minutes, Parker,” Olivia said. “I’ll run across the street to Marcus’s and get you some clean panties. Then, we can walk over there and get your shoes. Ok?”

Parker just nodded, hoping that at some point he’d get a handle on what was happening to him. He sat in the waiting area, his legs crossed tightly to ensure that Barbara couldn’t see anything untoward.

“Are you ok?” Barbara asked him.

“I will be,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Parker. I was only doing what I thought you wanted. Honestly, though, no one’s going to know that you’re a guy unless you tell them. I think you’ll start enjoying looking pretty once you get used to it. I certainly do and all the ladies I take care of here do, too.”

He nodded.

“Come look in the mirror, again, with me.”

He stood and looked in the mirror with Barbara standing behind him, at least a head or more taller than him.

“Just look at yourself as if you were looking at a woman,” Barbara encouraged. “Tell me what you see.”

He sighed. “I see... a pretty girl.”

“Describe her to me.”

“Well... she’s young – like eighteen or nineteen. She’s got a pretty face, very pretty, really. Nice legs. Little breasts. Very pretty, though.”

“See,” Barbara said in a sing song voice. “Now, what’s wrong with that? When the time comes, it can all be undone. I promise. Until then, enjoy being pretty. How many men ever get to see things from the other side? You’re really very lucky.”

He smiled for the first time that day. “I guess you’re right... and Livy seems to like it.”

“Who wouldn’t love her husband to look like this?” Barbara patted his back. “I wish my husband would give it a try.”

That seemed odd to Parker, but it did help to explain the large number of female patrons at The El Camino.

“There is one thing still missing, though,” Barbara stepped over to a desk and pulled out something. “And don’t worry. This can be undone, too. I promise.”

When Olivia came back into the store with a bag with new panties, she was more than a little shocked to see Parker standing by the mirror, admiring the three earrings that Barbara had installed in each of his ears.

“Oh, Look, Parker,” Barbara said. “Go show Livy how pretty you look with your new jewelry.”

Looking much more comfortable about his look than he had just ten minutes earlier, Parker smiled as he turned his head to display the faux diamonds and pink glass-stones that now adorned his ears. “See?” He said, strangely happy.

“Aww,” Olivia made a mother-who’s-proud-of-her-daughter face and said to Barbara, “my little baby’s all grown up.”

After they left the salon, Olivia wasted no time hustling Parker into Marcus’s where she bought him a pair of very comfortable pumps with a two inch heel. They were very easy for Parker to adapt to, which was a good thing because Olivia insisted that he continue to wear them all day.

They made a quick stop at Old Navy to pick up some inexpensive skirts, tops and dresses, then she insisted that they walk around the mall so that he got used to the shoes, the feel of the skirt, and, essentially passing as a women.

He did pretty well.

At one point, while picking up his dinner, Japanese chicken with fried rice and vegetables, he dropped his straw and he bent to pick it up. Olivia quickly moved behind him to keep his modesty, and she explained how to squat in a skirt to pick up something from the floor. After that, Olivia seemed extremely clumsy, dropping things everywhere they went and each time asked Parker to pick it up. Each time he was more and more adept at maintaining his girlish modesty.

She also forced him to speak to clerks everywhere they went and each time it got easier and easier.

By the time Olivia left for work that evening, Parker was exhausted and already in his lacy pink nightie with the puffy sleeves, watching last night’s Jeopardy on the DVR. The cable had been turned back on the previous Friday and Parker had missed his favorite game show more than he’d realized.

“Oh, I wish I could stay here with you,” Olivia leaned over to kiss him goodbye, “so I could have my way with you!”

Parker smiled up at her. “Well, if you’re up for it when you get home, wake me.”

After she’d left, though, he got to thinking about the last thirty six hours or so. Ok, you could, maybe, justify the clothes and hair as being financial necessities, but other things had changed even more drastically than his clothes and hair.

Sex, for instance.

Their sex life had always been good... well, fine, anyway. Very heterosexual, very quiet, very vanilla, excepting for the fact that Livy had always been ‘the aggressor’ in their relationship. That was fine. When you’re a five foot four inch man with a slight physique and your wife is a physically fit, nearly five foot nine woman, you accept the fact that you’re not the strongest person in the relationship.

But now... he had actually become ‘the woman.’ Pretty hair, pretty makeup, pretty perfume, pretty nightie.

The nightie.

It was a disgustingly feminine item that dripped with girly lace and almost infantilized the wearer. It was appalling in its ability to diminish the person wearing it to the status of woman-child. Puffy sleeves – Ridiculous! Dripping in lace – Absurd! Yards and yards of wastefully flowing, silky material – Disgraceful! Bubble gum pink – Childish! It was an abomination to any free right thinking person, male or female, and it was the most wondrously perfect item of clothing he’d ever worn. He adored it and, unquestionably, Livy adored him wearing it.

But what did Livy really think of him when she looked at him wearing it? That made him a little concerned.

And what did she think of him when she saw how he reacted to being penetrated by her?

He knew that his reactions were those of a women experiencing the same thing. No. Not a woman. Women had actual real vaginas. They could, of course, have anal intercourse, but that wasn’t the norm. Who had anal intercourse and enjoyed like he had? Gay men, of course. He had, for all intents and purposes, become the ‘bottom’ in a gay affair with Livy being the ‘top.’ Did she still see him as a man? As her husband? Did he care? And if she did see him as her ‘bottom,’ then how could he discuss this with her without admitting that he loved his new role and wanted more sex like they’d had since yesterday? Because he did love it! It was amazing! He couldn’t discuss it without telling her he wanted to go even further and that just couldn’t happen. Not yet, anyway. Maybe someday.

When she did finally get home at nearly 3:00 the next morning, she found Parker curled up in a ball on top of the bed clothes, his feet curled up within the folds of the pick nightie. He’d taken off his makeup, but with the cute, red hair with the gold highlights in that precious style... oh, she could just devour him right then and there, but she thought that she’d let him sleep so he’d be ready for his big night.

She went into the lavatory and got changed. As she was brushing he teeth, there was a gentle tap on the door, then it opened a little way. “Livy?” Parker whispered through the crack he’d opened the door. “Are you up for it?”

She pulled the door open further, pulling him partway into the lav, and she stopped his momentum with a kiss on his lips. “I am if you are.”

“Oh, I am.” He was actually giggling with excitement. How cute!

“I’ll be right out,” she kissed him again and sent him on his way.

When she did come out of the lav, he was waiting, laying on his back, the crests of his bra visible through his nightie. What a wonderful sight to come home to. Her perfect little woman.

“You’re wearing pajamas,” Parker said with quiet surprise. “You never wear pajamas.”

She smiled. “I thought that at least one of us needed to wear the pants in this bedroom. Come here.”

Parker got up and took the few steps he needed to take to reach Olivia. “Kneel down.” It wasn’t a command, but it certainly was a firm statement and he immediately did as he was told.

Slowly, very slowly, she untied the belt of her pajama bottoms, then lowered them to reveal her womanhood. “I want a blowjob,” she said in that same firm tone, and again, Parker acquiesced to her wishes. Starting slowly, with little licks and kisses, he soon had her worked up into a frenzy. She clutched his head tightly to her groin and she thrust herself firmly into his face, demanding more and more enthusiastic tonguing from the man who knelt in supplication before her. When she looked down at him, his pretty hair and abundant nightie were all that could be seen. She’d never been a big fan of oral sex, but now she understood why men liked it. It wasn’t just the feel of a lover’s tongue on your genitals, it was the feeling of power one got from looking down at someone in such a submissive position before them. The fact that this submissive was once a confident man, but now was a willing sissy in what was a very youthful, pink with virginal white lace nightie, made her feeling of dominance even more powerful.

