Reversal of Roles

Computers and computing, most especially on the internet, has been a great source of fun for me. Unfortunately, my wife caught me looking at pretty women on the web; therefore, my computer privileges have been taken away. I am now only allowed to use the word processor, under her direct supervision, only for written stories that she commands me to write. This is one.

My wife has chastised me and now has complete control over my life. In addition to taking away the computer, I am also no longer allowed to watch television. Since I am responsible for all the household chores, she doesn't want my time divided by anything. I am wearing the Chastity Belt 2000, with piercings to reinforce security.

No more television, computer, baseball, poker, or any other male activities. Now, I must read Redbook, Ladies' Home Journal, and Oxygen. No more Hunting and Fishing magazine or activities. My hunting lease has expired, and my guns have been sold. Crafts is my new hobby. I never cared about painting shirts with pretty, feminine designs, or playing bonko with her female friends. Of course, I don't actually get to play bonko since I am made to dress and act like a maid, serving the ladies at the party.

My wife is tired of my macho ways, and she has gone to great lengths to rectify the situation. She decided that I should experience the world from a woman's perspective for awhile to make me see both sides of life's equation.

Mark has become by boyfriend, and I am required to focus on his needs and pleasure. Sucking his dick is far away from sitting in a deer stand with my buddies. He goes hunting with my friends now, and I wait for him at home, cooking, cleaning, and keeping myself fit and pretty for him. I get to pack his lunch for him, see him off as he departs for the deer lease, and keep in touch with him on my cell phone.

While he is hunting this season, I am helping my wife plan a wedding shower and make-over party for the bridal party of a close friend of hers. . While he is drinking, chewing tobacco, and having a great time with my friends, I am decorating, sewing dresses, and preparing finger-foods for the bridal party.

The diet is killing me. I now only eat salads, with no dressing. I drink only water. I carry around a water bottle, while I'm doing household chores or exercising in full feminine leotard workout outfits. The female hormones are making me so emotional-I used to never cry as a man, but I break down a lot of nothing-when I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm sentimental, etc.. I haven't had an alcoholic beverage or tobacco in months, and my main concern is to keep my legs shaved, toenails and fingernails manicured and painted, and be obsessed with hair and makeup. What will I wear, and will he like me in this are two questions that constantly must stay on my mind.

Whereas before I was concerned with the hunting season and activities, now I am maid to constantly think about the relationship, whether it is working, how I can improve it, how other relationships are working out, etc. etc. etc.

Chastity and the introduction of female hormones, along with constant female companionship and encouragement, has turned me into a real female with real female priorities.

When will it end? A long time from now, according to my wife, who has decided that I must get in touch with my feminine side in order to remain in the marriage. Since she has everything in her name and has photographic blackmail to reinforce her agenda, I have had no choice but to submit to her will and be a good little girlfriend for Mark. She laughs about the situation a lot, and she knows that she has me by the balls. I didn't realize how powerful women can be.

Well, I must now go so that I can do my nails, shower, wash my hair, and get myself pretty for Mark, who will be back from the deer lease this evening. My wife has picked out a very short, one piece outfit for me to wear. I hope he likes me in it.

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