ROLE REVERSAL - HUSBAND TO WIFE - CHAPTER 3

I was sleeping so well after the exhausting day. I had no idea that the therapy would be something like this. I thought that the therapy will be like sessions with some therapists and talking about our problems but it was nothing like this. I got separated from my wife just after our arrival and we will see each other after a few days. And meanwhile… I have my own personal therapist and it is quite a ride. I had no idea that we were going to do things like crossdressing and re-building my fights with my wife except… I was the wife this time and finally, I realized I badly I was treating her. But I wouldn´t realise without being “her”. I wouldn´t… I had to wear feminine clothes and be treated like a woman to realize how badly I treated my wife. And I have to admit that it worked. I realized so many things yesterday and I will never yell at my wife again. Those were my thoughts when I woke up in the bed which was in the middle of a pink feminine room which was given to me. I was curious about what was my wife going through yesterday… what kind of program did she have. Was it something similar? I had no idea.

I looked at the clock and it was already almost 7 a.m and I am used to getting a lot more early than this. But after the exhausting day, I was actually glad that I could sleep a little bit more. I looked around the room and still couldn´t believe that this was actually happening. My life is crazy. I got up and I realized that I was still wearing the feminine nightie. Well… it was a cute nightie and it was very comfortable during the night. Actually a lot more comfortable than my pyjamas. But I definitely cannot wear this for the whole day. This was made for nights and not for daily wear. But as you can remember, we weren´t supposed to take any clothes with us to this resort and I had no idea what should I wear. But then I looked around the room and I saw a big pink wardrobe there. Well… this could be the solution. Maybe I will find there some clothes. But I wasn´t so optimistic about it. I went to the wardrobe and opened it.

Well… there were plenty of clothes but… nothing was there for me. There was everything starting with panties, bras, underwear tops, skirts, dresses and so much more. It was all feminine clothes and I definitely cannot wear this. The nightie was quite enough for me. But what am I going to do? I cannot walk around the resort in this nightie. Everybody would laugh at me… and if I would meet my wife… well… she would be laughing so much and I would feel so embarrassed. Well.. no… I definitely cannot be here the whole day in the nightie. But even before I figured out what to do, the door of my room was opened and my therapist came in. The very same therapist who forced me to wear the nightie yesterday. But she helped me to realize a lot of things and I was kind of grateful. She came to my room and she was smiling a lot.

“Good morning, Oliver! Or… should I call you Olivia from now on? Since you are wearing such a cute nightie!” she said.

“Ehm… good morning… well... Oliver is fine… you can call me Oliver!” I answered and I was a bit confused by her sentence.

“Did you sleep well today?” she asked me.

“Yeah… I slept really well and long. I realized a lot of things yesterday and I want to thank you for that because I wouldn´t realize these things without you. You are a gem!” I told her. She smiled and answered:

“Well… I am glad that the first therapy helped you so much and it was just the first therapy. Today, we are going to continue in the therapy and it starts right now!” she said and then she looked at the opened wardrobe. “Oh… you have already discovered your new wardrobe full of new clothes for you!”

“Wait a sec! For me? Those aren´t clothes for me! Those are feminine clothes and I definitely cannot wear them! I am a man, look at me!” I said and I couldn´t believe that they would force me to wear these clothes. But the therapist looked at me and she said:

“Oh my dear Oliver, you are here to save your marriage. Yesterday´s session helped you a lot and you can trust me that this session will help you a lot as well. Just trust me!” she said and she grabbed my hand and led me back to the pink wardrobe. I had no idea what to do. Should I protest? But… it is the truth that it helped me a lot yesterday so… why shouldn´t it help today? I looked inside the wardrobe again and I almost fainted. So many feminine clothes… and so much feminine. All of the clothes were so colourful and just… too girly. The therapist winked at me and said:

“So… the first thing we are going to do today is this! You will choose from these beautiful clothes and you will wear them all day long!”

“All day long? You want me to wear feminine clothes all day long? But… what if I meet my wife… or anybody in the resort… that would be so embarrassing!” I protested.

“Don´t worry! You will not meet your wife, we will take care of it. And all of this is a part of the therapy you both agreed to undergo! It will help you! Now, choose your clothes!” she answered.

“But… I don´t know what to choose. How could I know what clothes should I choose? I have never worn these clothes before!” I said.

“Well… I can choose it for you if you want!” the therapist giggled. I didn´t know if that was a good or bad idea but I was really helpless and I said:

“Okay… choose it instead of me because I really had no idea how to choose the right feminine clothes for me!” I said.

“As you wish!” the therapist giggled. “But I warned you! You may regret this later!” she said. Well… what would I regret? I was already locked in this resort and was already wearing a feminine nightie. How far worse this could go on? Well… it could but I had no idea about it at that moment. Then she looked into a wardrobe and she handed me red lace underwear. Panties and a bra. “Well… I think that these could look really good on you! The red colour will embrace your femininity and you will get used to wearing a bra. It is important! You need to feel exactly the same as your wife in order to fully understand her!” she said and… yeah… I just had to put on the red panties and even the red bra which was probably even more embarrassing. I just wasn´t used to wearing a bra at all. It was my first time and… yeah… I even struggled with putting it on. I came back to the therapist and she was already picking up the outfit for me. She looked at me and she try her best not to giggle but she did a little bit. That made me blush.

“Wow… what a pretty wife you are becoming! You will be such an adorable angel! And the red look really good on you! Believe me! It is really good! I love it! And you even managed to put on a bra on your own! Most men are not able to do it!”

I blushed again when she told me this but I was also proud of myself. I managed to put on the bra and as she said, most men are not able to do this. I am good at the very least in one thing.

“Well… while you were putting on your new underwear, I chose the new clothes for you and I think that you will look so good in these clothes! I cannot wait to see you!” the therapist said and she showed me her choice. When I saw it, I just gulped and I stood there completely speechless because… it was crazy. There were red nylon tights, a black silk top and a red skirt. You couldn´t possibly choose something even more feminine.

“This is… ehm… I think… Is this… maybe?” I mumbled because I had no idea what to say.

“Yes? I am listening! What do you think about your new clothes? Do you like it?” the therapist giggled. She was obviously so excited about it… but for me… it was still too embarrassing to wear these clothes. I mean… I wore the feminine nightie yesterday but… it was something a little bit different… this is probably too much!

“I think… this is maybe… too feminine!” I tried to protest a little bit.

“I am so glad! I am so glad that you think that this is too much feminine! It was exactly my point. We must dress you up into something way too feminine because it is important for you to feel and percept like a woman and not like a man!” she said. This made me confused… this was the goal of the therapy? But why? I… I don´t want to change my gender, I just want to have a healthy relationship with my wife…

“Is this really necessary?” I asked her for the last time.

“It is, Oliver! Come on! Be a man and face this challenge!” she giggled. Well… it was easy for her to say something like this because she didn´t have to do things like I had to do. But there was no choice. I wanted to fix my marriage and if this was the way… then I had to do it. I looked at my new clothes and it wasn´t actually that bad. I even liked it a little bit and I was curious how it was going to feel on my skin. It will be really interesting.

“Okay! Let´s dress up!” I said…