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An Unfaithful Wife
by Vickie Tern


11/13


The man got the message and drew himself up and suggested we all go
back inside.  Cassie glanced at me, my face distraught.  "Not
tonight," she said.  "But I'll look for you.  I'm Cassie."  And she
turned toward me, her purpose accomplished.

"Tim Corrigan," he replied to her back.  "I'll look for you too. 
And you are ...?" he asked me."

I felt unaccountably strange.  "Hallie," I replied in a breathy
squeal, standing very still.  It came out sounding quite seductive.


He stood there staring at me we moved on, indecisive whether to
proceed inside or to seize the opportunity and follow us. 
Gentlemanliness prevailed.  "Nice to meet you, Hallie," he told me. 
"And you too, Cassie.  I hope we'll meet again," he added as if an
afterthought.  And he continued on in. 

Cassie was amused.  "'Hallie' is it now, finally, Hal?  You named
yourself as if in the last throes of an orgasm.  To the first man
you meet!  Poor Jerry.  Fated to die of a broken heart or a
neglected cock, whichever comes first."

She was teasing me.  I didn't want to sound disturbed, so I had no
choice as her 'friend' but to tease her back.  "Don't pretend,
Cassie!  You stopped in that doorway so you could jump his bones
then and there!"

"No, honey, it was for your sake," she said seriously.  "So you can
jump his bones.  I've seen you with Jerry, remember.  No girl has
ever been more hard up for a man than you are!  I heard you.  Did
you feel desireable?  Did it feel good?"

I thought only a second, then said "Yes.  It did.  Very good."

"Yes, it does.  Now you know why I love to flirt.  The feelings
that come with a 'come hither' glance or tone of voice are
exquisite.  Aren't they?"

I thought especially of my changed attitude toward Jerry, now that
I was deliberately looking feminine.  "Yes," I replied.  "I had no
idea."  

"Well, I did.  I wanted you to delight in those kinds of feelings. 
Aren't they wonderful?"  She turned and kissed me.  

We walked home hand in hand affectionately, like schoolgirls or
like lovers, not concerned who might see us.  My mind was a mess. 
But my cock had gone turgid, already at half mast.  Oh, God, what
was I becoming?!  

When we got home, Cassie didn't hesitate.  Straight onto the living
room couch, her jeans and panties off,  one leg on the back of the
couch, one on the floor, and without a word I dived in.  Her
honeypot was incredibly sweet, like flowing nectar.  I loved it. 
So did she, several times over before we both paused for breath.

Then as we lay together she told me I couldn't enter her dressed as
I was, made up as I was.  Nor could she suck me.  "I see you as a
girl now," she said.  "It wouldn't be right," she said.  

So she sent me for a condom, then when I was sheathed in it she
stroked me to climax, kissing my nose and ears and cheeks over and
over the whole time with little affectionate pecks, her hand
pumping steadily, never pausing.  I throbbed against her fist, and
filled the rubber.

She then told me to lie on my back so she could drip the contents
of the condom onto my tongue.  I didn't want to, but Cassie
insisted.  "It's too delicious to waste," she whispered.  "Never
hesitate to swallow cum!  At least taste the authentic bittersweet
saltiness, and enjoy the slick feel on your lips.  Here!"

And she upended the condom.  A drool of cloudy fluid began to ooze
out.  "Stick out your tongue," she said.  I did.  "Now lick!" she
said.  I did.  "Again!" she said.  Out came my tongue, and more of
my jism dribbled onto it.  "Oh, good," she said.  "My sweet baby. 
Oh, lovely.  You dear creature!  Don't waste a drop!"

I didn't.  

"Better than Jerry, isn't it?  And better than mixed with my cum? 
No hormones mixed in, but now that we're moving on we'll make other
arrangements.  You can take pills the way other women do.  Or take
shots, or use a patch."

I was troubled.  "You say it wouldn't feel right to have sex with
me the usual way, while I'm a girl," I said.  "Will it ever feel
right?" 

"It might, Hallie," she said, watching me.  "Are you willing to
wear Mr. D when you do me?  That's how girls do it."