When she could take no more, she pulled his head away. “Get on the bed. I’ll be right there.”

He did as he was told and he watched as Olivia opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out what looked like a panty made of straps. She stepped into it, tightened it around her, the pulled out last night’s sex toy, which she inserted between the straps, holding the large penis in place where just a moment ago, her vagina had been visible.

Then she took some KY and poured it into her hand, and massaged it into the pliable silicon dick.

“Get on your knees,” she instructed and he obeyed, turning his back to her, as she climbed up onto the bed. “On all fours,” she whispered into his ear, “like a little little puppy. A little female puppy. My cute little, girly puppy.”

Just the words were nearly too much for him to take. He complied immediately.

“Such a pretty little nightie,” Olivia said in a seductive growl. “Someone must have loved you an awful lot to have bought you such a pretty nightie.” She raised the hem, exposing his panties, the back of which she then lowered to his bent knees. “And such a pretty fanny, too. No ugly hair. Just soft, smooth skin and my pretty baby’s vagina, the prettiest thing of all.”

Parker was already panting as the tip of the fake penis touched the rim of his anus. Last night, Olivia had played with with his opening for a long time, eventually inching the toy into him. It was blissful.

Tonight, though, without any warning, she suddenly thrust the phallus deep within him. He let put a surprised squeal of exquisite pain. It was painful and wonderful! Intrusive and welcome! It was the most alien and most welcome feeling he’d ever experienced in his entire life. He wanted it out of him almost as badly as he wanted it to penetrate even deeper, but more than anything, he wanted it to keep moving!

He pulled forward and felt the invading form move towards leaving him, so he slammed back against Livy so that it would push as deeply as possible back into him. He repeated that motion and he swung his hips from side to side just trying to keep some movement continuing. He was wagging his bottom in excitement as he attempted to keep the rod within him in constant motion.

It was huge and it was in him!

In him!

Straight men didn’t feel these things, but he was feeling it! He was feeling it and he wanted to feel more!

He began grunting and moaning, but he wasn’t even aware of it. All of his focus was on the sensations caused by his wife’s penis invading him, tearing him in half in the most amazing way possible.

Olivia heard the grunts and moans though. There was nothing male about them. They were the sounds of a female in rut. That’s what Parker had become. He was reacting entirely on instinct, deep-seated, female instinct. He wasn’t just trying to feel passion, he was trying to bring his lover to an explosive orgasm that would impregnate him. He wasn’t a cute little, female puppy, he was a bitch in heat.

She leaned over him, grabbed his wrists and forced him to grab the headboard so that he now knelt erect. The toy never left his opening. Now, she pulled herself close, her firm belly pressed to the small of his feminine back. “Come,” she grunted as she thrust over and over and over. “Come, you little slut. Scream for me and come in those pretty, silky panties. Be my bitch. Come, baby. Come.”

And he came. He came again and again and again. When he was done, his panties were nearly was wet from his release as they had been at the salon when he’d peed into them. Through his spasms, Olivia remained pressed as deeply as possible into his guts.

When, at last, she did pull out, he grunted and began to weep.

“Baby?” Olivia was suddenly very concerned. “Baby? Are you ok?”

He turned and threw his arms around her neck, sobbing into her shoulder. “That was wonderful,” he gasped.

On Tuesday morning, Parker did find that he was a bit bruised on and in his posterior, but he’d do it all again to relive that ecstasy.

After breakfast, Olivia dressed him in little, mustard yellow dress, with white polka dots she’d found at Old Navy for a good price. It had a rounded, jersey style neck line, not unlike a tee shirt, sleeves that ended just at the elbow and a swing skirt down below, that hung playfully at his knees. It was a little stretchy and pulled over his head, also like a tee shirt. It was remarkably comfortable and it made him feel free and flirty.

The entire day was spent out in public, doing ‘research’ to be sure that Parker could pass as a woman.

By 4:30, when they got home so that Olivia could change into her scrubs and Parker could change into his waitress attire, he was very surprised to find that he was actually very comfortable with his new look. In fact, he’d had a pretty great day pretending to be a woman. He’d gotten lots of compliments and he felt confident about himself. This wasn’t going to be so hard, after all.

“Are you ready to go?” Olivia asked as she grabbed her purse.

“Yeah, but I don’t need to leave for another half hour, or so. Why?”

“No, baby, I’m driving you, tonight. Pootie will drive you home. I don’t want you to have any problems driving on your first night out in heels.”

They drove through downtown to The El Camino where she pulled up in front of the club, which was not yet open.

“Well,” Parker took a deep breath, “I guess this is it!”

Olivia leaned over and kissed his cheek. Then she handed him a little clutch-purse. “You’ll do great, baby. Here, take this. I put a tube of lipstick and some mascara in there in case you need it. If you have any problems, just ask Pootie or one of the other girls for help.”

He nodded. “Ok. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby. Knock ‘em dead!”

He smiled and climbed out of the car, then waved as Olivia pulled away. He took another deep breath and entered The El Camino.

“Excuse me, Miss,” Justine called from behind the bar, “we’re not open, yet. Can I help you?” He wiped his hands on a rag and walked around the bar to stop this stranger’s entrance into the club.

“It’s me Justine.” Parker waved.

Justine squinted at the woman. “Me who?”

“Parker.”

Justine stopped dead in his tracks, then his face broke into a huge grin. “Oh, good God in Heaven, it is you! I don’t believe it! Honey, you’re adorable.”

He bounced over to Parker and threw a bear hug around him, nearly crushing him.

“Oh, darling you’re just a perfect, little doll! Where did you get that wig? It looks so real and it suits you perfectly!!!” By this time, he was holding Parker at arms’ length and looking in amazement at the perky young woman before him.

“It’s not a wig. It’s my hair. I had it cut and dyed. Do you like it?”

“Like it!? Sweetie, I ADORE it, sweetie! Has Pootie seen it?”

Parker shook his head.

“Oh, baby, she is going to just DIE when she sees you! Let’s go show Kate!”

Kate could not help but laugh when Justine brought Parker into her office. “What happened, Parker!? Just a couple of days ago, you swore that you’d never dress to be a server. Now, you don’t even look like an impersonator. You look like a real woman. What happened?”

Parker was sitting cross legged, his back straight, not touching the chair. “Basic accounting, Kate.” He smiled. “My wife and I need money and I can make more looking like this.”

“Uh huh,” Kate said skeptically. “And your wife? How does she feel about this?”

Parker chuckled. “She’s a bit more enthusiastic than I’d like to admit.”

“I bet she is,” Kate gave a full blown laugh at this. “I just bet she is.”

There was an awkward moment as Kate just shook her head. “Well, my dear, we need to make you a new name tag before the doors open. Have you chosen a name?”

He shrugged. “I figured I’d just stick with ‘Parker.’ You know, like that actress, Parker Posey. No one questioned me when I used my own name out in public today. Is that ok?”

Kate shook her head. “I wouldn’t recommend it,” she said. “This is a small town, honey, and, if you ever want to go back to your old life, I don’t think you’ll want everyone knowing who you are while you’re working here. Especially people from Allegro. Eventually you will run into one of them while your working here and it’ll be easier for you to have an alias. Trust me.”

“Ok. What would you suggest?”

Kate typed onto a laptop, then turned the screen towards him. “Here is a list of girl’s names. Pick one.”

He glanced at the screen for just a moment and said, “Abby.”

