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The next morning was Sunday and Tammy woke up first and gave me a hug and told me how sorry she was and didn’t mean to hurt me. She also told me she wanted me to continue dressing, she wouldn’t mind or through it in my face any more.

It was strange because I dreamed last night that Tammy was trying to tell me something. She was trying to tell me she had a fantasy of her own and I lay in bed trying to figure out what it might be.

She had been so accommodating to my cross dressing and I was so eager to comply that I completely over looked what she was trying to tell me. Tammy was at least in a way that she wouldn’t hurt my feelings.

My hunch was that Tammy had a fantasy to make love with a black man! If I’m wrong and bring it up, it could mean the end of our marriage but what if I’m right?

Tammy gave me everything she thought I wanted, a wife that accepted my cross dressing, taking me out in public to pass, even mingling with real men to see how I would react with them. She could have brought the hormones home and found a way to show them to me without hurting my feelings. Oh man! She allowed me to make a decision.

I wondered if she was counting the hormone pills?

I had to find a way for Tammy to arrange a date with Mark. It had to be a way that she wouldn’t feel as if she were committing adultery.

It was Sunday and Tammy had a house showing that afternoon and I offered to go with her since the couple were just relocating into town. We both felt comfortable about having me dress as Tammy’s associate partner.

We both choose white blouses and grey pants and matching jackets. I slipped on a pair of black heels and we shared the bathroom mirror applying our makeup together. Tammy laughed and joked that we should have our picture taken in these suites for new business cards.

We could present ourselves as "sisters in real estate."

We drove out on the other side of town to meet the couple at the house. I decided I would make the first move about Mark.

"Tammy. I just wanted to mention that I had a nice time after all, Friday night and wanted to say that Mark was a really nice guy."

Tammy looked surprised that I had brought up Friday night again.

"Uh... Yeah... He is very nice. I thought you would like him."

"Tammy....I’m really sorry I got so upset with you about the date, I know you wanted me to be happy and I’m. I want you to be happy as well. I love you very much!"

She was driving but I was able to hold her right hand as she smiled and gave it a gentle squeeze. We were getting close to the house we were showing so I only had a couple minutes to present my next offer.

"Honey... I was thinking... I wouldn’t see what would be so wrong with inviting Mark to the house for dinner one night?"

I was watching Tammy’s reaction and she looked surprised but her facial reaction was telling me that this is what she was waiting to hear from me.

"Well... Yeah... That might be a good idea... I’m just a little taken by your offer of having Mark come to our house for dinner."

"I think it’s a wonderful idea, and I’ll do all the cooking and that will give you a chance to get better acquainted with him."

Tammy choked up when I mentioned the last sentence. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it but it was out. Now I had to fix it.

"Tammy. It’ll be really nice having Mark at the house. It’s a great way for us to show our appreciation for his business."

I laughed. "Think of the huge bonus you are going to get at the closing."

We arrived at the house and showed the house and with both of us working as a team, we were able to sign the couple to an agreement for an offer.

We were driving toward the office so excited about calling in the offer that we both had forgotten that I was dressed in drag. We pulled into the driveway and because it was Sunday, there was only one agent on duty.

Tammy turned and looked toward me a little upset as she parked the car.

"That’s Jean’s new car."

Tammy could see the expression on my face that I wasn’t too thrilled.

"Its ok, lets go in and present this offer."

Tammy walked into the office ahead of me and Jean greeted her by hugging Tammy.

"Tammy, I didn’t expect to see you in here today, how is everything going at home? You know... With Jerry? Is he still mad at you?"

"Um.....Why don’t you ask Jerry yourself."

Tammy turned back toward me and Jean was stunned and stood there with her mouth open starring at me in the woman’s business suite.

"Oh my God... Jerry... Is that you? Oh my... Look at you... Oh... Tammy... Look how good he looks..."

Jean walked around me starring at my clothes checking me out from my head to my heels as she walked a circle around me.

"Jerry... I meant Jenny... Is that what I should call you? You're looking hot! I knew this would work out..."

Jean winked at me and I tried to smile back at her. I had mixed feelings about this woman. I walked over to Tammy’s office, the one I shared with her before I started working from home.

Jean was right behind me watching the way I walked in my heels.

"You know Jenny, I don’t see why you don’t come into the office and work like this, everyone here knows about you and we’re all here to support you."

That’s just what I wanted too here. The other agents are aware that I’m a cross dresser, a freak to them.

I didn’t reply to Jean, Tammy was busy on the phone trying to contact the sellers when Jean pulled on my arm and motioned for me to follow her out of Tammy’s office.

"Have you started taking the hormones yet?"

I turned my head to look in her eyes, finally shaking my head up and down.

"Good, I’ll talk to Gary at the pharmacy and make sure you have a supply coming. You’re going to see some changes occur soon! Have you told Tammy yet?"

