A Husband Changes

"Have you been talking to Bob?" I asked. He and I had been friends since high school and had been enjoying each other sexually almost all that time. The three of us had gotten together on a couple of occasions as Anne had expressed her desire for a threesome.

"He tells me you are the best cocksucker in the world, better than any girl he has ever been with," Anne replied. "And next time he comes over here, I want to see you go down on him, preferably while dressed in your new things."

I pressed my hard cock firmly against her thigh, the thought of the scenario she had just described was so arousing.

"In the meantime," Anne continued, "There are many other things I want to teach you and many other things I want you to do. By the time I've finished, you'll be able to go out dressed as a woman and all the men will be hitting on you."

"Not if I'm with you." I replied.

"You wait and see." Anne said.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Anne taught me a lot. Whenever I was alone with her she would show me how to walk in high heels, how to pull on a pair of stockings without putting my fingers through them, and how to apply fingernail polish. She spent even more time showing me how to makeup my face and going out with me to buy the things we needed.

At the same time she started to talk to me about hormones and what they could do for my female image. She would buy books on transsexualism and we would read them together. She bought medical dictionaries and lists of prescription drugs that we would both peruse.

Anne encouraged me to grow my own hair long as she thought natural long hair was far superior to a wig. My fingernails were longer too, painted with clear polish, unlike my toenails which were painted a bright red. She showed me how to shave under my arms and also remove my chest hair.

Being a photographer allowed me to be able to get away with these things, most people putting them down to creative eccentricities. I could frequently be seen in the studio wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans, high heels and a shirt, which, if you looked closely, wasn't a shirt but a blouse. On the days when I didn't have to go out, I would also wear a little eye shadow, lipstick and paint my fingernails with a matching shade.