The Birthday Gift
Jack Husband and Victim
Jennifer Sarah’s lover
Patty One of the ladies from Sarah’s office
My name is Jack Coyle, and I’m married to a great gal named Sarah. We live in a quiet little country town, somewhere in the middle of New Jersey. My wife Sarah happens to run a small real estate business selling houses & property in the local area. Sarah has seven ladies that work for her, and I would have to say her company does pretty well. Maybe it’s because all of the ladies working for her are really cute & pretty. I guess that can’t hurt when you’re trying to sell someone a house or property.
As for myself, I’m a small, thin guy, who stands about 4-foot, 7-inches tall. Yep I know that makes me on the really short, short, side. I weigh in at about 100lbs, and have long sandy blonde hair. I have on a number of occasions been mistaken for a little girl, especially from the back. (I guess it’s the long hair). I will admit that many of my friends and relatives have told me that I have a very feminine & young looking face, which could be one of the reasons I am mistaken for a young girl. You have no idea how many times I get proofed, and yes even a cop or two have stopped me, thinking I was a kid out joy riding with the family vehicle.
I just recently retired, at the early age of 30, mainly because I came into a large settlement, from a major traffic accident I was injured in. The accident was so bad that I had to be cut out of the car, and when I awoke at the hospital; I found out that most of my teeth were missing. I was told that when dump truck hit me on the rear right side my head must have come in contact hard, with the steering wheel, hitting me right in the mouth. After the doctors took x-rays & such of my teeth; they decided it was best for me to have what was left pulled, and get a complete set of false teeth. I spent about 3 months in the hospital recouping from the rest of my injuries. The money I received for compensation of the loss of my teeth, and all of my other injuries was enough for Sarah & me to live comfortably for the next 60 years or more. Still Sarah wanted to keep her company, because as she put it, “I just want to stay busy”.
Since I retired I stay busy with my hobbies. One of which is woodworking, which I love doing. I have a small business, which I run out of my basement, building furniture and things for people. Heck one lady, who happens to be a Magician, has me building Magic Illusions for her magic act. My latest project is making a fancy cabinet for a small doll collection that a friend of mine has, which should be done by tomorrow if all goes well. I also help out at the church, if one of the older ladies needs a handyman. When I’m not working in my woodshop, or helping out, you can find me working or cleaning up around the house, and fixing things that I have put off doing for such a long time.
Now about my other hobby! I’m really into something a lot different than woodworking. You see I’m a “Cross-Dresser”. Being retired and home every day does have some advantageous to being a cross-dresser. I can now do things at home, that I couldn’t do while I was working. My favorite thing is to dress up as a little girl, and I love dressing as a little baby girl. Why I have no idea it just makes me feel good inside, and happy.
Okay I will admit that my size may have a lot to do with why I dress that way. That and the fact that when I was young, and I got in trouble, my mother punished me by using what she called petticoat discipline. Being I was really on the small size back then, she would dress me up as a 2 or 3-year-old baby girl and treat me as one for a day sometimes two. So now I guess I’m hooked on the cute, frilly, little girl’s outfits. Plus let’s face it, its way easier to find clothes that will fit me, in the little girl’s department, then in the ladies department. The little girl’s department has so many nice frilly looking outfits for girls to wear. To help in the illusion of looking like a little girl I have let my hair grow longer. It’s now down a little past my shoulders, which makes dressing as a little girl so much more fun. I no longer need a wig, because now I can put my real hair in pigtails if I want.
I should mention that when I do get dressed up I try making sure I look right. For instances if I decide to dress as a baby girl. I will wear a diaper, rubber panties, a cute baby dress, frilly puffed out slip, tights, and frilly rhumba panties over some pink or white thighs. Plus I’ll wear a cute, frilly, baby bonnet, lacey socks, and of cause Mary-Jane’s, with cute little bows on them, that have bells attached, and my adult Nuk-5 pacifier.
Once dressed I like doing the housework, as I love being all dressed up, while cleaning up the house, doing the dishes, laundry, dusting, and making sure dinner is ready, for when Sarah gets home. I see it as doing the things that need to be done in our everyday life. Only I’m doing them my way, which is dressed as a little girl, or as a baby girl. I don’t feel it’s hurting anyone, so why shouldn’t I feel good, while cleaning and doing chores that need to be done. Yes I will sometimes dress, while working in my woodshop down stairs; but I am very careful when I do, as I will make sure not to wear anything real frilly & fluffy, so as not to get it caught in any of my machines.
Sarah loves coming home finding the place is all cleaned up, with dinner ready & waiting for her. She can then relax all night, instead of worrying about cleaning up the house, and doing laundry, or other household tasks. It also makes me feel good that I could help in some way.
Before Sarah & I were married, which was 10 years ago; I told her about my thing for dressing & play acting, as a little girl, and that sometimes I also liked to dress as a baby girl. She knows all about my dressing up during the day, while I do the chores. She told me that it’s okay with her, as long as no one sees me, and laughed as she said and I don’t have to change any of your dirty diapers.
I think it was about 6 years ago that we found out Sarah could not have kids, which was a big shock to both of us, as we both wanted a family. I even said to her that we could adopt if she wants, but she said no because it’s not the same, as having your own. She told me that she felt she was getting older and maybe having to take care of a baby at her age wouldn’t be a good idea anyhow. She was 34 at the time. I should mention that Sarah is a little older than I am, by 7 years. She is also a lot taller at 5ft x11inches, and weighs about 160lbs. She towers over me for sure.