I had no answer.  

"Let's go to bed," she said, kissing me gently on my cum-coated
lips.  "Just the two of us.  Leave Jerry where he is.  This has
been a very big day for you.  We two girls need to hug each other."

I agreed.  I felt sweetly sad.  Something had been gained, but
something had been lost.  I needed my wife.  When were in bed
together, we kissed and then hugged.  "You're a sweet darling," she
said, her hand stroking my cheek, her lips grazing mine, her breath
hot on my face.  "I'll never leave you.  You're mine for life!"

"Yes," I said.  "And you're mine."

No response.  She'd fallen asleep.   


***********


When Sunday morning rolled around, I felt better, but a little
moody still.  Cassie could sense it, and made no effort to suggest
I wake up Jerry before we did anything else.   

"Honey, now will you show me which of these is your make-up
remover?  I can't find anything labeled like that except your nail
polish remover, and I certainly don't want that stuff anywhere near
my eyes."

"You're a dear, and I will.  Or I would, except that I looked for
some yesterday myself, and I guess we're out.  We need to buy more. 
I'll come with you if you like.  Who knows, we might meet another
nice man like the one who talked to us last night."

"We?"  Cassie, this is your idea, not mine!  I don't want ...!"

"Oh, sweetheart," she said.  "Need I repeat it?  When you dress
like a woman, look like a woman, and behave like a woman, men do
take notice.  You know that!  You'll simply have to learn to deal
with it.  This is your life.  Live it!  I'll go with you.  We'll
start with the drug store, and then move on."

"What do you mean, move on where?"

"I mean you need cleansing cream and also other hormones.  You need
to roam, to go out more.  Also, there's a woman's special delight,
shopping,  Malls are open in Sundays, and you said it, you haven't
a thing to wear.  You need everything.  You have those stretch
pants, but you need to didplay your body in other ways too, be more
proud of it.  And also to begin having fun with your fashion sense. 
Like tights topped by a cute mini, so when you sway your butt you
can feel the miniskirt swishing from side to side and the eyeballs
of everyone watching doing the same thing.

We moved on, through many stores.  Every evening we became only two
more women shopping together the way women do, and I stopped
worrying.  Cassie provided the hormone pills and I started taking
them on my own, so my feminizing wouldn't depend exclusively on
Jerry's cum.  Two weeks later all of my male clothing had been
packed away to make room for my new female clothing.  That was all
I wore now, whether with Cassie or on my own.  I spent most of the
day in jeans and a T-shirt or peasant blouse, wearing peds and
flats, though it pleased me to dress up and feel pretty sometimes
when I felt like seducing Jerry.  And always, by the time Cassie
got home I was stylishly dressed and made up.  I tried hard to
delight her with my appearance, to try to earn her rare respectful
compliments.  I was always overjoyed when I succeeded.


***********


Meanwhile I ignored several opportunities to increase my client
base, and my consulting settled into relaxed, undemanding,
occasional phone inquiries on a retainer basis.  I had Cassie's
firm on retainer, though they never needed me.  Until, maybe a
month after my "conversion" as Cassie called it, there came a
crisis.  At mid-morning Clarice called.  "Hal, pick up!" I heard
her say through the speakerphone.  "Cassie needs you!  We all do!"

I'd just finished putting on my face so I'd be pretty for Jerry. 
Well, really for me, as a point of personal pride, but like most
women I pretended it was for a boyfriend who would never notice
anyhow.  Cassie'd gotten me a subscription to Cosmo so I'd know
What Every Woman Knows, and I'd read there that the secret of eye
make-up is to use just enough so your eyes look large and innocent,
like a baby's, yet sly and knowing, like a bad girl in the movies. 
And to try to be both.  That way a man doesn't feel threatened by
your sexuality, yet can feel desired by it.  That made sense.  I
was trying out a wide-eyed vamp look, my hair pinned upswept in a
French twist, wearing a pencil-thin faded denim skirt Cassie'd laid
out for me, and a see-through blouse, and heels I'd selected
myself, when I heard Clarice's call for help and picked up.