I shook my head, "No."

Tammy walked out of her office to use the fax machine, while another phone rang and Jean padded me on the shoulder before hurrying over to answer it.

I felt relieved that I wasn’t going to have to answer any more of Jean’s questions. I assumed she was going to ask me about going out to the club and dancing with other guys next.

Tammy finished faxing the documents over and was ready to leave. We both waved at Jean who was still on the phone when we walked out the door.

We arrived home and changed our clothes, Tammy hugged me once we got naked and kissed me on the lips.

"Maybe I should call Mark and see if he would be interested in dinner?"

"Sure. Why don’t we go swimming after you call him?"

Tammy smiled at me as she retrieved her cell phone from her purse. She started to dial his phone number while I got my new bikini out of the drawer.

She was waiting for an answer and I motioned to her that I was going into the bathroom to put it on.

I slipped on the bottom half of the suit and began to put the top half on. I noticed my nipples felt sensitive and slightly puffy. I thought about the effects of the hormones and it scared me.

I remembered what Jean had just told me, about how I was going to see some changes and she was right about that.

I could hear Tammy talking in the other room to Mark as I slipped the shoulder straps around my shoulders. Jenny walked in the bathroom and put her arm around my waist. She was still holding the cell phone to her ear.

"Jenny. How is next Saturday? Would that be all right?"

I leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

"Honey. It’s your date, whatever you two agree on would be fine with me."

Tammy smiled at me and started to walk out of the bathroom.

"OK Mark... Saturday will be fine... Yes... I can’t wait either... Me to... Give me a call this week... Yes... Just call me... OK... Bye..."

I hoped I was doing the right thing. Mark was coming over to our house for a date with my wife. I can’t believe it’s gone this far... What I’m I doing? Was this sick or insane? What was going to happen between Mark and my wife? .....Would he eat dinner and leave? Maybe stick around for a little chat and a kiss or two?

What if Mark wanted to take Tammy somewhere else? Maybe back to his place? .....I’d have to put a stop on it! Yes... I’d have to make the atmosphere so appealing that they would remain here so I could keep an eye on them.

I would have a whole week to prepare... Candles... Wine... Good food... Yes... I could do it... Let her have her fun... Just don’t let things get out of hand...

Tammy joined me in the pool. She looked absolutely gorgeous with her flowing red hair and green eyes. The black bikini was such a lovely contrast to her pale white skin.

Tammy’s bikini made me think about Mark for a moment, his dark skin against my wife’s. What was the attraction for her? My first thought was that he was so much larger than I, his masculine broad shoulders, his huge arms, what about down there?

I always wondered myself about the old myth. Black men are hung! Would Mark be hung like a horse? Could this be the attraction for Tammy? Why I’m I thinking about this? It’s not going to happen, or is it? t’s only a dinner date... Right?

We played in the pool, splashing and chasing each other. Tammy seemed so happy and content, this afternoon and so was I. I wanted it to last forever.


Tammy got a phone call about the offer she had presented and they accepted it without a counter offer and got so excited she was jumping in the living room as she held onto me. She had to leave early to get things going on the deal and kissed me on her way out the door.

About an hour after she left, I got a phone call and of all the people in the world who would call, it was Jean.

"Hi Jenny. I just called to tell you that Tammy is getting that deal finalized and she is so excited. Congratulations, your little wife is a hard worker!"

I knew Jean called for another reason. It wasn’t like her to be so friendly about a simple real estate deal.

"Jenny. Did you take your hormones’ yet today?"

"Uh... Yeah... Just a single dose right now..."

"Oh... That’s so good because I talked to my friend down at the pharmacy and he is going to arrange to give me three more months supply. I’ll get them over to you as soon as I get the time."

Why was Jean being so pleasant and accommodating toward me all of a sudden?

"Oh... I spoke to a good friend of mine that does electrolysis and only lives about a block from your house. He said if you were interested, he could give you a good deal on treatments."

I took the phone number and name of the guy that Jean gave me and thanked her, but she wasn’t finished yet.

"Jenny... I think it’s so wonderful of you to allow Tammy to see other men... I’m so glad that you are able to be open about your situation with her... Mark is a wonderful man and will treat her like she is a little princess... Oh... I’m so glad that you’re not prejudiced about Tammy seeing a black man, he is such a hunk! .....Don’t you think so as well?"

"Ah... Yeah... He is..."

"I have to go, remember to call about the electrolysis. I’ll talk to you soon."

I hung up the phone. What Jean had just said about my situation and allowing Tammy to see other men... What did this all mean? Maybe it was more than just a fantasy for Tammy... I must have this all wrong again... My God... What I’m I going to do?