“Abby?” Kate asked. She screwed her face up and didn’t look too pleased. “Abby is a little too... goody-goody, don’t you think? Why did you pick Abby?”

“Because the first name was Ava and I don’t like that. Abigail was second, so I said ‘Abby.’”

Kate shook her head. “Abby just will not due, young lady,” she laughed. “Tell you what. I’ll pick a name for you and I’ll bring your name tag out to you before the doors open. Now, go see Pootie. I just heard his voice out there. I’m sure he’s excited to see you.”

As the door closed, Kate heard a high pinched, drag-Queen screech. “OH MY GOD! I HAVE A LITTLE SISTER! YOU’RE GORGEOUS!” Obviously, Pootie approved.

Just as the doors were opening, Kate came onto the floor and handed Parker a new name tag. Then she walked away.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding!” Parker called, stopping her in her tracks,

She stopped and turned to him, smiling. “You should have picked out your own name.”

“And this is better than ‘Abby?’”

She laughed. “I think it’s very cute. Just like you!”

Parker shook his head and attached the pin to his blouse. From now on, to everyone in the club, he would forever be known as ‘Pixie.’

It was a slow Tuesday night, which suited Parker just fine. It gave him time to get used to everything and, aside from a few men who got a little too handsy, things were going great. He found that he could flirt with everyone, men and women alike, and that he was really enjoying being a bit flamboyant - like the other girls.

Twice he was asked why a real woman like him would work with all these female impersonators. His first inclination was to just say he did it because it was a good job, but eventually he started teasing customers by saying, “Real woman? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

As usual, Pootie’s show was dynamite and the audience loved him. Parker was so amazingly proud of his older brother. He wished he’d come to see him years ago, but he was caught up in the dull, day to day life of an accountant. He didn’t even realize there were things beyond his job that he should have been experiencing.

As the evening was drawing to a close, Pootie addressed his audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for being such a great audience! I just love you, so, so much!”

The audience applauded appreciatively.

“Now, I know she’s going to kill me for doing this, but I am so excited about something that I just have to share it with you! You see, when I was growing up, I was a very confused boy – I know, big surprise, right!? Anyway, there was only one person who really understood me, back then. He was my rock! Always there to support me and tell me when I was being a bitch!”

The audience laughed at that.

“That person was my little brother, Parker, and I wish that he could be here tonight, but, unfortunately, I found out tonight that my little brother is, alas, no more.”

“Oh...” the audience moaned in sympathy.

“Oh, don’t feel bad for me!” Pootie laughed. “Parker’s not dead! He’s just been reborn into the most beautiful girl in the room!”

Parker felt his heart beating faster. Everything had been fine up until this point. Was Pootie really going to ‘out’ him in front of all of these people!? So much for the anonymity that Kate had encouraged him to maintain. Leave it to Pootie to have to make a show of everything.

“And now,” Patrick, in his most Pootie way, continued, “I’m going to have Donna and Paula drag my brand new little sister up here, onto the stage so you can meet her. Grab her, girls.”

The two big waitresses each grabbed one of Parker’s arms and led him onto the stage. Parker was red with embarrassment, but kind of enjoying being the center of attention, too. It had been a long time since he’d played Seymour in his high school’s production of ‘Little Shop Of Horrors.’

“Ladies and gentlemen, here she is! My brand new little sister – PIXIE!”

The audience erupted in support and surprise. Parker smiled and waved, then accepted a hug and a kiss from his brother. It occurred to him that this was probably the first time they’d ever exchanged kisses. Why? Why didn’t brothers tell each other they loved each other and show it with kisses? That needed to change.

“Ok. So she hasn’t killed me – YET – but she probably will in a minute. You see, about two years ago, my late brother and I had a few drinks and he loosened up a little, and we sang some karaoke. You know what? He was darned good. So, tonight, to celebrate her rebirth as Pixie, I’ve asked the band to play one of the songs she sang that night.”

“Poot! No!” Parker was scared at the prospect of singing in front of these people, but couldn’t help but smile at his impetuous brother. The band began playing ‘Shake It Off’ by Taylor Swift and Parker nearly collapsed from surprise and fear. He waved at Pootie and started heading for the stairs, but Paula and Donna were blocking his path.

“Let’s give her some encouragement!” Pootie called into the mic. Then, he began a chant of “Pix-ie! Pix-ie!” until Parker had no option but to take the mic.

“I am going to kill you,” the diminutive girl said to the grinning star. Then, she began singing –

“I stay out too late, got nothin' in my brain
That's what people say, mmm hmm, that's what people say, mmm hmm

I go on too many dates, but I can't make 'em stay
At least that's what people say mmm mmm, that's what people say mmm mmm

But I keep cruising, can't stop, won't stop moving
It's like I got this music in my mind, sayin' gonna be alright”

By the time he reached the chorus of the song, Parker was having a blast and Pootie had joined him in singing.

“'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off”

They got a huge round of applause and when he left the stage, all the waitresses were waiting to give him hugs. When he’d been thoroughly crushed by the breasts of the bigger men in skirts, the next person waiting to hug him was Olivia.

“Livy!? What are you doing here!?” He accepted the biggest hug from her.

“I got off early,” she said with a wide smile. ”Pootie told me he was going to do and I just had to be here to see your debut. You guys were great!” She hugged him, again.

As he pulled out of the hug, Kate appeared with a big smirk on her face. “Well, aren’t you just full of surprises, little lady!?” She shook her head. “Cash out your tables, then I want to see you, your wife and your brother in my office. We need to talk, little girl.”
 
 
To Be Continued...

Marriage is a Compromise: 3 Final

 

New opportunities arise for Parker. He finds that being Pixie has its pros and cons
and there are some pretty severe consequences to loving his life as a woman. This all
began as a way to ease stress in his marriage, but now it looks like continuing along
this path may destroy his relationship with his wife. Lots of decisions to be made!
This is the final installment of this story.

I don't know if this chapter warrants an X rating or not, but it is certainly the most graphic
story I have ever written.

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Author's Note: I hope that you enjoyed it and thank you to everyone who has commented or emailed. PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! Leave your comments and critiques. I love reading them and they are very helpful feed back for me as I try to constantly improve my writing ~Clara.
 
This version of Marriage is a Compromise: 3 Final has been updated with many corrections towards spelling and grammar. ~Sephrena.
 
Image Credit: Image created through the use of ai at https://perchance.org/beautiful-people . ~Sephrena.

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Chapter 3
 

"Make yourselves comfortable," Kate said as Patrick, Parker and Olivia entered her office. "Grab a snack and a drink from my kitchenette. We're going to be here a while."

Pootie seemed unperturbed about being called into his boss's office, but Parker and Olivia were very concerned. They had, after all, just been through a financial disaster due to the strike at Allegro. They really couldn't take another financial hit right now.

"If you don't mind me asking, Kate," Olivia took the lead, "what is this all about? I mean, did Parker do something wrong? Is he getting fired? Because, honestly, I kinda pushed him in this direction. If I pushed too far or too quickly, we can back off on his look."

"YOU pushed him in this direction?" Kate asked. "Really? Now, that is interesting!"

Olivia blinked at that remark.

"Don't worry, Livy," Pootie said. "If Kate had an issue with anything happening in the club, she wouldn't beat around the bush, would you Kate?"

Kate just smiled at her star.

"This is about what just happened on stage, am I right darling?" Pootie was still in his over the top stage mode.

Again, Kate's only response was a smile.

"I'm sorry, Kate," Parker joined the conversation, holding on to Olivia's hand for support. "I know that I shouldn't have been on the stage. It just sort of happened and... well... don't blame Poot. I could have said no, you know..."

