Pippy, A Frontal Attack On My Gender

Pippy, A Frontal Attack On My Gender

I had been pestering my wife for weeks about doing more things together. Let’s face it I do love her so much, my time apart from her is pure torture. She had relented just this morning, joining me as I watched a local baseball team play the nemesis in their league at one of our local parks. She was enthusiastic, cheering and yelling as our team scored a run. When she wasn’t cheering she hung on my arm, sneaking kisses when I looked her way. I enjoyed the time with her, telling her I loved her so much, wishing everyday could be like this.

We had a nice lunch out, talking about the game and our life together. Then she asked me to come to the mall with her for some retail therapy and maybe a cute dress for her. I started to decline, but remembered her going with me to the game this morning, I would be expected to join her in something she wanted to do. I agreed to go with her, hoping I sounded excited to be asked to accompany her. We headed to the mall from the restaurant, tummies full, ready to explore all they had to offer. I did my best to sound excited, but I am sure there was quite a bit of doubt about my sincerity.

Up and down the mall looking at all the dress shops, even trying several she found to be of interest. After trying on each dress she would look my way to see what I thought of it. I liked them all, not sure just what she wanted me to say about them. Four hours later we stopped at a kiosk, where they did nails. She looked over the polishes, picking one she liked then asked the manicurist to perform her magic. I watched in fascination as her nails were worked on, her already gorgeous nails now sparkling and so feminine. They had extended her nails, making them look even more feminine, the polish perfect for her choice of clothing today.

Then she pulled me closer, telling me to go ahead and pick a polish for myself, then experience a relaxing manicure too, her treat. I pulled back from her, not wanting anything to do with that request. Too late as she pushed me into a seat at their worktable, then selected a polish that would make my nails attractive. The lady doing the manicure looked my way, then when I didn’t object she started on my nails. I so wanted to put a stop to this, but my wife had indulged me this morning in what I wanted, I guess I needed to do the same now for her.

For the next forty minutes my nails were worked on, receiving the same thing she had done to my wifes, but a different polish on mine. I tried to look away from the sight of my feminine nails, but the feelings coming from my fingers drew my sight back to them repeatedly. Jessica was so excited at my nails, she was kissing me while she held my hands tightly. She did pay for my manicure, then pulled me out into the mall proper. I tried to keep my hands clenched to keep my exquisite fingernails from being seen, but Jessica would have none of that. So as we walked down the concourse she was holding my hand so that it could be seen and admired.

I was so hoping the mall adventure was over with, but no we had not found a dress for her yet. Into more dress shops, trying on anything she found attractive. She even held a few dresses up to me to see how they might look on me. I was more interested in who was looking at me, then how the dress might look on me. Another hour and a half we finally found a dress she loved, with me having to pay for it, my long feminine nails on display as I pulled out my credit card. That did require several attempts, the long nails making such a simple task rather difficult. No comments from the sales associates, although I am sure they had some, just deciding not to voice them.

With me carrying the dress in a bag we headed back out into the mall. I was headed toward where we parked, but Jessica had other ideas. Back to a dress shop we had already been in once today and right to a rack of dresses where she had held up a selection in front of me. Oh gawd no, was my first thought since she is apparently planning to buy me a dress too. Sure enough I had to try it on, Jessica coming into the dressing room to make sure it would fit. I was lacking in a few areas of filling out the dress as it should be, Jessica telling me she would handle that small problem later. I purposefully didn’t look at my image in the mirror, not wanting to see if the dress did fit me. Again I had to pay, my nails on display again as I tried to get my credit card out of my wallet. While we were at the cashier she was looking at purses, choosing one that matched my new dress and slipping it into my purchases.

As we left the store I prayed we were heading home, a huge sigh leaving me as we passed the outer doors to the mall. Jessica did drive, not wanting me to damage my nails. I briefly thought of how my nails might be damaged with the simple act of driving but did not pursue any more thoughts on that matter.

Once home I had to hang my dress, Jessica informing me that she did not want any wrinkles in it for tonight. I looked at her, then moaned, now what has she got planned for tonight. She had hung her dress too, then went to her dresser to remove some lingerie for later. I was tempted to ask her what her plans were for tonight, but thought better of it the more I pondered the question.

I sat in the easy chair in our bedroom, praying that nothing more would happen today, but in reality I was sure that was a waste of time. To think this all started with me asking to spend more time with her, I got my wish but not in the manner I expected.

I was pushed into the shower, with her following me in to remove my body hair. Then she had me do the same to her, my hands shaking violently as I tried to do the same for her. Then after drying each other off, I was dragged to the bed, where selected items were put on my body. I had to do the same for her, getting her into a bra and panty a new experience for me. I just wish the circumstances were different. Then came the dresses, mine slipped over my head as she zipped me up. I did the same for her as she moved me to her vanity my makeup and hair style her priority now. Luckily, she did not ask me to do hers, she handled that quickly and effortlessly. Two pair of shoes were placed on the floor in front of us, with her placing her feet in one pair while she looked my way. I tried to get my foot in them, but the heels made placing my foot in the shoe complicated. Finally with my foot in the shoe, my arched foot making quite a bit of difference in the way I stood.

I was handed my purse, then pushed toward the garage. I tried to delay the inevitable but was sitting my tush on the passenger seat before I knew it. A short drive later, then a huge surprise. I should have expected something like this, but didn’t see this anywhere on the horizon. As she pulled into my parents driveway I quickly turned to stare at her, fear etched on my face. She exited the car, then came around to extract me from the safety of my seat. As I stood up, wobbling a little in my heels my mother came out of the house, running up to me and engulfing me in a huge hug. Dad was right behind her, joining in the hug, while Jessica stood to the side a large smirk on her face. I was dragged into their house, with heels on not much way I could keep from doing so.

Mom had prepared a delicious meal, I just wished my stomach was capable of handing it. I did nibble on the offerings, Jessica telling them I was watching my weight, lots of dresses that I desired but not available in larger sizes. After dinner Jessica spent some time with Dad, while I was left to help Mom with the dishes. She finally broke through my defenses, as we talked about my nails and the dresses that we looked at the mall. I did notice that I was becoming a little more enthusiastic in my descriptions, even admitting that I liked another dress a lot, but it would have to wait until we go shopping again.

I did learn that I would now be known as Pippy, a much better name that fit my new appearance. Mom hugged me after hearing Jessica call me Sally, whispering that it was a cute name so fitting my new persona.

I got hugs form both of them as we left, Mom telling me that she would take me shopping next week, something she had dreamed about since I was a child. Dad just kissing me on the forehead telling me how pretty I was. I did make it to the car, that compliment doing wonders for my esteem. Go figure.

Jessica and I talked that night till the wee hours, a side of me she had known about for quite some time but unreachable till today. When I allowed my nails to be done she knew my male side was history, dresses, makeup and all things girly in my future now. Once we retired to the bedroom, I was loved, caressed and kissed till the early morning sunlight peeked through the drapes. I did my best to return the loving, but she was one determined female. My happiness more important to her than what she received.

It was a frontal attack, one that I had no defense for. My love and soul mate truly cunning and determined. But who am I to complain, dressed in a delicious nightie, my exquisite fingernails glistening in the dimmed light of the bedroom.

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