I felt bad for her not being able to have a baby, and I didn’t want my dressing to make her feel even worse than she did. So one night I asked her if it was still okay for me to dress sometimes during the day, or did this upset her. She said it was okay and that I didn’t upset her, because she wasn’t home to see me dressed.
There are times if I am lucky, (maybe once every two months or so), Sarah would be in the mood to role-play for the night as mommy. I guess she doesn’t mind playing mommy once in a while, because I think she still has that nurturing urge. I’m pretty sure it helps her in dealing with the fact of not being able to have a baby of her own.
Anyhow whenever she is in one of those nurturing moods; she would ask me if I would like to dress, as her baby girl for the night. This mostly happens on a Friday or Saturday night. I have to admit that whenever she is in one of those moods, I’m in ecstasy. I of cause try to push the envelope as far as I can when dressing up on those nights. I will dress to the max, wearing diapers, plastic panties, thighs, a cute frilly baby dress, with matching rumba panties, and a frilly baby’s bonnet. I would even suck on my adult size pacifier.
Sarah is always great on those special nights, because she likes to cuddle up with me, while having our nightly tea. We would both sit there all cuddle up watching some TV program, with me all dressed up cute in one of my frilly, baby outfit. Plus what makes it even more fun; is while we sit there, every so often Sarah would take her fingers and check my diaper to see if I was wet. There are even times she would have me laying with my head in her lap, while she fed me a baby bottle full of tea. I love cuddling up with her, as she feeds me the bottle, and we watch our shows.
Sometimes if she’s really in a good mood she would reach down and start rubbing me through the diaper and rubber panties. I love when this happens because I know she is in a frisky mood. I get the hint real quick, as she opens her blouse and lets me start sucking on her breasts. Once I know she is really hot; I move down to the floor on my knees between her legs, and start making her really happy. She loves when I do that, and I can tell she enjoys it because she will go off at least three times, while I’m down there. Once she is satisfied she would then turn her attention to me making me very happy.
But as I said before; nights like that are far apart, maybe two months or more. I know not to expect much, because that’s about as far as Sarah would go with any kind of role-playing. She just isn’t into the whole mommy, baby, role-playing scene, and that’s okay with me. At lease she is letting me do my thing once in a while with her. Sometimes on those special nights after we are headed to bed, she would tell me I could wear my baby outfit, and all to bed. Matter of fact sometimes she would even tuck me in she even takes out my false teeth, and strap one of my adult nuk-5 pacifiers in my mouth as she gets into bed. Once in bed she likes to roll over and we cuddle till we both fall asleep. That’s why what happened last Sunday night; well let’s just say it was one big shock and a surprising turn of events for sure.
What was so shocking? Well to my surprise, for some strange reason; Sarah agreed to role-play as my mommy for the entire upcoming weekend. That’s right she is going to let me play at being her baby girl for one entire weekend. I know it sounds way too good to be true right? But trust me it’s true! Sarah really surprised me, when out of nowhere last Sunday she tells me she would like to try this role-playing thing of mine. The reason she gave was because of my birthday, which is on the following Monday after the weekend. She explained that she wanted to do something special for my birthday, and wanted me to have a dream birthday gift.
I was in complete shock as she said this. While the statement was still sinking in I ask are you sure you want to do this for my birthday? I know you’re really not into any role playing.
She said yes she was sure, and that we could start playing baby / mommy on Friday night, as soon as I get home. We would continue the role-playing all the way through to my birthday on Monday morning. She told me that she couldn’t wait to play mommy, and take care of me, just as if I were her very own 15-month-old baby girl. I was also told I could even stay dressed after she leaves for work that Monday till she came home later that night if I wanted too.
Wow! Was I ever surprised! Sarah has never done anything like this before. She has always just let me do my little girl or baby role playing alone. Matter of fact I had asked Sarah many times if she would consider trying some role-playing, with me acting as her little girl. She has always said NO! I’m sorry, but it’s just not my thing. Now out of nowhere, she comes and asks me if I like to do an entire weekend pretending to be her cute baby girl. This is way too much for me to take in.
I then remembered that I had recently asked her to do just that, and the answer was again NO, but I do remember her saying that she was going to think it over and maybe she would try it someday. That was a strange answer coming from her, but it gave me some hope. It could be she was already planning this weekend and didn’t want me to know? I was real surprise when she asked me, but she did explain that it would be a one-time special treat for my birthday.
My-gosh it sounded too good to be true, but it stilled bothered me a little and I just had to ask her, “Why? What happened that you changed your mind? You always say NO, whenever I have asked before? Why did you change your mind now, and asked me if I would like to do this?
Her answer hit me in my heart, as she said you know since you retired you do so much around the house. You make sure I don’t have to be bothered cleaning up at night, or doing the laundry & cleaning on weekends. Dinner is always ready, and most times it’s something I like. That’s why I decided to give you a special weekend, just to show you how much I really care & love you. I wanted to give you something you really, truly, want. So I decided for your birthday gift this year I’m going to try this role-playing thing, at least this once, as a reward for you always thinking & doing so much for me. You always seem to think of me first, and how you can help or please me. I realized I have never really given anything back to you. I figured what the heck? Why not give you this birthday gift, what can it hurt? Who knows maybe I’ll find that I like it. Now wouldn’t that be strange.
To be continued: