What A Babysitter! - Part 6

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As he came out of the bathroom, he changed his mind. “I can’t wear this in public.” Betty came over and kissed him hard on the lips. “Come on. Everyone else will be sweating and wearing a similar outfit. No one’s going to be worrying about what you’ve got on. When the workout begins, you’ll forget all about it.” He did not want to stay home alone.

He would just be depressed, besides his wife seemed so positive. “Okay. Let’s go before I lose my nerve.” He hesitated again at the door, but she gave him a shove. He had often admired women in skimpy outfits, but now he wondered how they could go out so exposed. He was happy to get in the car.

When they got to the gym, women were drifting from their cars toward the main entrance in gym clothes. They were not men, but he still felt a little more comfortable. Still what if one of them did discover his secret? When they got to the workout room, most of the women were already stretching. Since he had no idea what he was doing, he tried to follow Betty’s lead.

At exactly 3:00, a gorgeous blonde walked in. She was well endowed filling at least a C cup. Being only 5 feet 4 inches tall she seemed out of proportion. She was wearing a leotard that also showed her taut hips and rear. She was obviously the instructor and the women started forming lines across the room in front of her. “Hello, girls!” “Hello, Holly!” “I see that we have a new one today.

Betty, do you want to introduce your guest?” “Girls, this is Martha!” “Hello, Martha.” “Hello, girls!” “Now let’s get started.” They started off slow with some easy stretching and turning, but in a few minutes, Mark was having trouble keeping up. It did not help that his breasts were jiggling to a beat of their own, even worse than the dancing of the previous evening. He found this distracting, so despite his best efforts, he was always out of sync.

Then his lack of conditioning kicked in and he was moving much slower than anyone else. But like a trooper, he kept going through the entire forty-five-minute routine. He was deeply relieved when they finally slowed down for a cool down. When Holly finally stopped the music, he was more than exhausted. Holly made a beeline right for him. Had she noticed something? “Well, Martha how are you doing?” “I’ am exhausted!”

“You did well for your first time. Most people drop out. Don’t be discouraged! If you come regularly, you’ll be able to keep up before long.” “Thank you. I enjoyed it.” “I noticed that your breasts are a little flabby. I can give you some exercises to tighten those tits up. It drives the men wild.” He studied the face closely. Was she mocking him?

Surely someone in the business of shaping women could tell that he was male. He did not notice anything but genuine friendliness. “I’d appreciate that.” “Well, I got to go.” The other women had already left the room. “You never told that you wanted to drive men wild. I wished that I had known that before we were married.” He blushed deeply.

His wife seemed to be making insulting remarks more frequently. “I was just trying to be friendly.” “So do you want to take a shower in the locker room here or go home?” “Go home of course!” During the drive home, Mark felt good. He started thinking about Jerry and Lance who worked at the shop. They worked out regularly and both had huge shoulder and arm muscles.

“If I start doing aerobics regularly, do you think that I could look like Jerry and Lance?” “Probably not like those guys. But if you stay with it, in a couple of months, you’ll have an hourglass figure that most women would die for.” He blushed fiercely again and a hurt expression filled his face. She thought, ‘I better not destroy his male ego today.’

“Lighten up, I’m just kidding!” ‘Yeah,’ she thought, ‘most women want not want jugs as big as yours’ should get.’ When they got home, she let him shower first. When he came out of the bathroom in his shorts and tank top, she kissed him. “Why don’t you make a meatloaf and baked potatoes for dinner? The recipe is on the counter.” He had everything cooking when she finally entered the kitchen wearing a pretty yellow sundress. “You look beautiful!” “Thank you. I think that you’d like sundresses.

Want some wine?” She seemed so casual about him wearing woman’s clothes. It was getting on his nerves. The worse part was that he seemed to enjoy it most of the time. “Sure.” They drank their wine in front of the TV watching some news program. When dinner was ready, Mark set the table. They ate and she complimented the meal. Then she left him to do the dishes. He was so tired that he was just happy when he finally got done. The aerobics had made him sore.

Still, he had made dinner and gotten the kitchen cleaned up. When he reached the living room, Betty was reading notes from her briefcase. So she had been working too. “I’m bushed. I’m headed for bed.” “Okay. I need to stay up a little while longer. There’s a nightgown on the bathroom door.” He no longer consciously thought about what she said.

He just went to the bathroom, changed into the gown, did his teeth, and cleansed his face. He was already asleep when his wife finally came up to bed. She smiled to see him cuddled up in bed in that cute pink gown. She had never dreamed that he was so pliable when they had gotten married. The next morning he drank his usual drink and dressed in his pink flowered dress. He felt that Betty was correct that Sylvia would take him on full-time, but he was still nervous. What would he do if she turned him down? He took extra care with his makeup.