"Oh, please," Patrick interrupted. "No one says no to Pootie and besides, you loved every second of it, little sister. I watched you. You can't deny it."

"Alright, Alright," Kate called everyone to order with her raised voice. "Firstly, no one did anything wrong. Secondly, I need to know what Olivia, it is Olivia, correct? We haven't really been introduced."

"Oh... yes," Olivia stood and reached across Kate's desk to shake hands. "I'm sorry. I'm Olivia Corbet, Parker's wife. The woman tending bar told be you were Kate."

"Nice to meet you, Olivia," Kate shook her hand. "Now, when you say you 'pushed' our little Pixie, here, what exactly do you mean."

"Oh... well... Parker wasn't really interested in dressing for work, but after I heard about how much money he could make... I kinda forced him to try it. He really didn't want to."

Kate looked at Parker, the turned back to Olivia with an incredulous look on her face. "You FORCED him?"

"Yes."

"Well, that I do not believe. I cannot believe that any man, even one as petite as Parker, could be FORCED to become the person sitting here right now. This person enjoys being a girl, that's very obvious. Has this 'change' in his behavior impacted your sex life?"

Olivia sat back in her chair, then folded first her arms and then her legs as she stared at Kate.

"I beg your pardon?"

Kate laughed off Olivia's reaction. "Look, Olivia, I'm not interested in what you do in your own bed, but I want to be sure that what I am about to propose doesn't interfere with what happens there. Am I making myself clear?"

"No. Not at all," Olivia remained in her protective position.

"Livy," Pootie jumped in, "I think that Kate is trying to offer Parker a more lucrative position here, but that position might require still more... modifications... and she wants to be sure that you're ok with them and that they don't interfere with your marriage. Right, Kate?"

"Exactly," Kate agreed. "Because that is the very last thing I'd want to do."

Olivia finally relaxed, a bit. "Ok. I see, but, well, I know that Parker and I are new to this business, but I want to make something clear before we go on. Our personal life is our own business. We are not going to discuss things that happen between us with you. No offense, but what doesn't impact his work here is none of your business."

Already a bit uncomfortable about being called into Kate's office and feeling more vulnerable than ever do to his new persona, Parker sat holding Olivia's hand, grateful that she was there to speak for him.

"Understood," Kate smiled, "but let me ask you a question, Olivia. You're a nurse, right? Does that job impact your home life at all?"

"No. Not really." Olivia considered things for a moment. "I mean, it's a good job that pays pretty well, so there's that kind of impact. Other than that, no."

"So, working all kinds of hours... that doesn't impact your home life?"

"A little, I suppose..."

"And when you come home in your scrubs, do you immediately change into sexy clothes for your husband?"

"No. Of course not, but..."

"And if you think about it, is your manner and way of speaking maybe more... clinical than it was when you were younger?"

This question flummoxed Olivia a moment. "Well... Yeah... I suppose I get what you mean. I do speak a certain way at work and I guess some of that comes home with me, sure. I mean, Park says that I'm the only woman he knows who 'mansplains' everything to him. That's probably because I'm used to kind of pontificating on the job. So what's your point?"

"My point is," Kate was still smiling, "the attitudes that we take on when we're doing our jobs eventually will become who we are. Now, I was on the floor for about an hour tonight and I watched our little Pixie fluttering from table to table. Every now and again I would see a hint of Parker - a smile, or a slouch of the shoulder - but for the most part, I just saw a hard working, young woman named Pixie out there. That's great, but I am telling you from experience, he's going to change a lot as Pixie emerges. It's only natural."

Olivia shot a worried glance at Parker, then returned her attention to Kate. "Look, Kate, we worked hard over the weekend to get Park ready for tonight. He learned a lot about being a woman, but he's still Parker and he can go back to being his old self with a haircut and a dye job. His eyebrows will grow back and the holes in his ears will heal. So none of this is a huge deal, right? As long as he's happy here and for as long as he needs to be working here, what difference does it make?"

"The difference, Livy," Patrick touched his sister-in-law's upper arm with affection, "is that he's not going to be working in an office with professional, reserved women. He's going to be working here, with a bunch of flamboyant queens. That doesn't mean that he's going to suddenly turn gay or anything, but he's definitely going to develop a swish to his step. Once that becomes second nature, you're going to see that seeping into his behavior at home too. It's inevitable."

"And that swish has broken up more than one marriage," Kate said seriously, "including my own."

That statement surprised both Parker and Olivia.

"Yes," Patrick said to his boss, "but to be perfectly honest, Justine was already curious about playing for my team before she started working here. I take full responsibility for the swishiness, but you know that she was already seeing a little twink on the sly before she came to The El."

"Justine?" Parker was very surprised. "He was your husband?"

"For eleven happy years," Kate said, sadly. "Well, ten happy years, then one long, difficult year of revelations and reevaluations. It was a tough thing to go through and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, Liv. That's why we're having this chat, now. If Parker continues to work at The El Camino as a waitress, then you're bound to see him develop some more effeminate behavior, but if I offer him a job on the stage with Pootie, then all of those mannerisms will need to be amped up, a lot. So, you're going to see a lot more - as Pootie and the girls on the floor refer to it - 'Swish' in his behavior. It may even go further than that, if he really wants to follow in Pootie's footsteps."

Olivia digested all of this. Parker was never a macho guy, that would have seemed very incongruous for someone as tiny as him, but he'd never been effeminate- until two days ago when she kind of forced all of this on to him. Why, just a few minutes ago, when they'd entered Kate's Office, she'd watched with pride as he smoothed his skirts beneath him when he sat. She doubted that he'd ever become a 'screaming queen,' but how would she feel about him if he was a truly swishy sissy?

But then - what if he weren't a sissy? What if he actually lived as a women and stayed at The El Camino when Allegro went back to work? That might actually be quite nice. She did like him this way. Could they maintain a relationship like that?

"Look," Olivia said, still trying to sort out her thoughts, "I love Park. Nothing is going to change that, but you've given me a lot to think about. The last two days have been a lot of fun for me - for both of us. It was like I had a little sister to dress up and teach everything about being a woman. It's been a blast, but..." she stopped to think some more.

"What about the bedroom?" Kate asked.

"Again," Olivia's face smiled, but her tone did not, "none of your business."

"Ok," Kate gave a knowing nod, "but I guarantee that things have already changed. I'm not stupid, Liv. I can see that you guys are enjoying this. Don't be embarrassed. Since I came here, I've seen it happen many times. Formally traditional couples find some cross dressing exciting and it all seems like some innocent fun, but not every woman is able to live with the long term consequences of that fun. Do you think that you can?"

Olivia was very uncomfortable with all of this and she didn't immediately answer, so Kate continued, her voice as kind as she could make it. "I just want you to think about that as you consider the offer that I'm about to make to our little Pixie, here."

Kate's attention turned to Parker. "Pixie, you did a great job tonight, both as a waitress and on stage, and I am very happy that you're taking the opportunities that The El Camino is offering seriously. I believe that the boys and girls that work for me should be well paid for their work. It's good for moral and it's just good business. Understand?"

Parker nodded.

"That being said, I'd like to offer you another opportunity. Pootie is the Queen of The El, as you know, and she is a brilliant performer, obviously. Over the past couple of years, we've been constructing a great show, but finding classy female impersonators is difficult - gaudy drag queens are everywhere, but we've been looking for another performer of Pootie's caliber for a long time, haven't we, Pootie?"

"No, Kate," he smiled. "YOU'VE been looking for a long time. I knew exactly who I wanted, but I never in a million years dreamed it would be possible. And I never would have asked you up to the stage if you hadn't come in looking so picture-perfect tonight, Park. It just all came together - like fate! Like kismet!"

"Or maybe like hubris," Kate interrupted. "Let's just be careful moving forward, shall we?"

Parker and Olivia looked at each other and each smiled, sadly.

"Maybe," Parker said, "we shouldn't even discuss having me join Poot's show, then, Liv. I don't want anything to come between us."

Olivia looked as if she was going to cry. Frankly, so did he.

"If that's what you want, baby." Olivia was very sincere.

He nodded, resolved, but not sure if he should be happy with that resolution.

"Listen, Park," Patrick spoke quietly, fraternally. "I just want you to know what you may be able to make if you join me, ok? Kate and I are going to throw this out there and I'll never mention it again. If you ever want to join me, though, all you have to do is say so. And remember, no matter what, I love you, right?"

"Ok, Poot," Parker nodded. "I love you, too."

Patrick smiled. "Thanks, Bud." He smiled at his little brother. "Ok, so, my income does fluctuate a little from year to year because that's the nature of an entertainer's life, and if you were to join me, at least at first, I'd still be the headliner, so Kate and I have discussed things and until we became co-headliners, I'd probably make about ten percent more than you."

"Sure, Poot." Parker assumed that Patrick was being evasive because he was going to tell him that he'd have to take a cut in pay in order to join the show. That was ok. If that was the case, Parker would just continue waiting tables.

"Also," Patrick unbuttoned his dress a bit, "my pay did increase a bit after I committed to getting these." He revealed his brassiere covered breasts to the room.

"Pootie!?" Olivia's eyes were wide. "Those are real!?"

"They are," he smiled. "The finest silicon encased in my own, supple flesh, Liv. Vincent and I discussed it and we approached it as a business investment, but I'm not going to lie - it's changed our relationship. Something like this makes change inevitable. But that's not something that Park would ever be required to do, unless you both decided to do it."

He buttoned the dress up again. "Any way, my loves," he continued, "the long and the short of all of this is - if Park decides to join the show, then, after the rehearsal cycle is over and he's full time on the stage, then he would be making a minimum of two-hundred-thousand dollars. Within six months, that could go up by about twenty-five thousand and, if, at some point down the road, he should decide to opt for some... modifications such as mine - then he'd probably end up making in the neighborhood of three-hundred-and-seventy-five-thousand."

The room was silent as Olivia and Parker absorbed this.

Finally, Parker asked, "Poot, do, you seriously make that much money every year?"

"I do, but..." Patrick looked to Kate to help with the explanation.

"Parker, I own fifty-two percent of this club, but I have two partners in this business as well. Justine owns fifteen percent and your brother owns the rest. He is a very rich guy, Parker, and he wants to share that with you, but, if you choose this route, it's not an easy road. So, think about it."

"Livy?" Parker asked. "What do you think?"

Olivia looked much more thoughtful than usual. "Park..." her eyes were suddenly watery, "I don't know what to say? I mean, I feel like I pushed you, or guilted you into this situation, but, Park... I don't want to lose you, baby. I love you so much... I'm afraid, baby. Maybe we need to put the brakes on all of this and take stock."

Olivia felt bile in her throat. What had she done? What had started out as some sexy fun might actually end up destroying the happy life she was trying to protect.

Olivia stood and took her husband's right hand in her left, like a mother and child. With her right hand, she reached across Kate's desk and shook her hand. "Thank you for being so forthright about all of this, Kate. I appreciate it."

"I hope that I didn't scare you off, Liv. I just wanted you to know what you were getting into." Kate looked disappointed with the way the meeting was ending.

Olivia turned to her brother-in-law, her gaze glancing at his bosom before rising to her face.

"Livy," Patrick looked for the right words to say, "we're not saying that any of the things we discussed would definitely happen to you guys. Please consider the offer. I'd really love for Pixie to join the show and become..."

"Parker," Olivia interrupted. "My husband's name is Parker. Not Pixie." Tears flowed now as she turned and led a silent Parker out the door to their car.

They rode in silence and Parker was surprised when she pulled into an all night dinner that was about halfway back to their house. "I need a coffee." She said without any invitation for Parker to join her, but he did anyway.

The train-car-style dinner had a wonderful 1930's look to it, but neither were able to enjoy it.

The waitress brought Olivia a coffee and Parker and orange juice, but neither spoke. Each thought that, perhaps, things had already gone too far, but both felt so guilty that neither could think of anything to say. Was their marriage over? How could something this destructive have happened so quickly?

"Well, hello there," someone said from the edge of their booth. "My goodness, Parker, don't you just look adorable?" It was Bridget, Parker's colleague from Allegro. Her look was smug and intolerant and somehow morally imperious.

Suddenly, all of the training that Olivia had given to Parker and all of the confidence he had gained at the club was gone. He wasn't a cute girl in a waitress outfit, he was a man who had been infantilized and feminized by his wife. Both of them felt ashamed of the position in which they had been discovered and Bridget seemed to sense it, too, and she seemed to enjoy the discomfort she was inflicting on the younger couple.

"Hi, Bridget," Parker whispered, ashamed.

"So, how is your plan to be a professional sissy coming," Bridget asked, getting more smug by the minute.

"Bridget, please," Parker whispered, again. "This isn't a good time."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she chuckled. "I guess it's not very PC of me to speak that way to you, is it? Well, I'm a bit old fashioned about these things, I guess. When I see people acting like freaks, I guess I just point it out. And let's face it, kids... this is pretty freaky."

Olivia slid to the edge of the booth's bench and stood, saying, "Excuse me," and she headed towards the door.

"Was it something I said?" Bridget mugged an innocent look as she loomed over her former supervisor, who sat prettily in a little white blouse and black skirt.

Parker slid himself to the edge of his bench and stood.

"Oh, you're not leaving, too are you?" Bridget spoke with great and irritating condescension. "Here, spin around, young lady. Let me get a good look at you."

Parker ground his teeth and was determined not to make a scene in the diner. He stood on his tip toes and strained to reach Bridget's ear. Then, speaking very quietly, "You're a fucking asshole, Bridget," he said as he turned and hurried to catch up with his wife.

"Is that anyway for a pretty girl to speak?" She called loudly behind him, causing the other customers to turn and pay attention. "Wait until I tell the other girls in accounting that the little Napoleon that drove them like a slave driver is a pretty little girl, now! They'll get such a kick out of it! Oh, wait! Can I get a quick picture?" But Parker was already out the door.

They arrived home without a word being spoken, but Olivia had been crying quietly all the way from the dinner.

When they entered the house, it was dark and stuffy. "You can use the bathroom, first," Olivia finally spoke. "Be sure you wash your face well."

"Ok," a very sad and confused Parker closed the lavatory door behind him.

He took off his clothes, putting the blouse into the hamper and hanging his skirt from a hook on the closet door. He relieved himself, then used the makeup remover and cotton removal pads to clean his face thoroughly. Then he washed it with soap and water and rubbed in the face cream that Livy had given him. Finally, he brushed his teeth and used his mouthwash.

As he entered the bedroom, wearing just a bra and panties, Olivia was standing by the bed. "Take those off and put these on," she said, sadly, her voice cracking a little as she handed him a pile of clothes consisting of a pair of boxers, his ratty gym shorts and an oversized tee shirt.

"Livy..."

Parker tried to speak, but his wife interrupted. "This is all over, now, Park. No more dress up games. I'm sorry I ever started all of this. It was all my fault and I am truly sorry. I love you, Park, and I am not going to lose you. I've made up my mind. This is final. I'll call Barb tomorrow and we'll fix your hair, but starting right now, we're back to the way things were. You're the man and I'm the woman."

