Magic Dress - Rosemary

"God, you really are a little girl!" she said. "Wait here."

She came back with a grey skirt, and made me put it on. She must have bought it specially.

"I was saving this, but I think we should let your boss and his wife see what you're really like."

When we were nearly ready to go, she started to look a little panic-stricken.

"Oh my God! You really would do it, wouldn't you? You don't even try to stand up to me! What a fucking wimp! Go and put some bloody trousers on!"

"Yes, dear," I said, gratefully.

"But keep the stockings," she called after me.

The dinner was delicious, though the event was anything but. Both women disliked each other, but disguised it by polite enthusiasm, compliments and smiles. Alec and I soon discovered that we were superfluous and kept quiet except when told to speak. There was a battle of wills going on far above our heads.

On the way home I got the battle report.

"Well, they're certainly doing all right! It's a big house, but she hasn't got much taste."

"I thought you liked it, dear?"

"Well, wouldn't criticise to her face, of course. Mind you, she seems to have a high opinion of herself. She's only a dentist's wife with a part-time job."

It hadn't seemed like that to me, but I knew there was no point in arguing. I resigned myself to further accounts of Mary's faults and the defects of her décor over the following days. And of course, the observation that Alec was keeping money which I deserved.

On Sunday I had to wear the skirt as I did my chores.

CHAPTER 5

We were both invited to dinner again, but Margaret said she had some important social meeting and I went alone. I was wearing pretty panties but she did not mention the stockings.

The evening began by me washing and being sucked off by a grateful Anne, before changing into Rosemary.

Strangely, things settle down into a routine. Margaret no longer went on at me about the job, though still had women's panties and she did remind me I was a girl often enough. I also had to wear the skirt and stockings every Sunday. I tried not to be too cheerful about it. Every so often I was able to go and be sucked off by Anne and spend some time as Rosemary.

Then one Sunday the doorbell rang. I left the kitchen and sat in the living room. I heard Margaret answer the door and speak to someone. Jehovah's witnesses, I supposed. I heard the door close and stood up. Then a man in a smart suit walked into the room.

"Hello, Tim," he said without surprise, but looking me up and down. "Glad to meet you at last."

I could not speak. I was dumbfounded.

He told me his name and the company he worked for, but it meant nothing to me. He was very affable.

"I understand you wear women's underwear, and have done for some time. Is that every day?"

I was so shocked, I just stammered "Y-yes."

"Good. And you have not had sexual relations with your wife for, let's see, over six months? Is that about right?"

"Well, yes, but you see..."

I was tongue-tied, as usual under stress. It was only a kind professor that had got me through my oral exam at university.

He sat back with a smile.

"Well, that seems to sort things out. Your wife has proposed a separation before proceeding to a settlement."

He looked at me with what I supposed was meant to be a kind and concerned expression.

"It will all be very quiet, and there is no need to bring out your behaviour in court. It just turned out you were not compatible, that's all. There will be an equitable distribution of assets, of course."

He put a folder on the table.

"Well, I will be available for any clarification, but these are the documents to be signed. I hope you can still remain friends. I will come back the same time next Sunday to give you time to discuss it."

Inside was a legal document with spaces for signatures, stating that we had mutually agreed to end our marriage because of incompatibility and agreed sharing of assets and liabilities.

"So we won't be sharing a bed from now on," said the woman whom I thought loved me. "Wear what you like."

As I did not have anything else, I slept, though not much, in a nightdress in the spare room, and put on panties as usual to go to work.

Margaret was cheerful, and even cooked me breakfast, saying it was all for the best, not to blame myself and she hoped I would find someone else.

"You look shattered!" said Alec at work, so I told him.

"I don't think you're in a fit state to mess around in people's mouths," he said. "Go home and I'll get Mary to come and have a look at those documents. She knows a bit about the law, and she's not in court today."

I remembered she had part-time job typing what people said in court for the record, so she must understand legalese better than me. She could probably ask a lawyer if necessary.

He called me a taxi and I went home. A cup of tea did not help.

Mary came round less than an hour later, to see if I was all right. She brought the green dress and dressed me up as Rosemary.

"I think you'll be all right now," she said. "Could I just borrow these documents? I'll get them back to you before your wife is home."

It felt good to be in my feminine clothes in my own home. I thought I could even live like this, if I wasn't married. I made myself what food I wanted, and looked through Margaret's wardrobe.

Judgmentally!

What I thought were good and what were not so good. Maybe even a bit catty! And entertained myself by thinking of the clothes I could buy for myself.

A few hours later, Mary came back.

"I've been through the documents," she said. "I think under the circumstances you should sign them. I'm sorry this has happened to you, but it is as well to get it over with. Don't worry. Alec and I will see you're all right."

"We will come round next Sunday to witness. Don't sign anything without us being present."

Somehow, I believed her, and felt confident enough to go to work next day.

I was back in regular clothes when Margaret returned. She said she was sorry it hadn't worked out but was polite and almost ingratiating. I guess she needed me to sign.

Next day I said Alec had volunteered to act as witness. She hesitated, and then shrugged.

Sunday came. Margaret dressed up a bit to meet the lawyer.

I showered, shaved and put on the grey skirt along with the stockings and suspenders.

"You don't have to do that," she said.

