I've come up with this shortie, when I should have been working on another story, or better yet, getting some sleep.
Hope you like it.
The Prescribed Procedure
By Rosie
“I’m sorry, Gerald,” Sarah turned to
me, “But I’m really getting some hostile vibes from you today. Might I ask what
this is all about?”
“Yes, you might,” I spat bitterly at
my amazon daughter in law, “It is that we think you’re to blame that our son is
now a woman.”
“Gerald,” my wife hissed.
“Well, what, Emily?” I said
defensively, “We’ve talked about this.”
“We haven’t said that,” she said, almost apologizing to
Sarah.
“All I know is,” I said, “Before he
married Sarah, he never showed no sign that he wanted to be a woman.”
“Well, how would you know?” Sarah
said back.
“Because he didn’t want to become a
woman, that’s how,” I retorted.
“He couldn’t know until he tried,”
she replied, looking at me challengingly.
I looked her right back in the eye,
until I felt my wife tug at my hand.
“Gerald,” she said softly.
Suddenly, I felt grateful for an
excuse to look away from Sarah’s determined gaze.
“Look,” Emily said, with a calming
tone, “All we’re saying is that we find it strange John turned into a woman so
suddenly. I mean, he was never like that.”
“Like I said,” Sarah replied,
“Sometimes it takes a little bit of digging.”
“More like pushing, if you ask me,”
I muttered.
“Gerald,” Emily hissed at me again,
this time genuinely angry.
“How can you be sure you’re not like that, too, Gerald?” Sarah said to
me.
“Huh?” I said back.
“Ever tried dressing up as a woman,
to see how it feels?” she continued, “After all, maybe these things are
hereditary.”
I looked away from her in disgust.
“If I turned your son into a woman,”
she said, “Aren’t you worried I might do the same to you?”
I kept my gaze on the floor, just
wishing she would go home already.
“Gerald!” she said, “Answer me!”
Warily, I looked at her.
“No,” I said quietly.
“No what?” she said, “No, you’re not
afraid I’ll turn you into a woman, or no, you haven’t dressed up as a woman
before?”
“Both,” I replied, “I mean,
neither.”
“Why not?” she asked, “Why do you
think I couldn’t?”
“Because…” I began.
“Because you’re a man, right?” she
said.
“Yes,” I nodded, “That’s right.”
“You’re a manly man,” she said, “As
manly as they come.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said,
“But I do know I am a man.”
“Then you won’t mind putting on a
dress,” she said, “If you’re as manly as you say you are, it won’t turn you
into a woman like it did with John.”
“No,” I said, “I’m not putting on no
dress.”
“Oh, but I really think you should,”
Sarah persisted, “I think that you should, right now, go and put on one of your
wife’s dresses.”
“Well I think you should leave,” I said.
“I’m not leaving till I’ve seen you
in a dress,” she retorted.
“I guess you’ll just have to,” I
said, though suddenly feeling much less sure of myself as she took a menacing
step towards me.
“Gerald,” she said, “If you don’t do
it, I will make you do it.”
“Oh yeah,” I said, “How?”
As I felt another tug on my hand, I
turned to see my wife’s worried face, but before I could reassure her with a
wink and a smile, Sarah pulled my head towards her with her hand.
“I’ll fight you,” she said, “And
then, when I beat you, I’ll make you wear a dress.”
I swallowed hard and looked at her,
tilting my head backwards.
“Who do you think would win?” she
asked, “If the two of us fought?”
“That’s not fair,” I moaned.
“I’m not asking if it’s fair,” she
said, “I’m asking you if you think you can beat me in a fight.”
“No,” I admitted.
“Why not?” she asked, “I thought you
were the manly man.”
“You’re bigger than me,” I said
through my teeth, “Probably stronger. Younger, too.”
“There’s no shame in losing a fight,
is there?” she asked, “No one would think you’re any less of a man if you get
beat after putting up a fair fight, even if you get beat by a woman.”
“I guess not,” I said.
“And if you wear a dress because
you’re made to wear one?” she said, “If a woman, stronger than you, makes you
wear a dress, that doesn’t make you any less of a man, does it?”
“I guess not?” I said, warily.
“Now, if you know in advance you’re
going to get beat,” she continued, “Why not save yourself the trouble and put a
dress on right away?”
“Please, Sarah, I don’t want to
fight,” I moaned weakly.
“Neither do I,” she said, “I will if
I have to, but I’d really prefer not to. So tell you what, I’ll make you a
deal, okay?”
“Okay,” I said.
“If you go on and put on a dress all
by yourself, I promise I won’t fight you,” she said.
