At the top of the steps I turned into the master bedroom with Abby right behind me. Feeling ashamed, confused, and at the same time excited.

There were several things racing through my mind.

First of all, what the hell have I gotten myself into.

I'm sitting on my bed wearing women's clothes and its 8:30 in the morning. My wife os 20 years has just found out that I have had a secret stash of women's clothing in the basement. She has just witnessed the postal carrier deliver a package to me while dressed as a woman and he referred to me as Susan.

She saw the look of disappointment on Carl's, the postal worker, face when I explained I did not have time for a quick visit.

Additionally running through my mind was this new side to my wife Abby.

She was in charge. She was giving the orders, and I found myself powerless when trying to say no to them. For the 20 years we had been married, she was the submissive one. Not that I did demeaning things to her, but if I asked her to try something she would. Here I sat at the food of the bed. My length which needed a little adjusting when my wife dressed me was now trying to peak out the top of my black lace panties.

I wondered what Abby was going to do. I was hoping this would not come to an end. I wanted this situation to continue. I did not have to wait long. After two or three trips pasted me, Abby stopped pacing and said, "Robbie, what is going on here? I'm going to give you one chance to explain, and it better be the truth. But before you speak, it sounds to me like you might know how to put your own make up on. Or is it my make up? Either way, go in to the bathroom and don't come out until you are Susan." I humbly got up and went into the bathroom. Here I used her make up.

I was not sure how far I should go. I figured if I was going to come clean, I might as well go all the way.

I did my nails, which was not easy with shaky hands. I applied some eye shadow, eye liner, and mascara.

I put some blush on and then finished the transition to Susan by applying some lipstick.

This all took about 15 - 20 minutes. I wondered what Abby was thinking and what was she doing.

I thought I heard her talking to someone. I talk a quick look in the mirror. Although I may not look like a hottie, I definitely passed as Susan. I took a deep breath and headed out into the bedroom. As I opened the door, I heard Abby say, "I can't talk now...

I got to go.

" She hung up the phone.

She waled over to me and had me turn and face her. This kept my back to the bed. Abby walked around me a couple of times.

She noticed that for a rookie that I had a good start. But she said with a little help I could do a lot better. These words were the first time I had a clue to what she was thinking.

Maybe just maybe this was not going to be the worst thing to ever happen to me. She told me to back up and sit on the bed. She guided me back and I sat down.

She took my face in her hands and kissed me very deeply and very passionately.

And with her face only inches away from mine she said, "I want you to do everything I say.

Do you understand?"...