"I think I do," I said.

Alec and Mary came around, and there was some forced polite conversation skirting around the subject. (And not mentioning my skirt!) I noted they were fairly casually dressed.

I heard the lawyer arrive and Margaret welcoming him. He looked at me with a little surprise, and then a grin.

His face dropped as Mary stood up.

"Hello Mr Chalcott," she said. "Nice to see you again."

I realised they must see each other at court.

"Likewise, Your Honour," he stammered.

"Now then," she chided him, "I'm not here as a judge, just a lawyer, seeing that my client is properly dealt with."

"I didn't know you were a judge," I said. "I thought you were a court recorder."

They both looked at me as if I was stupid.

"A Recorder is a judge," said Chalcott.

"But I'm only part-time," explained Mary, "just a few weeks a year. Otherwise I'm an ordinary lawyer."

We sat at the dining table, Margaret and Chalcott on one side, Mary and me on the other, with the folder between us.

Mary began.

"While not condoning the actions which have been taken, I believe the documents before us are an acceptable compromise to facilitate the separation of our clients with minimum legal cost and to reduce the stress on both. It is my opinion that to contest the content would incur excessive legal costs, so I advise my client to sign them, subject to the deletion of one sentence, which I have marked in red."

"Now, Mr Chalcott. Please look at them and advise your client."

She whispered in my ear "It's just a small thing. Don't worry. Things will be fine."

He picked them up, read through them quickly, and whispered in Margaret's ear. She nodded.

"Yes, we agree to this document including deletion of the sentence so marked."

He put a line through it in black fountain pen ink, and we all four of us initialled the correction on two copies.

The lawyers confirmed that this was the commitment to a 'no fault' divorce and the division of possessions, assets and liabilities. I would have full access to the house for four weeks in order to arrange accommodation for myself and have twelve weeks for further removal of effects.

Then we signed all pages and the two lawyers did so as witnesses.

Mary said that I should stay with them tonight. I had already packed some things in anticipation.

Chalcott thanked us.

"On behalf of myself as well as my client, I would like to thank you both for being so reasonable under what we appreciate must be difficult circumstances, and for the good advice you have given, Mary."

Mary answered.

"And thank you, Mr Chalcott, for your usual diligence and good sense in dealing with this issue."

He was trying not to smirk, but I had already seen the champagne in the refrigerator.

CHAPTER 6

When we got back to their house, I was instructed to shower. Then Anne sucked me off, and I changed into Rosemary. Both of these things made me feel better, but I was still a rather down.

"I'm sorry about the end of your marriage," said Mary. "But the legal side has gone really well. Chalcott is an idiot."

I was surprised.

"The contract you both signed was not the one he prepared. The first page was on headed notepaper, so I left that, apart from getting a concession by deleting one line. He obviously thought it was worth giving that away to get the rest. I suspected he would look no further."

"The rest were on plain paper, so I typed them up again with some tiny changes and he never noticed. In particular I removed the word 'not' from one paragraph and put it in another. It looks the same at a glance, but naturally it is legally very different. Key financial liabilities have been switched. But don't worry, you are not robbing her. It is just fair, as I think it should have been."

"When you get letters demanding payment and suchlike, pass them on to me, and I will draw attention to the relevant words."

"I was counting on him not going through the document as carefully as he should. I've seen him do it in court. I thought he had a new woman, so I will be interested to see how long Margaret keeps in favour."

As it turned out, the answer was not long. When she found out that she had not had the deal she was promised, she chucked him.

She actually came to the practice to see me to ask if we could start again, but I said no. I was happy as I was, so the house went on the market for us to share the proceeds.

Alec and Margaret have a big house, and invited me to stay permanently.

On a typical day as Tim, I am a man at work, nothing else. No relationships, just a dentist concentrating on a challenging and useful job. Pleased with the technical side and pleased to help people. I get a fair salary for my contribution to the practice, and have good colleagues.

Then it is time for Alec and me to go home. There I relax with a drink, while Alec eagerly goes upstairs to become Anne. When this is done, I go and shower, and Anne sucks me off, the highlight of the day for both of us. It is good not just for the pleasure, but the way I feel. With my cock hard in an eager mouth, I feel so very male, more than I ever did with my wife, strong and lusting in the presence of this woman. Then with my orgasm there is such joy as I feel the burden of maleness taken from me, and as I soften, I go into the bliss of femininity. I hurry to shower and put on my makeup and lovely clothes for the evening.

I was never very good at fucking, and did not enjoy it that much, but being sucked off is perfect. I have thought about it, but as Rosemary I would not like to do it. Being a woman is privilege enough. I even think that sex would spoil it.

By contrast Anne says that sucking me off confirms her femininity more than anything else, and makes her happy for the evening. Mary told me that she goes to bed with a woman and wakes with a man for morning lovemaking, and I am glad for them both, but I do not want anything more than Anne as a sexual partner, and the privilege of living with them both. It is a large house, and I give them their privacy as they give me mine, as I still like time alone.

We all three enjoy our jobs, enjoy our sex life, and our times together as ladies of leisure. We have now progressed so that Anne and Rosemary are not limited to the house, but can have time in the world. Sunday is stockings and suspenders day for us both. I have an extensive wardrobe, but still treasure that first green dress.