“You promise?” I repeated.
“Yes sir,” she nodded.
“Well, in that case…” I began.
“Of course, in that case,” she said,
“In that case you’d be putting on a dress because you’d be too scared to fight
a woman. Now, that doesn’t sound too
manly too me.”
“What do you want me to do?” I
wailed.
“I want you to put on a dress,” she
said and reached towards my shoulder with her hand.
“Emily, help me!” I shrieked as I
pulled away, grabbing her hand.
“Hiding behind your wife, Gerald?”
Sarah said, “Now that is real manly.”
Emily made no attempt to hide her
disgust as she looked at me.
“I don’t think we need to worry
about preserving your manhood anymore, do we?” Sarah said.
“No,” I repented.
“Then why don’t you ask your wife
nicely if she would be so kind to lend you a dress,” Sarah said.
“Do I have to?” I moaned.
“Of course not,” she replied, “I’ll
be happy to do it for you, after I’ve whooped your ass in a fight.”
“Emily, honey?” I turned to my wife,
fighting tears of shame, “Could you lend me a dress?”
“Of course, Gerald,” my wife said
coldly, “Take any dress you like.”
“Ask for lingerie, too,” Sarah said.
“Lingerie?” I moaned.
“Can’t wear a dress without a pretty
bra and panties,” Sarah replied matter-of-factly, “And nylons, too.”
“May I also borrow some lingerie?” I
asked my wife.
“Sure, honey,” she replied, “You can
borrow whatever you want.”
“Gerald!” Sarah cried happily when I
came to the living room, now wearing Emily’s full skirted, button down blue
polka dot dress, over a white bra and panties set, tan pantyhose and white
teddies.
“What a pretty dress you picked!”
she cooed as she hugged me, “It looks really nice on you.”
I stared blankly at her, not sure
what was going on.
“Aren’t you going to thank me for
complimenting your dress, Gerald?” she mused.
“Thank you?” I said warily.
“You’re very welcome,” she said,
“But do you think you could thank me properly?”
“Properly?” I asked.
“Well, yes,” she said, “Usually when
someone gets all dressed up as nicely as you have, the proper way to repay a
compliment is to put one foot before the other, pluck at the skirts of your
dress then smile prettily and bend your legs at the knees. You think you could
do that for me?”
I paused for a second, then did as
she told me to and curtsied.
“Marvelous!” she said and hugged me
again. Then, still hugging me by my shoulder, she led me to the sofa and sat me
down next to her, facing Emily.
“Tell me, Gerald,” she said, “Did
you pick this dress right away, or did you see any other dresses you liked?”
“I guess there was one or two,” I
said.
“Really?” Sarah said, “What were
they like?”
“One was green, but similar to this
one,” I said.
“So why did you chose the blue one?”
Sarah asked.
“I tried the green one first, but I
couldn’t close the zipper,” I confessed.
“Oh, those pesky zippers,” Sarah
said, “What about the second one?”
“It was white with blue flowers at
the hem,” I said.
“Did you struggle with the zipper,
too?” Sarah asked.
“No, it didn’t have a zipper,” I
said.
“Why didn’t you wear that one,
then?” Sarah wondered.
“It was too short,” I said,
remembering how I awkwardly tried to smooth down the hem to at least make it
seem like it was trying to reach my knees.
“Well,” Sarah said, “It looks like
you’ll have plenty of pretty dresses to wear from now on.”
“From now on?” I asked, panicking,
“But I thought… I thought this was just a test. I don’t feel like a woman,
really, I don’t.”
“Gerald,” she said to me, “Let me
ask you this way, do you feel manly right now?”
“Not really,” I admitted.
“Do you feel manlier than me?” she
asked.
“No, Sarah,” I said.
“Is that why you’re wearing this
dress?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Or,” she said, “Is it the other way
around? Are you wearing the dress because you feel less manly than me?”
“Yes? No?” I said, “I don’t know,
really.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she smiled,
“Tell me this, do you feel manlier than your wife?”
I looked at Emily with a pleading
expression, hoping that she would somehow still concede to my masculine status.
“Hold on,” Emily said, “I can see
what you’re getting at. I won’t say that I completely disagree with you, but
I’m not going to continue your bullying when you’re gone.”
“Nothing like that is needed,” Sarah
said, then turned to me, “Gerald? Answer my question. Do you feel manlier than
your wife?”
“I… I suppose…,” I said.
“In that case, you won’t mind
draping yourself over her knees for a little spanking, will you?” Sarah said.
I felt my head swirl.