"Hal, Cassie says grab any jacket from the front hall closet and
come at once, it doesn't matter what, and get over here.  Our
computer tech quit and may have left a virus behind -- one by one
our screens are going dark."

"One by one?" I said.  "I'll be right there."

I was in the car backing down the driveway when I came aware that
for the first time I was driving to a place where people knew me as
Hal, and I was wearing high heels, a skirt, a see-through blouse
with fully visible lace bra, and the only matching jacket in the
closet, Cassie's flower-embroidered denim.  And full make-up.  And
a woman's hair style.  When I went walking through malls, no one
noticed me, I passed persuasively as long as I kept my hips prim. 
But now my whole world was about to change.  Everyone knew I was
Cassie's husband, but done up as her attractive girlfriend?  What
would they think?  The last scrap of my manhood was about to
disappear from view.  Of other people's belief in my manhood,
anyhow.

It was better yet worse.  I didn't remind anyone of my former self. 
Clarice was downstairs waiting to meet me to get me past the guard,
and didn't recognize me until I stood in front of her and uttered
a deep-voiced "It's me, Clarice."   She was momentarily startled,
but then her expression narrowed to intense interest.  She glanced
at the guard desk, then back at me, and took a deep breath, no
doubt to restrain an outpouring of questions.  "This way, honey,"
she said, as she would have said to any new secretary or
receptionist, to put her at her ease.  As we rode up in the
elevator, she looked me up and down.

"Is it still Hal?"

"Hallie."

She completed her inspection by noting my newly pierced ears with
their keeper posts.  "Very nice," she ventured finally.  "I love
your skirt.  You're nicely dressed for support work in a legal
office, Hallie, sexy but chic. Sophisticated.  You'll like it here. 
Cassie advises you on your wardrobe?"

"Yes," I said in the medium register voice I'd cultivated for
minimal unavoidable use.  "She picked out this outfit for me this
morning."

"I thought so.  Good taste shows.  Love your hairdo too.  I'd keep
that jacket buttoned though.  If some of the guys here saw that
blouse and those boobies underneath they'd be all over you."  She
paused.  "They're real, aren't they?"

"Yes," I said.

"Your boy friends like them?  They want you to look like this?  I
thought men who date men like their men to look like men.   No?"

"As far as I know they do, Clarice.  I don't have a boy friend." 
Was I slighting Jerry?  "Not really, anyhow.  I dress like this for
my own reasons."  Cassie's reasons, mostly, I added to myself, but
they're mine now.

"Ooooh?"  Enlightenment shone all over Clarice's face.  "Then
you're transitioning?"

"Yes," I said, not quite sure what she meant.

"Honey, I had a brother who did just what you're doing!  She had to
change jobs after the hormones kicked in, and there were some rocky
times afterward, but since her surgery she's been just fine!  She's
the happiest woman in the world!"  The elevator halted, and the
doors slid open.  As she stepped out she turned back toward me,
gestured magniloquently, and said, "Welcome to womanhood, honey! 
And welcome to the seventeenth floor!  You'll love both!  The
partners and legal staff are on the next floor up, as you know, but
that's there and this is here.    Down here is support staff, where
all the work accumulates.  Here is where we do whatever they say. 
It flows downhill, you know."     

A half dozen people gathered around the reception desk overheard
her and turned toward us.  I'd never met any of them, thank
goodness!  My humiliation was postponed.

"Bill, Maria, Tina, Everett, Erika, ah, oh, everybody, this is
Hallie.  Hallie, everybody.  I see no one's working.  Hallie's come
to fix the computers.

"Hi, Hallie," the bright young receptionist with brilliant scarlet
lipstick and nails said to me.  "I'm the Maria part of what Clarice
just said.  Cassie said that when you arrive, get you started right
away.  So I'll take you to the tech's office, and maybe you'll see
something."  She walked rapidly down the hall and I followed.  Her
backside weaved in ways as exaggerated as mine had been.  Cute.

"How do you come to know Cassie?" she asked without turning around
as we navigated a labyrinth of doors and work stations, corridor
after corridor.

