Driving home after the eventful day, Mark felt both elated and confused. Not only had he been unexpectedly finger-fucked to an explosive climax for the first time in his life -- a bizarre event to him -- but also willingly sucked that same black man's cock, seemingly without giving the decision conscious thought. That, plus the emotional session with Dr. Anderson had been utterly traumatic.
Although it was traumatic in quite a different way, his physical transformation was having a powerful psychological effect as well. Being denuded of all his body hair, wearing makeup, and now sitting in his car wearing women's apparel were simply not events a sane man could ever have imagined.
Reflecting on the day, he decided he would rather not have had either sexual experience, even though it had felt amazingly good at the time. Looking at himself in the rearview mirror, he had to admit that his hair and his lip-gloss enhanced smile made him feel very different and strangely contented. Weirdly, even the women's clothing seemed to feel right against his skin. The french cut panties felt especially sensuous and erotic, and the silky feel against his penis had given him a painfully hard erection for most of the drive home.
He jumped out of the Subaru, eager to show Laura how masculine and sexy he looked. That Laura would perceive him quite differently never occurred to him.
Inside their colonial style house, Laura paced the kitchen floor with a sharp anxiety gnawing away at her. She knew that things could never be "normal" between them again and the fracture in their marriage might be so deep it could never be repaired. She had cooked New York strip steaks on the grille, poured a red wine, and lit candles, hoping it would have a calming effect on her husband, who would be – she was certain – in a state of murderous rage. Although she had gotten his verbal permission for the things she had done with Dr. Jackson, when the fantasy had become real it was a very different matter.
She couldn't have been more shocked when he entered the front door and stood in the foyer with a big smile on his face. Not only was that unexpected, but his appearance shocked and puzzled her too. She thought to herself that he was either wearing clothes that were a daring men's style or -- could it be – they were women's clothes. Inspecting him, she was inclined to think the latter, especially when she noticed that the sandals he wore, although a size larger, were identical to a pair she had bought at Payless last spring.
She noticed his hair, cut in a pixie style, lightened and with frosted tips and started to say something when he glided into the kitchen and took her in his arms, hugging her tightly. She suddenly felt she had somehow been given a miraculous reprieve for the last few days, which was completely unexpected but she decided not to take it for granted. Anyway, she thought, there was sure to be a logical story behind all this physical change in Mark, and at first glance she decided she rather liked it. He certainly looked better groomed than his normal slovenly, comic book nerd appearance.
They settled down to share a meal punctuated with quiet conversation. Mark told her much of what had happened starting with his session with Dr. Anderson and ending with the day spa trip. Of course he left out significant parts of the day including the fact that a black man had cum in his mouth and had his fingers deep in Mark's 'boy pussy.' He even told her that Dr. Anderson was going to continue to help shape him into a more self-assured and confident person and that to celebrate it they had even decided he should have a new name – 'Stevie'.
Laura wasn't sure she liked either the idea of reshaping him or the name, but anything that could help take the focus off her sex with Ray was a godsend at the moment. Mark also told her that the reason he was wearing a borrowed outfit because he had been caught in a sudden inundation from Dr. Anderson's lawn sprinklers and his own had been ruined in the dryer by her careless servant. It was a thin lie, but given Laura's emotional state, she was so eager to return to a state of normalcy, she accepted it.
Mark told her about the special tea he needed to drink three times a day, and his demure wife suggested he take a nice hot bath while brewed him a cup and did dishes. Laura also told him to strip off so she could launder the borrowed clothing. When he did, she saw his smooth body and then especially noticed the fact that his pubic hair was completely gone. He was hoping it would impress her and make his male member stand out, but the effect it had on her was quite the contrary. His slender penis now simply looked like a little boy's to her and in fact his whole body looked less masculine to her. That of course was the effect Dr. Anderson had sought to create and it was working perfectly with Laura. Rather than being turned on by his appearance, any feeling of desire she might have developed after the candle-lit dinner was instantly extinguished.
Her slender husband trooped upstairs and into the bathroom. As the tub filled, he regarded himself in the full-length mirror and for the first time he inspected his body with the kind of intensity normal for women, but men hardly ever muster when looking at themselves. He decided he rather liked the sleek and smooth look. He swung his hips from side to side and regarded himself from multiple angles.
Suddenly, he stopped in the middle of a full frontal pose and frowned. Something didn't look right. Without even thinking consciously about why, he tucked his slender dick and diminutive balls back between his thighs and posed again. His male sexual package was now gone, invisible from the front. He couldn't explain it, but somehow that seemed to look and feel more correct. Strangely, it also felt rather erotic and he began to have an erection. Shaking his head to dismiss the entire matter from his mind, he hopped gingerly into the warm bath just as Laura came up with his tea.
Neither of them knew that it was heavily estrogen laden, but Laura commented on its pleasant scent and suggested that perhaps she would try a cup as well. Mark told her absolutely not – that it had muscle enhancers for men only, so she promptly forgot the idea. This was of course only one among many lies Dr. Anderson had told him today.
After he finished the tea, Laura offered him a towel and began drying him off. His skin really did feel remarkably smooth she decided; almost as smooth as her own. She suggested that he put on pajamas and get comfortable in their bed while she bathed. The reason for this was that she didn't want him to see her nude with her many love bites and bruises from her intense night with Ray.
After a quick bath, she put on long cotton pajamas in the bathroom. She turned out the bedroom lights and cuddled next to Mark. After a few quiet minutes, she spoke softly, "Mark darling. . ." then she frowned and thought for a moment, "Or would you rather I call you 'Stevie?"
Lying back with his fingers laced behind his head, Mark considered it briefly, then said, "Yeah, I like that."
Laura continued, "Stevie it is, honey. So. . . Stevie, we need to talk about what happened between me and Ray. I want us both to be at peace with the situation."
Lying on her left side, she lifted her right hand to his PJ top, and unbuttoning, ran her hand over his smooth chest and his hardening nipples. He felt both tender and strangely more turned on that usual there tonight. He breathed heavily while Laura, encouraged by the fact that his nipples seemed exceptionally responsive tonight, pulled at them, arousing him even further.
