When The Shoe Is On The Other Foot (Chapter 4)

  CHAPTER FOUR

The next morning (Monday) Scott still felt like hell. The pills helped a little, but he still felt achy and bloated, and for some strange reason his nipples ached and were sore. Like most guys Scott had never paid much attention to his nipples since they were small and, quite frankly, insignificant. They weren’t sensitive enough to call attention to themselves—until now. Suddenly his nipples were tender and sore, and even the slight brush of his shirt across his chest irritated them.

But those weren’t the worst of his problems. On top of everything else Scott was experiencing extreme moods swings. The previous night he had broken into tears while watching a sad scene in movie, and a few minutes later he caught himself giggling at a dumb joke Elizabeth told him. This morning everything seemed like a crisis, especially his new "condition," and he had another crying jag while he changed his tampon. He couldn’t help himself as the tears began rolling down his cheeks—everything just seemed so . . . hopeless and confused. He hated being this perverse shell of a female, much less having a period, and the horrible, rancid "fishy" smell emanating from his vagina.

Elizabeth left him to finish dressing, but a few minutes later he came into the kitchen looking on the verge of tears. 

"It’s still no good," he whined. "I’ll never be able to work while I have my period! I feel terrible! I ache all over and I’ll need extra tampons for sure. Where can I keep them? How can I get away with changing them in a men’s room?"

"Oh, quit whining, you little bitch," Elizabeth replied gruffly, suppressing the urge to laugh at Scott’s reference to ‘my period.’ "Millions of women go to work every day during their periods. Are they tougher than you? As for your extra tampons, put them in a hidden pocket in your workbag—Unless of course you’d rather carry a purse. And don’t use the men’s room at the office if you’re afraid of getting seen. Wait until you’re on the road and stop at a gas station."

Elizabeth left for work and Scott had no choice but to follow her suggestions. He really wanted to call in sick, but he was scheduled to see several important customers and he needed the sales. 

Unfortunately, Scott didn’t make a single sale that day. He was distracted by his new predicament, and he lacked his usual drive and the aggressive attitude he relied on to close the big sales. He was preoccupied, self-conscious, and his mind wandered. Each failed contact drove him deeper and deeper into despair, and towards the end of the day he pulled his company car off to the side of the road and had a good cry. He finally gave up and headed for home—an hour earlier than normal.

That afternoon Elizabeth came up with a new idea for displaying the clothes in her department and mentioned it to Sean, the branch manager, who was strolling through the men’s department. Sean listened to her carefully and reacted very enthusiastically. He went to speak to her department manager, and after a brief conversation they decided to implement the changes, Elizabeth suggested. Elizabeth was happy that Sean was willing to try her idea, and she even happier when Sean told her she could expect a little something extra in her next check. She made a note to herself to look for other way to improve sales in the department.

When Scott got home, he removed his “jockstrap” and took a long hot bath. He decided against putting his jock back on after the bath because it seemed to chafe his thighs and Elizabeth had him wash it out by hand and hang it over the shower, explaining that he should always wash out his "lingerie" for the next day. The rest of the night Scott wore a pair of shorts without any underwear, and an old, soft T-shirt to keep from irritating his nipples. Scott was originally supposed to go out with the guys and shoot pool at their favorite a new sports bar, a bar that had sexy waitresses with tight T-shirts, but he called one of his buddies and canceled, explaining that he didn’t feel very well. When she heard Scott on the phone Elizabeth smiled to herself and wondered whether Scott had canceled because his period was really bothering him, or because he found girls with big boobs less exciting in his "condition."

After Scott got off the phone, she called him back into the living room and told him they had to have a little talk.

"What’s up?" Scott asked. He was hoping Elizabeth would tell him that she was satisfied with his punishment and was willing to wish everything back to normal, but Elizabeth had something far different on her mind.

"Well, I think it’s about time we discussed what you intend to use for protection."

"Protection?" Scott didn’t understand.

"Yeah, as in contraception—unless you’re thinking about starting a family, of course."

Scott just stared at his wife in stunned silence.

"Oh, come. You’re know with the facts of life, and I’m sure you are now aware that if you’re capable of having a period you’re probably fertile," Elizabeth teased him. "That means you need to start thinking about birth control."

"I can’t actually believe that we’re having this conversation," Scott remarked defensively in a glumly fashion.

"Better now than a tearful discussion of what you should have done later," Elizabeth pointed out. "Now, the way I see it you should start taking my birth control pills after your period is over, unless you’d like to see your own doctor and get your own prescription. Of course, you could use a diaphragm, or another method, but I recommend the pills for reliability and ease of use, after all I’m starting to enjoy you’re new toy and one way or another I’m getting what I want."

Suddenly Scott turned white and bolted from the couch and ran to the bathroom. Elizabeth could hear sounds of retching coming from the doorway and thought about whether this matter caused his reaction but decided to not to press the matter for the moment. 

For a moment, she was beginning to feel sorry for Scott, and again pondered how far she was willing to take her plot, but she quickly made up her mind. While part of her felt sympathetic to her feminized husband another part of her enjoyed her dominance and the added arousal it brought along with it. She was beginning to like being the dominant partner, not to mention the help with the housework and the relief of not having to put up with Scott’s arrogant, sexist comments. And just like the previous time she second thought herself, Elizabeth knew she had to keep it going.