My wife is interested in seeing other men... Because of me? What should I do? .....If I stopped now, Tammy wouldn’t believe I was finished as a cross dresser. She’d probably find a way to divorce me... A reason! I had to continue...

Jean... It had to be Jean... Tammy was being coached by Jean... Maybe hours of brainwashing... That’s it... Not my fault... I’m a cross dresser... I’m not gay... Why did I agree with Jean about Mark? ....Yeah... He was built! Handsome... If I were a woman, he would excite me!

God... What was I thinking just now?

I hurried and completed my daily routine of housework. I thought about the phone number that Jean gave me. It would be nice not having to shave my face. I couldn’t grow a beard if I tried! The best I could ever do was a little fuzz on my face.

I dialed the number and a man answered and I introduced myself.

"Oh... Yes... Jenny... I was expecting your call... How wonderful... It’s so exciting to help somebody new in the process of change! Jenny... Darling... Why don’t you come in tomorrow morning... Say, maybe ten-ish? Well get you started and I’ll be able to explain my procedure and give you an estimate on how many hours we will need."

"Ah... OK... Ten would be fine and I’ll see you tomorrow..."

It couldn’t hurt... If I wanted to continue cross dressing, removing unwanted facial hair would be a dream. I wouldn’t have to shave anymore! Tammy wouldn’t mind... She knew I couldn’t grow much any how.

Tammy was exhausted when she got home that night, she had shown houses all day and had a closing late in the afternoon.

I didn’t mention anything about my appointment in the morning. We ate dinner and relaxed out next to the pool and watched the sun set.

"Tammy, what are you going to wear on Friday for Mark?"

Tammy sat thinking for a moment.

"I saw this purple dress today when I walked by a shop downtown but didn’t have time to go in. I might stop by in the morning and try it on. What are you going to wear?"

"Oh... It’s not that important for me to get dressed up... I guess something simple... Maybe that black dress I bought last week."

That night, we fell asleep hugging each other with our legs tangled together. Tammy commented about how smooth I felt without hair on my legs and how she felt so close to me now. I was happy to and felt like crying.

As soon as Tammy left the house the next morning, I got ready and drove to my appointment and met this guy named Thom. He explained the process and I spent two hours for my first treatment. Thom explained to me that I was lucky and wouldn’t have to have more than two hundred hours.

Thom worked on my chin area this morning and it was all red but Thom gave me a cream that would help and I made another appointment for Thursday.

Tammy got home late that evening carrying packages and I could see the name on the bag and knew she had bought new clothing and possibly the purple dress she told me about.

Later that evening, Tammy surprised me and walked out of the bedroom wearing her new dress and spun around in a circle.

"What do you think? Do you think Mark will like it?"

It was the purple dress was just radiant on Tammy. The contrast of her long red hair and the bright purple material was dynamite.

When Tammy had spun around, her upper thighs were revealed. The hem line of the dress was at various lengths and allowed just a tiny peek at Tammy’s thighs when she stood still. Tammy’s shoulders were bare except the tiny spaghetti straps and a daring plunging cleavage.

Tammy’s breasts were so huge, they looked like they were ready to spill out from under the material. God... I wish mine were this big.

There I go again... Thinking about how I would look with large breasts... How I would fill out wearing a similar dress...

"Tammy... You’re so beautiful wearing that dress... I think I’m going to have to keep an eye on you on Friday... Mark is going to love it..."

"Oh... Maybe it’s too revealing... Should I wear something else..."

"Oh... No... I was only kiddig... I think it’s beautiful... I want you to wear it if you feel comfortable... "

"I bought something for you to wear Friday too... I’ll show you..."

Tammy ran into the bedroom and returned holding similar purple dress which matched the color of Tammy’s. The only difference was the shoulder area. Instead of having spaghetti straps, there was a lace material around the front. Tammy pointed out that I could wear my breast forms and it wouldn’t be noticeable that they were fake.

"I got you purple heels that match it too."

I tried the dress on and we fooled around for an hour or more deciding on our makeup. It was fun because it was just as if we were girlfriends sharing our thoughts and idea’s about the way we looked.

It was a fabulous evening for both of us, we were having so much fun that evening that I neglected to mention the electrolysis treatments are started that morning.

I went in for my electrolysis treatment the next morning, I spent three hours with Thom that day because he had a cancelled appointment so I was able to stay an extra hour.

Thom’s phone rang and I was surprised to see him handing me the phone. It was Jean, she wanted to meet me for lunch so she could give me the pills she had mentioned on Monday. I guess she had phoned Thom to see if I had started the treatments and knew I was there.

It seemed that nothing was kept secret with these people. They knew every move I made these days.

We met for lunch a few blocks from the office and Jean gave me the pills and we quickly ate. She had to get back for an appointment that afternoon.