Now, he was happy that Betty had done such a good job with his nails. He put off talking to his boss for most of the day. He made sure that all his babies were well fed and had clean diapers. He made sure that he was there to help warm bottles. He even scrubbed the floor when one of the babies threw up. Finally, the day was almost over.

There were only two babies still to be picked up. He found Sylvia seated at the kitchen table. “Do you want a cup of coffee? Help yourself!” “No! Sylvia, I want to talk to you!” “What about? You don’t think that I’m going to let you off the hook already!” “No. In fact, I want to ask if I could work here full time?” “What happened to your job at the auto shop?” “I quit!” “Betty said that you got fired!” “That’s beside the point.

I need a job.” “Yeah, you need a job. But to hire someone full time, I need someone who enjoys children, someone who does not mind meeting their every need, someone with a maternal instinct.” She was not making this easy. “Well, I’ll admit that I was reluctant at first. But I’ve enjoyed the past couple of weeks. I would like to continue.” “How much do you want the job?”

What was she after? “I want it a lot. I’ve grown fond of the children. There’s such joy in their faces when they play. I regret that I’ll never be able to be a mother.” Sylvia thought, ‘there that was not so difficult.’ “Well, you have done a good job so far. If you think that you can keep it up for a full week, you’ve got the job.” Mark was so relieved.

He gave Sylvia a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, you won’t regret it.” He was feeling happy for the first time in two weeks. He almost skipped across the street. He was humming as he put the chicken in to bake. He could feel a little self-respect returning to his psyche. After he also had vegetable cooking, he headed upstairs for a shower.

As he stepped out of the shower and started to dry off, he was looking forward to getting back to his boxers, jeans, and a tee shirt. Betty was not around to coax him into panties. He opened his underwear drawer. There was a stack of panties and a stack of gaffs in a variety of feminine colors.

He spent a good two minutes rummaging through the drawer to make sure that his boxers and tee shirts weren’t there. He moved to the next drawer down. There were bras, pantyhose, and a couple of slips. He tried the top two drawers. They still contain Betty’s things. He kept some sweats on a shelf in the closet. Maybe he could wear those. He soon discovered that they had been replaced with sweaters and feminine shorts. With almost dread, he checked the hanging clothes.

There were lightweight pants, some skirts, frilly blouses, and dresses. There was not a single piece of male clothing to be found. He slumped to the bed and began sobbing. When Betty came in the door of the house, she immediately smelled something burning. She found some very black chicken in the oven. She dumped the food in the trash and put the pan in the sink.

The vegetables on the stove were not in much better shape. She was fuming by the time she reached the bedroom. There was her husband sobbing on the bed. He looked up and whimpered, “Where are my clothes?” She slapped him hard across the face which increased the flow of tears. “You silly little girl, did your macho male clothes keep you from losing your job at the auto shop?

Did they?” “No.” “Did you ask Sylvia to work full time?” “Yes.” “What did she say?” “Yes.” “Do you think that I am going to let you jeopardize another job by going around and pretending that you are a man?, Do you?” “I don’t know!” “I would think that this weekend had gotten that silly notion out of your head. Admit it. Your current job requires a strong woman, so start acting like one. Now stop moping and get dressed.

You’ve got some scrubbing to do in the kitchen, girl! I’m going to go get us something to eat.” She left the room as angry as she had entered it. He had meekly listened to all of it. How could he argue? The past two weeks he had done much better in woman’s clothes than in his old male attire. He had not even been able to satisfy his wife in bed like a man. He felt so lonely. He needed his wife’s support to make it through this transition in his life.

He got up and pulled on a gaff and panties in a nice pastel blue. He went to the closet and picked out a pretty blue floral sundress. It had a built-in bra. After he had slid it over his head and arranged it in place, he was amazed at how prominent his breasts looked. The image seemed to confirm his wife’s view of him. When Betty returned, she was pleased to find him at the kitchen sink scrubbing the chicken pan. She was even happier with his choice of apparel.

She was not about to let up on him now. She put a salad and a container of dressing on the kitchen table along with an iced tea. She left him to his work. He finished cleaning all the dishes before he sat down to eat. When he finally emerged from the kitchen, Betty was totally engrossed with some papers from her briefcase. He wanted to make up with her, but he was still afraid to approach her. He plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. He found a baseball game.

He found it difficult to keep his interest in the action. His wife shot him a harsh look like the sound was too loud. He switched channels and finally found a cooking show. Since he had been doing most of the cooking, he wanted to find different recipes to try so he intently watched how the chef on the screen worked. It at least took his mind off his troubles for a little while.

