They had special capes custom made for the shop. The one Igot was black. The way she put it on, the words 'Feminine Mystique-Restore Your Feminity' ...were emblazoned on my chest. I wasn't sure I wasreally 'restoring' my femininity, but feminity was certainly becoming alarger part of my life. Brianne started to cut my hair. She startedwith the front, trimming it so that I had bangs. At one point shestopped to ask my wife's opinion. "Do you think the bangs are too longVictoria?" Maybe a bit. But I don’t know if I can do it. I need someone else to take control. I need someone to give me a push.”It was just after ten on a Thursday night. We walked along an elevated path overlooking the Mississippi. There were people in the distance, but it was a quiet night and the city was shutting down.Sadie had recently ended things with the only man she’d ever loved. They’d met in college and moved in together shortly after. Five years later, he spent most of his time playing video games. "Part of the fun ofhanging out with your fellow sissies is playing dress up with eachother..." His eyes glinted with mischief as he licked his lips. "...orplaying dress down. And I did promise to give you the full Sisselixerexperience so you could decide what you wanted for yourself..." his wordsgrew an increasingly teasing tone as he pushed the squirming, mewlingJeffrey into the showers."T-Tiny, stooooop!" Jeffery whimpered, as they crossed the threshold intothe showers. After seeing all the. Shewould look at him and her nervous throaty giggles were like liquid sex ... like warm water pouring over the head of my penis. I began to experience a heady combination of jealousy and fascination that made my knees get weak and my stomach churn. My penis would swell when I watched her flirt or walk past him with her blouse open.Why did I feel jealousy and still an urge to yield sexual access to my pretty wife? ... I didn't know, but it was a nagging impulsive thought that was always lurking.