Quiet Servitude Pt. 01
Keywords: Quiet, Servitude, Pt., 01,
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"*Author's Notes*
Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.
To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.
If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.
If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy.
I would also like to take a moment to thank my best buds for taking the time and having the patience to ask questions about my female alter-ego and to sit there listening to me drone on about the subject of being transgendered. If it weren't for you, this story never would have been born. It was due to all your great questions regarding my transgendered nature and how I would react in particular situations that led me to put them together for this story. Thank you for being my friend and I hope I someday meet a woman like the one I describe as my wife in this story. (At least like the one I describe in the MAIN story listed here.) I'm not sure I'll want to find a woman like the one I describe in one or more of my alternate endings that I have written in order to meet the wide variety of stories enjoyed by the transgendered community. Because this story had so many different, possible endings that came to mind while writing the first nine chapters I have created multiple endings to satisfy as many readers as possible. They alternate endings can be found at the end of the main story.
With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental."
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*Chapter 1 - Wednesday, June 4th*
I was knee deep in meetings at work when my computer chimed indicating that an email had reached my inbox. My part of the conference call had come to an end and I sat there listening to another person on our team drone on about the project budgets, the driest and often longest part of our weekly calls. These same two hours was roped off on my calendar every Wednesday and once I presented my updates I was essentially free to multitask on other things while the meeting wound down. Today was no different. With no paperwork to do and only other calls to make I turned back to the laptop on my desk and kicked off the screensaver. To my surprise, buried in a couple dozen new emails, there was one from my wife. Two of her old college roommates were coming into town and we had discussed them staying with us. I had no problems with it as we had four bedrooms and they had both accepted the offer. Terry would be arriving mid-day Saturday and Julie around the same time on Sunday. When my wife had first broached the subject of having her two college roommates come to town I was happy for her. We had been relocated to Michigan for my job and although I had made friends through work my wife had only a few people she would consider friends. My wife Christa was literally giddy with the joy at the prospect of the reunion. When we were done with that bit of business over dinner together that night she coyly brought up a bit of news that she, at first, was hesitant to divulge. It seems that Terry, her roommate, was the same Terry she had also dated in college. We had talked about him in the past and I had never made the connection assuming that both her roommates had been women.
"Oh . . ." I remarked as I poked at my potatoes au gratin.
My wife's wide smile started to crack.
"You know I love you right? I DID marry you after all and if you're going to be uncomfortable with this please tell me and I'll have Terry and Julie stay someplace nearby."
It was my turn to smile as I stared at my plate. Christa had talked about the relationship she had had with Terry during the college years and in many respects I was jealous of the bits and pieces I had heard. It wasn't like I had self esteem problems but occasionally felt as though she had made the wrong decision to leave Terry and to have later met and married me. I was stable and made good money. I provided the lifestyle she wanted but couldn't help but think that she had regretted her decision. But after all she did marry me and I was secure enough to know that her feelings for me were genuine. I had nothing to worry about as she was constantly reminding me.
"You have nothing to worry about." She added. I smiled, meeting her eyes.
"I know that." Taking her hand in mine. "I have no problem with them staying with us for the week. It will be nice to finally meet them."
Apparently these were the right words because the sparkle in her eyes and wide grin had returned.
My mind drifted back from the memory and to the phone call, which had just come to a close. I disconnected and turned back to my laptop, hitting 'reply' on her email. Here came the tricky part. As anyone who uses email to communicate knows, how you reply can say more than what you write and I wanted to make sure that she got the right message. This next week I would do everything possible to make it fun and memorable for her and our guests and wrote as much in the email. Confident that I had phrased it accordingly and was perfectly clear in my meaning I finished up the message by telling her that I pondered her query and had accepted it. I would do as she asked and would clear my calendar, taking the next week off. There wasn't anything on there that I couldn't reschedule or miss altogether. I would have my assistant take the call next week and would spend the time at home with our guests. Within a minute's time I received another half dozen emails, one of which was a response from my wife. She was so excited and promised me that I wouldn't regret it.
I had hoped that we would take the week off and go somewhere by ourselves but if she had a great time next week that would be good enough for me. I deleted the email, kicked on the screensaver and left the office telling my secretary Debbie that I was heading out for the rest of the day.
*Chapter 2 - Wednesday Evening, June 4th*
I arrived home and pulled into the garage. Before I had even reached the kitchen I could already make out the sent of barbecued chicken cooking in the oven and hope the smell wasn't simply blowing in from the neighbor's grill. I wasn't disappointed. When I stepped inside I could see the oven working away as potatoes boiled on the stovetop, my wife hidden in a cloud of steam.
"I don't think I forgot our anniversary." I mentioned to her as I slid up behind her and nuzzled her neck, something that drove her crazy.
"You didn't miss anything darling. I just thought I'd whip up something special tonight is all." I love to see her smile and she didn't disappoint.
"Uh-huh." I said skeptically. "I usually get my favorite BBQ chicken and it comes with strings attached. I don't find out about those until AFTER we eat though and by then you've upheld your side of an agreement I don't get to hear until dessert. Then again, it's not a deal without French silk pie." I looked around and didn't see one so I thought I was safe and maybe she just wanted tonight to be special. It had been a couple of busy months at work and we hadn't spent as much time together.
She walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bowl of slaw to go with the chicken. On the top shelf I could see a pie, suspiciously looking like French Silk, sitting alone on the top shelf.
"You are always so suspicious!" she said, pecking me on the lips while she returned to the potatoes boiling on the stove.
"I knew it." I said, resigning myself to the fact that she was indeed up to something. I wasn't going to get anything else out of her until after dinner I decided so after getting a few inquiries rebuked I headed for the master bedroom and changed into my sweats.
"Dinner's ready!"
Here we go I said to myself as I returned to the kitchen and took my usual seat at the dining room table.
"How was work?" she asked as we dug in.
There was even cornbread on the table and real butter, not that fake stuff we usually ate. This could get expensive.
"Just fine dear." I played along. "How was your day?"
We carried on like a pair of smitten teenagers, while we ate, exchanging comments in between bites.
Two helpings of chicken, three interruptions by telemarketers and a big piece of chocolate pie signaled the end of a meal I had to admit was truly awesome.
"How much is this going to cost me?" I finally asked, noticing that she had jumped up to clear the table and begin to load the dishwasher, a task I normally took care of since she had done the cooking. She finally relented, shooting me a quick look while she finished up wiping down the counter.
"Only a couple of hundred dollars at most."
"We're not adopting a child from South America are we?"
"No no. Nothing like that" she said, sitting back down and taking my hands in hers.
"Then what?" I said, smiling. Hoping to mask the nervous quiver I heard in my voice.
Over the next twenty minutes she outlined a scheme that had caught me totally off guard. She could see my apprehension yet there was something in my face that gave away a hint of excitement as the prospect she proposed.
"Honey. You've been exploring your feminine side for years now, dressing in clothing and you've gotten so much better with makeup. You have been crossdressing all of your life. We've even been going to support meetings every month and I get the feeling that you want to do more, go further, explore that side of you.
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Keywords: Quiet, Servitude, Pt., 01,