Chapter 6.
Fiona leaned forward on the sofa and pointed the remote at the television. The room went silent. Peter sat on the floor his hand on Fiona's knees looking up at her quietly.
"That is quite enough of that rubbish" she remarked, handing the remote to her husband and uncrossing her legs.
"I know it is hard darling, believe me I really do. But this isn't entirely unpleasant for you, is it?"
Peter looked at the floor. His black satin skirt, perfectly arranged in ruffles around his waist made him look very sweet. He could feel his suspenders tugging at his stocking tops as he shifted position, sitting as gracefully as he could, knees and ankles together. He looked up at Fiona, stroking her calf with the back of his hand. Fiona looked down at him, curling a finger around one of his ringlets and smiling. Peter blushed.
"I am jealous Fi. It is a horrible feeling. I just hate it when you are upstairs with Ian, it is the worse thing in the world."
"But you like being so pretty, don't you darling."
Peter pouted. He couldn't help it.
"I do, yes, but can't it just be you and I."
Fiona smiled knowingly, holding Peter softly by the chin. He looked up at her lovingly. After all these weeks he had perfected his make-up routine and looked sensational. Fiona had indulged all his little requests and invested in all manner of treatments. Peter had small, delicate, perfectly formed features and looked breathtakingly feminine in full make-up. His eyes shone brightly, his full lips were moist and glossy and his eyebrows curved whimsically, redolent of a sixties film star.
"Peter. Silly girl. You are in chastity remember, since you made your decision not to be released. So how it can it just be you and I, hmmm? How unfair would that be on poor little me. You want be to be satisfied now, don't you, hmmm?"
Peter found it so hard to argue with Fiona's logic. He knew that something was wrong with her reasoning, but he just went to jelly when Fiona explained things to him.
"Yes, I know Fi, but now I am in chastity then can't we just be a couple again?"
"We are a couple darling. You are my husband. We live together don't we? I endulge your little needs don't I?"
Fiona pulled gently at Peter's hoop earring as she spoke the word 'needs' making Simon blush. He closed his eyes showing off his long black eye-lashes and his bottom lip trembled.
"Now shh. We are just going to go round and round in circles now. You made your decision and now you are regretting it. Well that is tough. We all have to live with the consequences of our actions, and for you that means confronting the green-eyed monster before it gobbles you up."
With that Fiona stood up, and chivalrously put out her hands to help Peter up from the floor. He rose in one elegant movement, and stood in his heels, one foot in front of the other, his hands clasped neatly together over his white pinny, showing off his long pink nails.
Fiona tapped her husband on the nose playfully, but it said to him, quite clearly, that the subject was now closed. Upstairs these days it took Fiona's husband much longer to get ready for bed than her. Fiona was usually in bed reading whilst her husband went through the long ritual of removing her lingerie, make-up and then carefully hanging up her pretty dresses.
Finally he took his baby-doll nighty from under the pillow and pulled it over his head. He then had to stand neatly until Fiona gave his permission to get into bed. Fiona slowly turned another page and carried on reading. After a few minutes she patted the bed and Peter, relieved, climbed in.
"How long has it been now?"
Fiona tapped the front of his chastity belt twice with the tip of her fingernail.
"Five long weeks, Fi."
Fiona smiled to herself, and wondered whether this might be a the right time to explore the next stage of her plan with Peter.
"Peter, I am going to give you another choice. How good is that?"
Peter's blood froze, and without knowing what Fiona was going to say he felt a horrible feeling of doom, like the last day of the summer holidays.
"Now you look so beautiful all the time, I want you to decide whether you wish to continue with your feminization or revert to being simple, sorry simply Peter again."
"Can't I be both Fi. I like it like this?"
"Of course not silly. You are really saying some very foolish things today, aren't you? Now listen to me. I am prepared to let you continue to live as a girl, but only if you do it properly."
"You mean have a sex change? For heaven's sake Fi."
"I did not say that. Stop being such a drama queen and listen to me. I am giving you a very simple choice. You revert to Peter, no lovely clothes, just as you were before we met. Or you stay as you are and keep all your pretty clothes. But if you do then you I want you to experience the female condition as a woman does."
Fiona chose her words very carefully, and watched her husband look searchingly into her eyes trying to understand exactly what she meant.
"You do mean a sex change then?" Peter looked terrified.
"I am not going to repeat myself. If you choose the female route then I want you to alter the balance of your hormones. This can be achieved quite simply by a three monthly injection. It is quite painless, but over a few weeks you will start to feel more....well more female."
The room went silent.
"Sarah and I are in London tomorrow. It will give you a chance to think this through. Then when I get back we can have another little chat. Don't look so worried precious. Remember it is entirely your choice."
Sarah lifted his chin with her finger and smiled.
"It is your decision, no-one else's. We can rewind everything to where we were when we first met. No chastity, no boyfriends, no jealousy. Just my handsome husband and our simple suburban life together. "
Peter looked quite lost. Fiona smiled to herself confident in the knowledge that her husband had gone so far down this road that he probably couldn't remember the way back.
Fiona and Sarah sat in St James's Park listening to the hum of traffic along The Mall. A huge Union Jack fluttered above Buckingham Palace and the two girls poked at a plastic pot of olives and feta cheese with cocktail sticks. It was a lovely early Autumn evening, and they decided on an impromptu picnic before taking the train home.
Sarah kicked her heels off and stretched out her legs, wriggling her toes westwards towards the setting sun.
"I am not surprised Fi. Of course he is jealous for heaven's sake. You are upstairs making whoopee with some bloke called Ian, and poor Peter is downstairs listening to everything. You are certifiable, so you are."
Sarah always spoke in a mock Irish accent when she mad a painful observation, it was her defense mechanism."
Fiona stabbed an olive and placed it in Sarah's mouth.
"In my defense your honour, it was technically Peter's choice. He wanted release from chastity and the price was to ask me to sleep with someone else."
"You are not even convincing yourself honey. The choices you give that poor man are not exactly balanced now are they? Go into chastity or no sex ever again for one. Then you give him the choice of chastity or release from chastity , oh but only if he asks you to sleep with someone else. "
"He is still with me Sarah, isn't he? He can always leave me if the relationship isn't working for him. We are consenting adults after all."
Sarah shook her head and laughed.
"What is the expression people use in bsmd..."
Fiona looked up. This is a subject that they had never discussed before
"BDSM Sarah, and the expression I think you are referring to is safe, sane and consensual."
Sarah looked back at Fiona and their eyes locked. They both learnt something about each other in an instant, and two pennies dropped simultaneously.
"Well, not my subject I am afraid Fi. But, but...yes, if this is a game, then it should definitely be consensual. "
Fiona sipped her wine from a plastic cup earnestly and put it back down carefully on the grass.
"It isn't a game Sarah darling. But yes, it is consensual and I am reasonably confident that I am not mad. As for safe, well yes, I think so."
Sarah looked at her watch. They had a good two hours before the last train.
"Well, it is your marriage Fi. Peter is a lovely guy, bit effeminate for my tastes, but lovely nonetheless. Don't blow it is my advice."
"I am going to push him further Sarah. Call me irresponsible, but I want to go even further with him."
"Irresponsible you most definitely are, in fact the High Priestess of Irresponsible. Now, what on earth have you got planned now. ...tell me more?"
Fiona explained the choice she had given Peter and his slow descent into female clothing over the last few weeks.
"He is aware that the drug will alter his hormones, but I haven't exactly explained all of the side affects, well not yet."
Fiona ran her finger around the rim of the olive pot as she spoke, without looking up.
"Come on Fi, what is this drug? Is it dangerous?"
"No, it is not dangerous if used correctly. It is mainly used as a female contraceptive, but if administered to a man it leads to some, well, some amusing side effects."
Fiona smiled.