“Please, don’t,” I said weakly.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to
spank my husband,” Emily said, indignant.
“That’s a shame,” Sarah said, “Because
either you get a spanking from your wife, or we do the fight that I have
promised you before. Which would you prefer?”
“The spanking?” I said weakly.
“I said no,” Emily said.
“Looks like it’s you and me, then,”
Sarah said to me.
“No!” I wailed, “It’s not my fault
Emily doesn’t want to spank me.”
“You’re the man of the house, aren’t
you?” Sarah said, “Then you won’t have a problem getting your wife to spank
you, on your pretty panties, will you?”
“Please, Emily?” I said weakly,
“Otherwise she’ll really hurt me.”
My wife stared at me in disbelief.
“Ask nicely,” Sarah said.
“Emily, dear?” I said, feeling tears
trickle down my cheeks, “Would you please spank me on my panties?”
* * *
I sat nervously in the waiting room, quietly
rehearsing the lines Sarah had me memorize. Emily glanced impatiently at her
watch.
“I’m not going to wait around much
longer,” she said.
“Okay,” I replied weakly.
“I’ve got stuff to do,” she said,
looking through her handbag.
Just then, the door opened.
“Davies?” a voice called out.
Hearing my last name, I gave my wife
a peck on the cheek and went to the doctor’s office.
“Hi, I’m doctor Robert Daniels,” the
elderly, white clad figure said, “Please, come in.”
As he shut the door behind me, I
suddenly noticed Sarah was in the room, too.
“I trust you’ve met Ms. Brown,” he
said.
“I…” I stuttered, “Yes, I have.”
“Of course you have,” he smiled, “That’s
why you were lucky to get such a quick referral. Usually, the waiting time is a
bit longer. Please, sit down.”
I did as he said.
“Now, what seems to be your problem?”
he said to me.
“I…” I began, feeling Sarah’s
unforgiving gaze upon me, “Recently, I have tried on women’s clothing and I found
them really comfortable.”
“I see,” he said, “That’s really not
that uncommon, but you wouldn’t be here to see me just because you found women’s
clothing comfortable, would you?”
I exhaled, but felt I had no option
but to continue.
“I feel like they are more
appropriate for me,” I said, “I feel that it is more appropriate for me to look
like a woman.”
“And you have felt this way ever
since you first tried women’s clothing?” he asked.
“Yes,” I nodded.
“And when was that?” he asked.
“About a week ago,” I replied.
“And you have been wearing women’s
clothes ever since?” he continued.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Are these your own clothes you’re
wearing right now?” he asked.
“They’re my wife’s,” I said
blushingly, “Except for the shoes.”
“Right,” he said, “So your wife
helps you with your clothes.”
“She also helps me with my makeup,”
I said, “And my hair.”
“Right,” Dr. Daniels said, then
opened a folder.
“Veronica, is it?” he said.
“I beg your pardon?” I said.
“I mean, Ms. Davies,” he corrected
himself, “Or is it Mr. Davies, I don’t know, help me out here, please?”
“Officially, it is still Mr. Gerald
Davies,” Sarah replied with a smile.
“Well then,” Dr. Daniels said, “If
you prefer, I can call you Veronica regardless, what I want to say is this.”
He shuffled his folder for a bit
more.
“Sometimes, something can happen in one’s
life that makes us see things completely differently,” he began, “A man, like
you or me, puts on women’s clothing and realizes he wants to live as a woman
from then on. Something like that hits you all of the sudden, by pure
coincidence, and it changes your life forever. Now, I’m not saying what
happened in your case, and a week is usually a very short time, but on Ms.
Brown’s recommendation, I am confident we can already reach a conclusion. You
see, Ms. Brown has been working with me in such cases before, and I suppose I
could say she has a nose for it. I’m not saying that you will want to become a
woman, but it is reason enough for a thorough evaluation.”
“If I may say something,” I said,
looking warily at Sarah with the corner of my eye.
“Sure,” he said.
“The first time I put on a dress,” I
said, “It wasn’t voluntarily.”
“Oh?” Dr. Daniels said.
“No,” I confirmed, “In fact, I was
forced to do so.”
“I see,” he said and scribbled
something in the file. I could feel a wave of relief washing over me.
“Well, see here, Mr. Davies,” he
began, “I mean, Veronica. These things come in all shapes and sizes. Some men
do it out of curiosity. Some men do it for a bet. You did it, as you say,
because you were forced to. Why you first dressed up as a woman doesn’t really
matter. What matters is that you keep on doing it.”