They got ready for bed in silence. He changed into a nightgown without prompting. He was disappointed when Betty turned the other way when they were both in bed. The chill between them continues for the next couple of days. She continued to fix his breakfast drink and he made sure that dinner was ready when she got home from work. He thought the meals turned out well, but the conversation between them was short and clipped. He was becoming depressed again.

The one good thing was that working at the daycare and fixing supper at night left him little time to worry about things. Thursday morning brought a surprise when a woman with short reddish hair answered the door at Sylvia. “Hi! I’m Wilma. You must be Martha. Why don’t you come to help me warm the bottles?” “I didn’t know Sylvia had another worker.” “I only work Thursdays and Fridays.” As they worked in the kitchen, he could not help watching the young woman.

She was pretty enough. She did a good job with her makeup. He particularly liked her coral lipstick. Her dress left little doubt that she was well endowed. But there was something different about her that he could not put his finger on.

Once the babies started arriving they went their separate ways. She was working in the back bedroom where an additional five cribs were set up. They would occasionally pass in the hall, but they both had their own babies to worry about. Finally, while he was doing the two o’clock feeding, he figured it out. Wilma had a larger Adam’s apple than a normal woman. He unconsciously felt his own. Could she really be a man? Sylvia had said that he was not the first. When the day was winding down, Sylvia let Wilma leave with two babies still waiting for the mothers.

Mark was happy to get the chance to quiz Sylvia with her gone. “You didn’t tell me that you had another worker.” “There’s no reason why I should.” “Is she the reason that you were reluctant to let me go full-time?” “Actually you really helped me out there. Wilma will become a mother in a couple of weeks.” Strangely, she did not look pregnant. “She will be quitting to take care of her baby full time.” While fixing pork chops, rice, and broccoli for dinner, he could not stop thinking about Wilma. He was actually a little envious.

He was getting so used to babies, he regretted not having one of his own. When Betty got home, they went through another almost silent dinner. But after he had finished the dinner dishes, she was sitting on the couch when he entered the living room. “We need to talk.” “I’d like that.” “I know that I have been tough on you. You need to realize that I only want what is best for you.

You seem to be doing so much better at the daycare than you ever did at the auto shop. I want us to be together forever and raise a family. You’d like to have kids wouldn’t you?” With his defective penis he doubted that he could get her pregnant, but working at Sylvia’s had certainly made him think of being a father. “Most definitely!” “Well, I think that it would help our marriage to get started soon. Since I am working on making a partner, I can’t really afford to get pregnant at this time.

So I signed the papers today to get us on the waiting list for adoption. Is that okay with you?” He was a little disappointed that she was not talking about conceiving their own baby. He wondered if she was worried about his ability to create a baby, but he was afraid to ask. “That sounds wonderful. I have enjoyed Sylvia’s babies so much that I can’t wait.” That night things seemed back to normal. In fact, when they went to bed, Betty started playing with his nipples through the silky nightgown.

Soon they were kissing and things progressed to point that his fingers were inside her bringing her to a crashing climax. While this seemed to satisfy her completely, he was still totally aroused, but she had already closed her eyes indicating that the fun was over.

Friday at the daycare was pretty much a repeat of Thursday until the afternoon. After Mark had used the bathroom, he decided to check the room where Wilma was working. When he opened the door he saw her sitting in a rocking. The top of her dress was pulled down off her shoulders. A flap was released on her bra so that a baby was able to eagerly suck on one of her tits, so much for his silly notion that she was a man. She looked up and smiled. “Come on in!” He watched in amazement.

He could not tell who looked more contented, Wilma or the baby. “What does it feel like to nurse?” “The connection with the baby is just incredible. I’m sure that you’ll be able to experience it someday.” With a pang of regret in his voice he said, “No, I won’t!” She just smiled. For the rest of the afternoon, he could not shake the image from his head. As he gave his babies the bottle, he imagined what it would be like if they were at his breasts.

He was almost disappointed when all the children were fed. He made meatloaf for dinner. He was relieved when they had a lively conversation while they ate, mostly about Betty’s day at work. After dinner, they watched a movie, but he was distracted and did not get much out of it. When they were climbing into bed, he could not keep it to himself. “I know that this is silly, but I need to talk.” “You can tell me anything!” “Today at work, Wilma was breastfeeding her babies.

It looked so beautiful.” “Well, the maternal bond is one of life’s great treasures.” He blushed. Saturday morning Mark had his usual drink for breakfast while Betty had toast and coffee. When she finished her coffee, she looked at her watch. “I have some contracts to work on. Do the laundry before you fix lunch. Be sure to separate whites and colors and wash them separately. Make sure to use the delicate cycle for our underwear.” He had grown accustomed to her style of giving orders.