"We've been room-mates," I replied.  This was wonderful, in a way,
I was thinking.  This is my chance actually to explore what really
being female is like.  Probably no one on this whole floor is knows
I'm a man!  

As for the computer situation, I knew the system well enough to
have figured what happened while I was still in the car.  Not a
virus, but a badly networked practical joke.  The previous techie
had kicked up his heels on departure and left opportunities for
overtime pay for his unknown replacement.  I could get things going
again in very little time I estimated, probably by noon.  But then
I'd be days and days re-stabilizing each computer in every office
so they could be safely shut down again.  There were probably
hundreds.

"Well, I'll leave you here," she said, pausing in front of a
cubby-sized office loaded inside with equipment.  "Do you think
you'll be free for lunch?"

"Oh, I should be," I said.  "But then to get things done right will
probably take days."

"Oh, longer I should think.  Cassie told Personnel to start you
with a year's contract with an option to renew.  She wants you
exclusive, here every day from now on, just in case.  So you might
as well get to know all of us.  There's a rotating bunch of us
girls who have lunch together every day, maybe a half-dozen each
time, not always the same half-dozen.  The Lunch Bunch.  Lots of
gossip.  You're welcome to join."

"Thank you," I said.  "I'd like that very much!"   I'd been
conceiving myself a girl in my own mind for months, and seen to be
one by others for weeks.  Now I'd find out how it felt in social
situations with lots of give and take!  Wonderful!  I wondered if
I could get away with it.  I'd better, I told myself.  I felt a
flutter in my tummy.  I mean my gut.
           
"I'll come by and get you then at noon.  It'll be fun.  We'll tell
you who's sleeping with anybody at the moment, and where all the
bodies are buried.   Survival stuff you need to know when some of
the guys come by to hit on you.  As they will.  Are you attached?" 


"I don't know," I said.  I didn't want to implicate Cassie without
a cover story she'd approved.

She smiled, and added, "Obviously not very, anyhow.  You're wearing
a see-through blouse with no slip.  Naughty!"  And Maria turned
away and was gone.

I sat down at the array of computers the young techie had left
behind, booted up, and saw at a glance what he'd done.  No problem. 
The software files had the necessary correction programs, though as
anticipated I'd need to change the hardware switches in every
computer in the system to keep the same problem from recurring when
it was switched off.  That might take weeks.  I wondered why Cassie
had set me up for a year or more.  

Only a half-hour later I clicked a command and heard all sorts of
muffled cheers emerge from offices and workstations all over the
floor, as screens went back on.  I then sent a "SySop" e-mail to
each cautioning everyone to leave their machines on until I could
make adjustments to preclude similar events.  Back came a an e-mail
warning of risks to the confidentiality of files if machines stay
on and hoping the adjustments would come soon.  And another telling
me how great it was to have a system operator who uses the word
"preclude."  And there was an IM from Maria saying "!! Hallie!! 
:-)  See you in ten!"  

I looked -- it was almost noon.  Barely time to check my hair --
thankfully, the make-up Cassie provided both of us never smeared or
needed much refreshing.  Then Maria appeared at the door beaming. 
"Are you as good at everything else too?" she asked.

"Some things I'm still learning," I replied evasively, and picked
up my purse, reminding myself to keep my thighs together no matter
what!

"Oh?  You like to try new things?  Then watch out for Denise.  She
loves new things."

There was a downstairs restaurant where the "Lunch Bunch" met every
day, and we were quickly seated.

"Our usual table," Maria explained.  "The owner seems to feel he
owes us."

"He does indeed," another impeccably dressed doll-faced woman said. 
"Or I send his wife a compromising picture I took of us once in his
office back there, and he knows it.  Nothing happened, I'm not into
guys, that's the amusing part.  But she'd never believe that, and
he knows that too, so it keeps this table reserved for us.  Hi, I'm
Denise.  'Dennie.' You're the new Wonder Woman who just put us all
back to work?"

"Hallie," I said, taking her extended hand and smiling back at her.
"I do try."  I sat down and was introduced to two girls from the
typing pool, and ordered a salad.  I was almost down to the ultra
slim waistline Cassie thought went best with my figure.

They resumed a conversation they'd been having when we arrived. 
"So what did you decide?" Denise asked one of the typists.

"Oh, I'm having them done," she replied.  "A walk-in procedure, no
big deal.  A week to heal, and I'll feel a lot better afterward."

"That depends on who's doing the feeling," Maria said with a wicked
smile.  "I wouldn't do that to myself just to give a man more to
grab onto."

"I mean my self-esteem, I'll feel better about myself," she said a
little defiantly.  Then added more shyly, "And collagen implants in
my nipples are supposed to increase their feeling enormously. 
That's what they say.  I'll let you know." 

That seemed to quiet the group down.  Reason enough for breast
enhancement, they seemed to think.  I could agree.  

"Have you ever had boob work done, Hallie," Denise asked.  "Judging
by their exposure in that blouse, you're pretty proud of them."

"No, they're still growing," I said.  Then since that might sound
odd for a girl in her mid-twenties, I added, "I just went on the
pill, and that fills them out."

"The pill, eh?" Denise commented.  "I suppose you have your
reasons.  You're seeing someone?"

"No, no one.  Well, there's one guy, we're friends, but he feels
free to act as if I weren't even in the room."  That's Jerry, I
told myself.  And that's me making a clever remark about him.  

"Like that guy Cassie sees sometimes," Maria told the assembled, me
included.  "That gynecologist she's been incorporating."

"In more ways than one," Denise added, grinning.

"Yes, no matter who walks in and sees what they're doing, he
doesn't even slow down."

I absorbed this information with a bit of shock.  "Don't ...ah, we
all see gynecologists?" I tried to ask innocently.

"Yes," Maria said.  "But we go to their offices.  This guy comes to
Cassie's.  He's up there three, four times a week."

"In more ways than one," Denise added again.

"For an hour or more each time, with the door closed," Maria
finished.  "Clarice says that listening to the sounds they make,
she has to call her husband to come home early to help her out, and
go home early herself, and she says that as often as not she has to
help herself out even before it's time to go home."

I sat silent at this news, the old feeling twisting in my belly. 
Cassie with another man?  Confirmed?

"You said you were her roommate once," Maria said to me.  "Was she
always like this?"

"Not so I knew about it," I said.  Treacherously, my prick had
began to harden in my panties!  My God, how shameful!  Cassie was
certainly right that I get off on humiliation!

"I bet her husband doesn't know either," Denise said.  "Or maybe he
doesn't care.  I saw him once at an office party.  He was real
cute, but he was wearing tight pants and pretty obviously waving
his ass at the men.  Word has it he's gay.  Can you blame her for
getting it wherever she finds it?"

None of us could.  "I saw her gynecologist once," one of the
typists said.  "Big handsome guy.  He could cover any two of us
with that gorgeous body.  Maybe fill any two of us too."

"Anatomically improbable," Denise said.  "Well, I've got to go."

We took our purses and stood up.  "My treat," Maria said, leaving
some bills.  "Tomorrow you can treat me."

"Or me," Denise said, smiling at me, looking me straight in the
eyes, and just barely touching my arm.  "You do look a treat,
Hallie!"  And she bustled away.

There was no question of it.  Tuned in or not, that was a pass. 
And from a lesbian.  I wondered if it was impersonal, that Denise
routinely approaches and flirts with every woman she meets, or if
this was going to be something of problem.  

Meanwhile I was still absorbing the devastating gossip I'd heard. 
Was it only gossip?  Cassie indeed having an affair?   My stomach
sank even lower under its heavy burden.

The other two girls went off, flashing white teeth and
pleasantries, and Maria took me back up to my closet-sized office. 
I was beginning to find my way around the rabbit warren of cubbies
on this floor.

"On this floor you can get lost," Maria said.  "Upstairs, where the
lawyers and their associates work, there are fewer corridors and
more open spaces, more conference rooms and things.  Oh look, you
have two more messages.  Well, we both have work.  See ya!"

end 11/13
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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