She went into the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, she crawled into bed next to Parker, who's back was to her. She spooned in behind him and spoke softly. "Park. You were really great tonight."

"Thanks," He was quiet, too.

"I'm sorry things ended up like the did."

He shrugged.

"I don't want to lose you, baby. We'll get by on your waiter's income until Allegro is open again, ok?"

He shrugged, again.

"Can I at least get a goodnight kiss?"

He rolled towards her and they shared a soft, tender kiss.

"You still love me?" Olivia asked.

"I'll always love you, Livy. Nothing could change that."

She smiled and kissed him again as her hand snuck down and slipped under the waistband of his boxers. They kissed, again. She became more aggressive as her hand dug deeper and gripped his flaccid tool. In spite of himself, Parker did grow harder in her grasp, but he was tired, confused and upset. Still, he wanted to please Olivia, so he concentrated on her its activities.

As soon as he was getting hard, certainly not rigid, Olivia pulled down his trunks and his boxers, straddled him and settled down onto him, enveloping his semi-hardness into her, rocking back and forth with him gripped tightly inside of her.

He came quickly and without much excitement. As soon as he stopped twitching, Olivia climbed off and laid back down. This time, her back has to her husband.

Parker cleaned himself up and rolled back onto his side. They laid like that, back to back, in the darkness and Parker could hear Olivia sniffling back tears until, finally, she fell asleep.

Parker didn't sleep a wink, though. Instead, he just laid in bed, looked at the clock, listened to the sounds outside of the house and contemplated everything that had happened in just a few days. First he was on the brink of losing everything, then he had a pretty good job and a pretty good income. Then he had a better job with a much better income, then he joined Pootie on stage, then, for a few minutes, everything seemed to be incredibly good, but then it all went to hell in a few quick seconds. He needed to figure what would be best for them and he needed to do it quickly, before his marriage was damaged beyond the point of repair.

When the sun came up at 5:30, he was still wide awake and thinking.

At 9:30, Olivia rolled over and saw that, instead of finding Parker's head on his pillow, there was a note that read, "YOU'RE RIGHT, LIVY. I NEED TO BE THE MAN IN OUR RELATIONSHIP. I CALLED BARBARA MYSELF. SHE'S GOING TO HELP ME MAKE EVERYTHING RIGHT FOR US. I'LL BE BACK SOON. LOVE YOU. P."

Too tired and too emotionally wrought to do what she really wanted to do - call Barb and tell her not to cut and color Parker's hair, Olivia rolled over and wept at the thought of losing the little, pretty thing her husband had become. More than anything, at this moment, she wanted her cute little Parker, with that little pixie hair cut, to stay as he was - adorable.

But that couldn't be. Not if she wanted to keep Parker. Obviously, being her little, feminine partner was not what he wanted. After all, he'd gotten up early to have his makeover undone. That made it clear that he'd never wanted any of it. That she had forced it all on him. Geez, how could she have done that to him? She'd make it up to him, though. He seemed to enjoy some parts of it. Maybe they could compromise a little and still have some 'Pixie time' every now and then. For now, though, she needed a little more sleep or she'd be no good on her shift, tonight. She pulled the covers over her head, rolled over and went back to sleep.

She woke up again at 2:00 that afternoon. She could smell coffee and bacon in the kitchen. Parker must be home. She needed to speak to him. They had to work this out. She got up, wrapped her robe around herself and headed down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Hi," Parker said, as Olivia entered the kitchen. "Have a seat. I made egg sandwiches. Here's your coffee."

Olivia stared in shock.

"What?" Parker asked when he saw her astonished look. "Sit. You're sandwich is getting cold."

"Park..." She stuttered over her words, trying to get her thoughts in order, "...I thought we decided..."

"Well, we decided wrong."

Parker removed the flowered, half apron he'd been wearing to cover his new dress. The dress was a white, cotton, halter dress with hundreds of tiny blue and red flowers with green stems and leaves scattered about it. The modest bodice covered his false breast nicely and zipped closed under his left arm. At the high waist, there was a white satin sash, just below which the skirt of the dress exploded into a bountiful umbrella of pleats and it flirted with his legs, ending just below his knees. Below, his slender, but shapely, pale, smooth legs, his little feet were clad in four inch heeled, white sandals.

"Livy, Poot and Kate are wrong. Maybe I'll develop a little more of a swish, but so what. I love you and only you and I'll never be tempted by anyone else - female or male. And, besides, I don't want to ever go back to Allegro or accounting, except, maybe just now and again for The El Camino. I want to stay at The El and I want to work with my big brother, Liv."

She considered all of what he had said and nodded. "But, what about at home?" She looked at the dress more closely. "Are you wearing a petticoat, Park? And why did you go to see Barbara this morning?"

Parker smiled, "I went to Barbara to have my nails and makeup done. I wanted to be a picture perfect housewife for you when you got up."

There was no doubt about it, he had succeeded at that.

"And as for how things are going to be at home, I think we should take that day by day. Today, I feel pretty, so..." he indicated the dress and shoes. "And no," he sat in a chair next to his wife, "I am not wearing a petticoat."

But the way the dress settled, Olivia could see that he was, so she raised the skirt of the dress to reveal the stiff layers of tulle. "Yes, you are, Park," she laughed. "You're wearing a petticoat. Other than when I wore my wedding dress, I haven't worn a petticoat since I was nine. I mean, it's adorable, but it's kind of over the top, isn't it. If the perfect housewife was Leave It To Beaver's mom, then you nailed it, baby."

Parker smoothed out the skirt. "That's not a petticoat. It's sewn into the dress."

She laughed even harder. "It's still a petticoat, Park. Oh, my goodness, I misjudged you! You really do love this girly stuff, don't you?"

Parker leaned forward and kissed her, his beautifully lipsticked lips meeting her unadorned lips.

"Look, Livy," he smiled and the bright red lipstick made his teeth look brighter and whiter than they could possibly be. "The way I see it, marriage is a compromise. Lately, I compromised and took on a job I didn't want and it opened my eyes to a whole new world with opportunities I didn't even know existed. Then I compromised and gave in to wearing women's clothes. I didn't want to do it at all, but it opened my eyes to a relationship with you that was better than anything I could have imagined."

Olivia was shocked to hear all of this. Still scared of the ramifications of her husband being fully feminized, she was at least relieved that he wasn't angry with her for pushing him so hard.

"Last night," he continued, "when we had sex, I know that you didn't find it fulfilling."

"Well..." Olivia was about to protest. What he said was true, but they never really discussed sex before, so it seemed appropriate to protest.

"You know how I know that you weren't satisfied?" Parker interrupted. "Because I wasn't, either."

She laughed at that. "Oh, please! I felt you orgasm."

"That's not the same as being satisfied, Liv. When we did it last week, it changed me. I felt connected to you in ways that I'd never felt before. You took me like I have never been taken. I felt like you owned me - body and soul - and I discovered things about myself I never knew. Wonderful things. Things that I never want to go away."

"Ok," Liv said. "I get that. I guess I felt the same way, too."

"Did you feel like you were a man?"

"In a way, I guess. Did you feel like a women?"

He shrugged, embarrassed to actually talking about these things. "I guess, in a way. More than feeling like 'A' woman, I guess I felt like I was 'YOUR' woman."

"And did you you like that?" Now, she was blushing a bit, too.

"If there is one thing that I've learned recently, Liv, it's that I adore being your woman in bed and I really want to find out what it's like to be your wife full time."