“Actually, about that…” I tried to
say, but Sarah placed a hand on my arm.
“Let Dr. Daniels finish,” she said.
“Thank you, Sarah,” he said, then
turned to me, “Sarah, I mean Ms. Brown has really been a great deal of help
here, I don’t know what I would do without her. I’m certainly not an expert in
these cases, but as long as she is involved, you can rest assured you will get
the quickest treatment possible. Of course, we follow the prescribed procedures,
but in the last ten, heck, fifteen cases, it has always turned out that she was
a step ahead.”
“We have a good history of
collaboration,” Sarah smiled.
“Now, Mr. Davies, back to you,” Dr.
Daniels said, “Of course, as much as I trust Ms. Brown’s recommendation, I have
no choice but to follow the prescribed medical procedures. I hope you’re not
too disappointed we can’t turn you into a woman just yet.”
“No, no,” I said, “In fact…”
Sarah silenced me with her hand,
again.
“What I propose in such cases is
that the patient starts, or in your case, continues to live as a woman,” he
said, “For a certain amount of time. A year or so, so that we can make sure if
his desire to become a woman is indeed true.”
“Now, I understand in your case,
that will not be a problem,” he said.
“Yes,” I said, “I mean, no,” I
corrected myself, “I mean, why?”
“You are wearing your wife’s clothes,
is that correct?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, “But…”
“Well, that makes it easier at the
beginning, if you don’t have to buy a whole wardrobe,” he said, “And you also
said your wife helps you with your makeup and your hair?”
“Mr. and Ms. Davies are about to
separate,” Sarah explained.
“Oh, I see,” he said.
“I am sure that Ms. Davies will be
perfectly happy to let Mr. Davies continue wearing her old clothes,” she
reassured him.
“In that case,” Dr. Daniels said, “Do
you know already where you will live?”
“I am still looking for a place,” I
said.
“You can stay with me,” Sarah said.
I turned to her in shock.
“What about…?” I began, “Wouldn’t
that…”
“If you’re worried about Priscilla,”
she smiled, “We, too, are also getting separated. She’s going back to live with
her mother.”
“John is coming home?” I asked
excitedly, “When?”
“It’s Priscilla,” Sarah said, “And
just as we speak, actually.”
“That means…” I began.
“That means you can come home with
me right away,” Sarah said, “We can stop at the mall so you can buy some pretty
clothes.”
“Fantastic,” Dr. Daniels said, “Now
that this has been arranged, let’s talk about procedures.”
“Procedures?” I asked worriedly.
“Hormone treatment,” Dr. Daniels
said, “Maybe even some minor surgery, but it’s too early to talk about that.”
“But I thought that only comes after
this test period,” I said, “I mean, shouldn’t we make sure I actually want to
become a woman, before you start turning me into one?”
Dr. Daniels smiled.
“That’s exactly what I used to
think, too,” he said, “But then Ms. Brown pointed out the error for me. How can
you live like a woman, if you don’t look like a woman?”
I stared blankly at him.
“Now, I don’t want to say you
yourself look like a man right now,” he said, “But you will nevertheless agree
that every single thing helps. Let me see your hand.”
He examined my hand under the
billowy, diaphanous sleeve of my wife’s blouse.
“I’d say you’re halfway there
already,” he said, “Still…”
Before I knew it, I felt a sting in
my upper arm.
“You will find you don’t have to
shave so much,” he winked at me, “All over.”
“Was that….?” I tried to ask.
“A booster shot of estrogen,” Sarah
replied, “We’ll come for a follow up in a week.”
“In the meantime,” Dr. Daniels said,
“Your skin will become softer, you might notice some swelling around your
nipples, maybe some mood swings. As I’ve said, I would usually wait with this
treatment, but seeing how you will have Ms. Brown to help you, I see no reason
not to delay it.”
“Mr. Davies,” he said solemnly, “You
are in good hands. I am fully confident that Ms. Brown will help you deal with
any obstacle along your path and, to put it this way, I’m sure I won’t be
referring to you as Mr. Davies much longer.”
“Sarah?” he turned to her, “I don’t
know how to thank you. Ever since you came along, my stats have been amazing. With
Mr. Davies here on the fast tract, they will be even more outstanding.”
“Oh, I should be thanking you,
Robert,” she smiled back, “After all, with Priscilla moving out, I need a new
toy to keep me busy.”
7 comments:
Thank you.
It's always thrilling to read about strong females and their feminized male wives. ;)
Great job!
Could you perhaps give us a peak at Priscilla back home with his mother?
Your fan, Jnynj
Thank you for your kind comments.
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