He had conceded that she made more and her job was more important. He could only try to keep the house in shape while she worked. He headed for the laundry room. While the first load was washing, he went to the living room to look for a magazine. Betty was working on the couch. She had papers scattered across the coffee table. He found one of his sports magazines. He felt a queasy feeling in his stomach. It did not interest him this morning. He found better homes and gardens. She smiled as he took it downstairs so as to not disturb her.

He managed to finish the first load including folding and putting away the clothes. The second load was still in the drier when he went to the kitchen to make bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches for lunch. Betty was pleased with his initiative when he called her to lunch. They sat and talked about their childhoods while they ate. When she was done, Betty got up from the table. “That was delicious! What did you have in mind for dinner?”

Mark had not thought about it. “I don’t know. I could fix hamburgers.” “That sounds good. After you finish the laundry, you need to go get groceries. When you get back, we can watch a movie.” He watched her walk back to the living room. It took him twenty-five minutes to come up with a grocery list. He had also decided on meals for the week so that should save time later. The clothes were dry so he put away the second load and headed for the grocery store.

As he tried to negotiate the pedals in the car with his high heels, he realized that was the first that he had driven since he had gone to work for Sylvia. At the grocery store, he took note of the fact that it was primarily women who were negotiating the aisles with an occasional husband tagging along. He was not the least out of place in his housedress. He was at the checkout counter before he realized that he was without his wallet. He was not used to going out without pockets.

He sheepishly went to the service desk. A plump middle-aged woman in a short-sleeved top and jeans with the store’s bright red vest was at the counter. “Yes?” “I seem to have forgotten my money. Could I possibly use the phone to make a local call?” “Sure!” Betty answered on the third ring. “Baumann residence.” “Betty, it’s me. I’m at the grocery store.” “Did you forget something?” “My wallet!” “Didn’t you take your purse?” “I don’t have a purse.” “We’ll have to take care of that. Where are you calling from?” “The service desk.” “Let me talk to the clerk.” He handed the phone back to the clerk. The look on her face changed from surprised to mirth.

Finally, she nodded. “We can do that.” She turned to Mark. “Your wife explained everything and gave me a credit card number. I should be able to get you checked out. Right this way, sir!” He was suddenly totally embarrassed. He felt like everyone was looking at him. The clerk waited for a clear register, then motioned him to roll his cart to the checkout. “Mary, I need to enter a credit number so that this gentleman can check out.” The teenage girl behind the counter gave him a funny look. The bag boy at the end of the counter was getting a real chuckle. It seemed to take the longest time for the checker to ring up his groceries.

When she finally handed him the receipt, the bag boy said, “Shall I help you to your car with that, sir!” “I can manage.” He could not get out of there fast enough. When he got home, he was hoping to find Betty in the living room, but she was not there.

After he had put the groceries away, he found her in the bathroom relaxing in a bubble bath. “What did you tell the clerk?” “Just that you were my husband and then gave her my credit card number. Weren’t you able to check out?” “Yes, but it was humiliating!” “Don’t get mad at me. I did not forget my money. Besides you look very nice in that dress, you shouldn’t be embarrassed!” “But I’m a man.” “Well, you are what you are.

We should get a purse tomorrow.” She slowly rose out of the tub and started to dry off. She handed him a bottle of de pilating crème. “I’ll leave the water. A nice soak will do you good.” He was still mad, but he did not know how to argue with her. So he started applying the crème. After twenty minutes among the bubbles, he was feeling better. When he got downstairs, she was reading a book in the living room. “I’m going to start dinner.” “Okay.” He half expected her to offer to help, but she did not move from her chair. He started to say something, but then thought better. He was in no mood to fight.

They had a nice dinner of hamburgers and fries. After Mark had cleaned up the kitchen, they watched the movie ‘Out of Africa’. It was long, so they were ready for bed when it was over. Betty got out two of the shorter nightgowns. They were able to reach almost all of each other bodies without removing them. Finally, they shed them and used their mouths to excite each other intensely.

He still was not able to achieve an erection. She got up and went to the closet, returning with a bag. “I know that you are having trouble so I bought you some help.” She pulled out a funny-looking panty.

It was very thick nylon with a strange attachment on the front. “Well, put it on.” He stood and pulled the garment up his legs. He noted how it fit tightly over his ever more curvaceous hips. He looked at her expectantly. He felt more satisfied than he had for weeks, yet he also felt disgusted and shame. He certainly did not feel much like a man.