She smiled and kissed his forehead.

"So," he stood and spun in his dress, displaying all of its feminine charms to his wife, "after laying in bed and thinking all night, I made a decision. I decided that I was going to fully embrace being your woman. I got up and showered, called Barbara and headed out. She did my hair, nails and makeup perfectly for me, then, she went to Marcus's with me and helped me pick out this dress and these shoes. Do you like them, by the way?"

"They're..." Olivia was just beginning to appreciate that all of her dreams were coming true and she couldn't help but laugh at that. "They're stunning, baby, and I'm sorry that I didn't say so before. I'm impressed, I really am! I could never pull off a look this soft and feminine. In fact, I'm a little jealous."

"Don't be," Parker laugher. "You'll always be the woman that I aspire to be. Oh, here," he handed her a bag, "I got you this."

Olivia pulled out the contents of the bag, revealing a deep blue, silk pajama set, very nicely trimmed in black lace.

"Pajamas?" She smiled. "Park, I have pajamas."

"Yeah, but not like these. These are real silk and the looked really sexy on the mannequin. See, this way, I'm being the man and buying my wife sexy lingerie, but at the same time, I'm still making sure that there's someone wearing the pants in the relationship."

With a laugh and a smile, Olivia stood and threw her arms around Parker. "I am very glad that I have my pretty woman here to stay, Park. I'm sorry about last night, baby. I was just so scared of losing you." She pulled him close for a deep, loving kiss.

As the kiss ended, Parker said, "That will never happen. There is no woman or man in the world that could ever do to me what you can do."

"Aww," Olivia hugged him again, then took him by the hand and ran towards the stairs calling, "Come on!" As she hurried to the bedroom.

Within seconds of entering the room, Olivia had removed her nightgown and was naked as she hurried Parker towards the bed. When he raised his left arm to find the zipper so he could remove the dress, Olivia hollered, "Don't you dare take that dress off!"

She lifted him right off the floor and tossed him onto the bed, then pulled him back to the edge, causing his skirts and petticoats to balloon up towards his waist.

Leaving his shoes on, she slid his silk and lace panties over them and threw them aside. She grabbed the sex toy from her nightstand and, as quickly as she could, she spread the KY lube over it. Then she spread his legs and flipped the skirt and petticoats out of the way as she teased the opening of his rear.

"Tell me you want it," she was panting with excitement. It had only just begun and it was already so different than the mediocre encounter they'd had last night.

"Oh!" Parker giggled and yelled as he felt the phallus press gently into his opening. "I want it. Please! Please, let me have it!"

"What do you want, baby?" Her voice became teasing.

"I want your thing inside of me."

"My thing!?" Olivia's eyes were wide in mock disbelief. "Why, I am shocked. A precious little girl like you, in her pretty dress and petticoats asking me to do something like that!? You're going to have to be more precise than that, little girl. What do you want me to put inside of you?"

She administered just a little more pressure to his opening, causing more giggles of delight. "Your penis," he laughed. "Put your penis in me, please."

"Oh, But I don't have a penis," she teased even more strongly. "I do have a cock, though. Is that what you want, little girl? Do you want my big cock inside of you?"

He nodded, panting.

"Then tell me. Say, 'Please, mommy, put your great,'" She exerted a little more pressure, "'big,'" a little more pressure, "'cock,'" a little more, "'inside of me.' Say it, little girl. Tell your mommy what you want."

He licked his lips. The lipstick tasted wonderfully female. The makeup he wore smelled wonderfully female. The voluminous skirts and petticoats that floated, inverted, around his face felt wonderfully female. And most of all, the feeling of being vulnerable in this manner, of having someone making him beg to be penetrated by this wonderfully masculine item, felt wonderfully female. And the way she spoke to him - so sweet, so condescending, so maternal - and the way she was calling him 'little girl...' Yes! This was what he wanted. He wanted to be her 'little girl lover' more than anything else right now.

"Please, mommy," He panted and squirmed, trying to grab the toy with his butt and pull it into him, "put your great big cock in me. Please, mommy! That's what I really want!"

"Ok," she said as she slid it into him, slowly, gently, almost glacially.

When he tried to thrust against it to speed its progress, Olivia said, "No, no, no. Young ladies are patient. They wait for their lovers to take them. Just lay back and feel it as it enters." Slowly, very slowly, she pushed it forward. "Feel that, baby. Feel it as it expands you. As it moves closer and closer to your center. Feel it as it claims you. As it makes you want it - want it more than anything else on earth. Feel it fill you like nothing else on earth can. You are its vessel and it is your master."

His head was back and his eyes were closed as he experienced a new level of submission and ecstasy.

"Who's cock is it, baby?" She asked.

"Yours."

"Then who's your master?"

"You are," he grunted as the toy reached his g-spot. He breathed deeply, quickly, excitedly.

Olivia moved his rear onto the bed, causing him to sit on the toy and drive it even deeper than he thought possible. Then she spread his legs and made sure that his heels could find purchase on the mattress. Slowly, as she remained standing, she directed his tool into herself and she leaned slightly forward to accept it fully. She had to press down against his lower abdomen to keep him from thrusting too quickly.

When she was ready, she asked, "Who am I?"

"You're my master," he moaned.

"That's right, little girl, I'm your master. I'm not your mistress - I am your master. You're my little girl and right now, I'm going to show you how good it is to be my little, itty, bitty baby. Now, while I devour your manliness, I want you to feel my cock as it pushes into you with each of my thrusts. Do you understand?"

He grunted something, but seemed to have lost all ability to communicate verbally.

With that, she began to thrust forward with as much Force as she could muster and then pull back as she remained standing. Each thrust drove his penis deeper into her and the phallus deeper into him. She held her hands on his raised, bent knees as he lay prone and open to her advances. They each panted and he moaned and occasionally shrieked, high, female shrieks as he surrendered everything to her. He was hers to do with as she would.

Her thrusts became more and more aggressive until finally Parker yelled and thrust himself hard up into his master and he shuddered and squirmed and shook until he had spent every sperm in his body. Then, he collapsed on the bed, his skirts laying on his chest and neck, tickling his cheeks.

Olivia grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand and, after wiping herself clean, she gently wiped her pretty, little husband's crotch clean as well.

"Oh, what a good girl you are, Pixie," she said, playfully and maternally. "You've made your mommy very happy." She drew the discarded panties back over his shoes, then up his legs. She tucked him in safely, then helped him to stand on his shaky legs.

"You were right, baby," she said as she straightened his pretty dress. "Last night was a big mistake. We should never have gone back to the way things were. We should have just plowed forward."

Parker blinked his eyes to regain his strength. "Yeah," he smiled. "I feel like I've been plowed pretty well, right now."

She smiled and laid another tender kiss on his ruby red lips. "You'll get used to it, little girl. I promise."

"Start the car
I know a whoopee spot," Pootie sang in a strong voice.

"Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot," Parker took over the familiar melody of the song from the musical 'Chicago.'

"It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz," They both continued.

Wearing matching beaded, flapper's headpieces and metallic silver, fringe dresses, Parker and Patrick shimmied on either side of the stage, causing the fringe to stand out perpendicular to their bodies. The crowd applauded as they continued their shimmies and crossed towards each other and headed into the big finish.

"No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!"