Jean fumbled around in her purse and brought out a few small packets and looked around the restaurant and discreetly held out her hand for me to take them.

I glanced around making sure nobody saw us and looked to see what Jean had gave me but she quickly said, "No... Put them in your purse... quick..."

I immediately assumed she was giving me something illegal until she whispered to me holding her hand against her face so nobody could read her lips.

"Those are condoms..."

I thought... Why do I need these? I just shrugged my shoulders and starred at Jean...

Jean leaned over the table and whispered, "I want you to place these on your bedroom dresser on Friday... You have to trust me... If Mark and Tammy decide to be intimate than she’ll be prepared... She’ll know that she has your approval if for any reason the night tends to lean in that direction... If you know what I mean?"

I didn’t know who to react or to say to Jean, she was basically telling me that Tammy and Mark may want to screw on Friday and I should have everything prepared for Tammy.

Jean and I left the restaurant soon after leaving me drive home with that awful thought in my head. How could Jean plan all this out without some kind of remorse? Was it in fact true? Would Tammy be thankful that I thought about being prepared for that dreaded scenario?

What kind of husband would she think I was? Well... I guess I was wrong to think about it in that aspect wasn’t I? ......What did I really want to happen? .....Maybe I was excited for Tammy as well as myself about Friday’s date... I felt confused...

I was Tammy’s husband and felt like her girlfriend as well... We talked like girlfriends and we were trying to act like girlfriends... Oh God... This was driving me insane...


Thursday morning rolled around, I drove to get my electrolysis treatment early that morning, Tammy had gone to another closing so I had plenty of time. Thom gave me another two hours of treatment and offered me a cup of coffee.

"You know, Jenny... I don’t know if you have given any thought about doing the total transition but I know a great doctor whom I can refer you to in the future."

Wow... That was a new one! Transition? Never gave it a thought! God... I’m a cross dresser... No... Not interested... No way...

I sat listening to Thom talk about these success stories, he called them...

"Listen... Jean told me your wife is dating? You can’t just sit at home and twiddle your thumbs... I know this guy that might be interested in you if you become available... "

"I... Don’t know... Right now... I have to think about it... "

Oh God... What did I have to think about? .......Another man? This is insane... I just can’t think about that now... Now? When?

"Thom... Thank you for the advice, I better get going and I’ll see you on Monday?"

"Oh... Yes... Darling... Have a really nice weekend... Oh... Try not to stay around the house too much... You need to get out and meet people."

I stopped by the grocery store and bought everything I needed for Friday... God, it was tomorrow... I even picked up scented candles to place around the house and on the dinner table.

I don’t know what I was thinking, but I completely cleaned out our master bedroom of any sign of a man living there. When I had finished, the closet had been cleared of ever suit and shoes or shirts that I could find.

Everything got packed away and put in a spare room. I seldom wore anything manly anymore. It really wasn’t that much of an inconvenience. I was tired when I finished and feel asleep on the sofa. I didn’t even hear Tammy when she came home that evening.

Tammy woke me by giving me a kiss, she had already showered and only had a towel wrapped around herself. She had dried her hair and said she had cooked something for us to eat.

She leaned down to kiss me again letting the towel fall free and I put my hands on her lovely large breasts and massaged them with my fingers. She was so beautiful and I continued to move my fingers across the soft skin touching her nipples with my thumbs.

I had been gifted to be married to such a gorgeous woman and leaned up to give her another kiss.

Tammy laid her head down on my chest as I stroked her hair. How could I allow somebody that I loved so dearly and was so beautiful to see another man? I know Tammy loved me very much and I decided to ask her a question that had been on my mind since I allowed her to arrange the date with Mark.

"Tammy. I want you to know that I want you to be completely honest with me from now on. I love you very much and never want to lose you to anyone else."

Tammy raised her head and kissed me on the lips.

"Honey. You’re never going to lose me to anyone. I’ll always be here for you and share everything with you. I love you very much too."

I felt reassurance... I knew Tammy loved me... Could her words only mean that I wouldn’t lose her as a girlfriend or my wife? I wanted to ask her that question... I was afraid... She might tell me something I didn’t want to hear...

"Let’s go and eat something."

That was a long evening, I sat reading a book but my mind kept drifting off thinking about the next day. I was worried and excited, maybe leaning toward excitement. Happy for my wife but sad as well.

If Friday was only a day that would satisfy Tammy’s fantasy than I was excited and aroused. If Friday meant that this was the beginning of a permanent relationship with Mark than I was sad.

Was it too late to stop? Did I want it to happen? Stop dressing? Could I? Had it gone too far? One fling is all it would be... Should I allow Tammy to experience another man... Someone much more masculine... Another race... So muscular!

How would I feel if I were Tammy? Would I like it? Want more? Fall in love? Oh God... What if she fell in love with this man... My heart is racing now...