And the audience went wild with applause, as they had every night for months. In fact, it had been twenty months since Parker had been reborn as Pixie for the stage at The El Camino and eighteen months since the strike at Allegro had ended. That first weekend after the strike had ended, Bridget had encouraged the entire accounting department to go out together to celebrate. She had chosen The El Camino for supposedly innocent reasons, but, in fact, it was chosen to encourage her office mates to ridicule Parker's new life. Unfortunately for Bridget, not only did everyone in the department enjoy the show, they were all very happy for and supportive of Parker's new career. Very soon after that, Bridget bid the accounting department at Allegro a hasty goodbye, but the rest of the department had such a great time that they'd come back every three months since and they were always a great audience. Tonight was no exception.

Parker was in his performance zone this night, too. That wasn't unusual, though. Pootie had been and remained a great
teacher/director/partner. Parker could sing as well as Pootie and after more than a year of dance classes, he could dance as well, too - possibly better, but Pootie was the unquestioned star at The El Camino. He had a wit and charisma that Parker didn't, but that was just fine. Pootie always made sure that everyone on stage with him felt like a star, too and, for Parker, the very best part of being in the show was being able to be able to be with his big brother. He'd forgotten how much he'd loved spending time with him. It was great. Everything was great. The new income. The new house. The new found sense of accomplishment... everything was great.

Pootie had also introduced Parker to Dr Vance, his surgeon. Six months after joining the show, Parker had taken a two week sabbatical and had some work done. He was fitted out with perky, B-cup breasts, a shaved Adam's apple and enhancements were added to his derrière and hips. Except for the penis and the number of ribs he had, he was
indistinguishable from any other woman and he loved himself the way that he had become.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Patrick called over the din of applause, "let's hear it for my baby sister, Pixie!"

Parker had grown to love the applause and Pootie's praise was wonderful, too. The 'baby sister' thing always made him laugh, though. Patrick was, after all, only a few months older than Parker, but it was true that Parker, kind of at Olivia's insistence, cultivated a much younger appearance. He'd mastered the college-coed-girl-next-doorfresh -faced-heartbreaker look and the audience seemed to love how his look contrasted with Patrick's more mature, fem-fatale look.

"And don't forget my sister," Parker yelled. "Pootie!"

More applause.

Now came Parker's favorite part of the show. They went out into the audience and flirted with the patrons. They teased men that they (the brothers) were more than they could handle and they teased women that they couldn't compete with them because they (Patrick and Parker as Pootie and Pixie) had more equipment than they did.

Then, Parker would find some poor guy and end up sitting on his lap, telling Patrick that he'd found 'Mr Right.'

"Oh, please!" Pootie screamed across the audience, "that man isn't interested in you! You're cold and distant, little sister. He wants someone like me who can heat him up! You're an Ice Queen!"

Then, the two 'sisters' engaged in a fight in which Pootie would pull on Pixie's dress, which was designed to just tear away, easily, revealing the startling white dance leotard he wore beneath. The leotard had long, one inch wide fringe hanging from it everywhere and each strip was adorned with dozens of teardrop shaped, sparkly, silver beads, resembling all the beads in the flapper's 'lavalier' headpiece.

Parker always loved the audience's reaction to the dress being torn free. First it was shock that the dress had ripped, then admiration for the amazing costume beneath, and finally, Parker hoped, admiration for his amazing, feminine form and how beautiful it looked in the leotard.

He was a true beauty, now, and the costume showed off all of his gorgeous assists to their best.

Then, the piano started playing the iconic opening of the 70s hit and Patrick began singing,

"You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice our love.
You never take advice
But someday you'll pay the price, I know..."

And just as the next section of the song was about to begin, Parker interrupted with,

"Let it go, let it go,
Can't hold me back any more.
Let it go, let it go,
Turn away and slam the door."

Then, they both sang, in harmony,

"Here I stand, in the light of day
Let the storm rage on..."

Then Pootie finished that song with "The cold never bothered me anyway," while Pixie jumped into an Adele song.

"We could've had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
But you played it with a beating..."

The Pootie came back in with Pat Benatar's Hit Me With Your Best Shot.

"You're a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts like the one in me
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case
You better be sure you put me in my place

Hit me with your best shot
Come on, hit me with your best shot.
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away"

This back and forth went on through nearly a dozen songs until they both ended with,

"Baby you're a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
You're gonna leave 'em fallin' down down down
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon"

The audience, of course went nuts, again.

As Parker took his bow, hand and hand with his big brother/sister, he glanced towards the bar where Olivia sat uncomfortably on a barstool, her pregnant belly swollen with their child. It was kind of late for her to be out, but it was the last time that she'd see the show for a while. The baby was due any day and she wouldn't be going to the club for a while after that. He winked and smiled at her and she waved back.

Still in the bedazzled leotard, Parker bounced down the stage stairs to greet his Allegro colleagues. He hugged and kissed everyone, man and woman alike.

"Hi, Park!" Betsy, the Department Secretary half shrieked, half sang as she threw her arms around him. "Oh, my God, you are amazing!"

"Yeah," Rick, Parker's former co-manager said, kissing Parker's cheek, "I never in a million years would have ever expected to see you looking like this, Park, But you really are awesome!"

"Oh, Parker," Melinda, one of the senior clerks, a slightly heavy, but very attractive woman, ran her hand down his back and squeezed his tush, "I would kill to have your body! My goodness, Olivia must be so happy to have to Looking like this!"

The kisses and compliments and hugs went on for about fifteen minutes until the Allegro crew said their goodbyes and headed out the door.

As Parker skipped happily to his wife, she noticed something new on his costume. After she hugged him and congratulated him on a great show, she leaned forward and whispered, "Dr Vance's pills seem to be working, baby."

He smiled and glanced at his cleavage. "Yeah, they have gotten a little bigger since I started taking the pills and using the breast pump to get things moving."

"Well, I've got news for you, baby," she laughed, "things are moving just fine. You're expressing milk right now."

He touched his breasts and felt the dampness that Olivia had seen spreading on his costume. "Oh, my God!l he shrieked, causing the rest of the employees in the bar to coming running. "I'm a cow! I can't believe it! Look! The pills worked! I'm going to be able to breast feed the baby!"

The other waitresses clambered around, offering congratulations. "Oh," Justine waved her hands near her face to keep from crying, "this baby is going to be the most beautiful little girl! And she's going to have the most wonderful mommies to take care of her!"

After hugging Parker in a near death grip, she did the same to Olivia, but suddenly, Olivia let out a shriek of surprise and concern. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Park! My water just broke! I'm going into labor!"

"Oh, my God! We have to go!"

"Not like that, Park!" Olivia stopped him. "Quick, get changed and put a couple of folded tissues into your bra so that you don't leak onto your dress!"

Donna went with Parker to help him change.

"Tell Pixie that I'm taking Livy to my car!" Patrick called to Donna. "I'll drive them to the hospital! I'm so excited! I'm going to be an aunty!"

That did make Olivia chuckle a little. "Oh, Poot, I hope everything goes well! I want everything to be perfect for this baby!"

"Oh, don't worry your pretty head about that, Livy. Everything is going to be fine. With Park being Pixie, you're financially sound - you don't even need to go back to work unless you want to. You've got that nice, new house with that beautiful nursery and the baby is going to get more love from her two mommies and her Auntie Pootie and Uncle Victor than she'll know what to do with."

Just then, the door to The El Camino opened and Parker burst out, followed by the other staff members, all screaming support and well wishes. Parker was wearing a casual,sage green, fit and flare dress that was kind of revealing and had a skirt who's hem hung at just about finger tip length on his upper thigh. He was carrying his open toed pumps in his hands so he could run faster.

"Oh, and look," Pootie teased as he and Olivia watched Parker hurrying, "your baby will have Cinderella for her second mommy. Won't that be sweet."
 
THE END
 
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