Crossed Lines PT 14: Single Girls

Part 14

Over the last several months, Bri's feminization progresses from secret crossdressing to an increasingly dominant presence in her daily life. Initially a playful punishment tied to chastity, Bri evolves into a housewife role with improved makeup, voice, and mannerisms. Public outings begin. First to a gay bar, then solo errands, and later straight venues. Physical changes follow like laser hair removal, lip fillers, shapewear, targeted glute workouts, and contemplation of temporary breast augmentation.

During a recent night out, Lacey, feeling ignored as Bri flirted with Tom, ended up cheating on Aiden with a man she met at the bar. The next morning, instead of admitting what happened, she used Aiden's guilt to push him further into crossdressing, by forcing him to stay in female mode. Lacey ordered Aiden/Bri to pack away his male clothes, and put them in storage. As Part 14 begins, Aiden is stuck as Bri with no clear path back. Both he and Lacey are avoiding a conversation about what happened and where things are headed.

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// Lacey's Story //

Bri could walk better in heels than Aiden could in tennis shoes.

How could my husband reach this level of confidence as a woman, when he's only been pretending to be one, on and off, for a few months?

I've been working at this my entire life.

A husband isn't supposed to be better at being a woman than his own wife!

Aside from his style and make up skills, he can even be more social and outgoing as a woman than I ever was.

A part of me wanted to end his crossdressing, to put it back in the bottle. But I knew this urge was motivated by jealousy.

It also felt cruel to rip something he loves so much away from him.

Not too long ago his crossdressing seemed like a fun and temporary gimmick. At first Bri was just a character, a caricature of how Aiden thought a woman behaved.

I never imagined he'd get into character so often, especially with how much prep it took. I always assumed he would get bored of it or say 'that's enough'.

Did he want ME to say 'that's enough'?

I don't think he does. Why else would he turn himself into the perfect partner when he's dressed up as a woman? It's sort of like he's been incentivizing me to keep him dressed up.

The cooked meals, the clean house, and no expectation of sex, that's every wife's dream isn't it?

And overtime his cooking skills got better. So did his make up skills. Instead of coming home to my husband in drag it felt like I was coming home to an actual housewife.

His male and female personas were now so drastically different from each other.

I felt that more than ever the night at the club. His male persona would've hated it. It would have been too loud for him, and too crowded. Plus he HATED dancing. I danced with him only once and it was at our wedding.

But his female persona thrived in that setting. She moved through the crowd like she owned the place. She was witty, charming, and magnetic. She had a guy wrapped around her finger, buying her drinks, trying to impress her.

It messed with me, seeing the best parts of him come out when he's dressed up.

And now we're teasing the idea of her attending cosmetology school.

There's also a bottle of HRT medication in our home. Not to mention the lip fillers and laser hair removal appointments she's going to.

I'd never seen him take so much interest in something before. I'd never seen him be this good at anything. I couldn't just pull the rug out from under him, especially considering how much work he's put in it, and how much I've been encouraging him.

And there's something so infectious about seeing your loved one find passion in something.

It reminded me of who he used to be. The version of him I fell in love with when we first met.

I glanced at my husband as he sat by the counter, dressed like a woman, with the soft glow of a lamp illuminating her pretty face.

I almost felt a little bit of sympathy for her after I made her pack all of her guy clothes away and put them downstairs in storage.

Maybe this is what he wants. Because now he has an excuse and justification for dressing up like a woman.

Maybe I should egg him on. Push him further. I'm curious to know how far he's willing to take things. At what point will he say 'enough'?

"So... what are you going to say to him?" I eventually asked her, with a bit of mischief in my voice. I wanted to sound encouraging, sort of like her best friend rather than his wife.

I'm not sure if my question was more of a test, or maybe more of a dare.

Bri looked up at me, a little cautious, before saying in an extra girly tone, "Are you asking me as my supportive roommate? Or, you know, Aiden's wife?"

I recognized I had been giving Bri mixed messages. Swinging from angry wife to supportive roommate.

Maybe I should take a softer approach.

"Well, okay, hold on. So I kind of like the idea of me having my own persona, too," I replied as I walked past her and grabbed a bottle of white wine from the fridge. "You want a glass?" I asked.

"Sure."

I poured two and handed her one. The way she took it with her delicate fingers and pink acrylics... Aiden never held a glass like that.

Bri took a sip of wine, eyes on me over the rim, and said, "So what kind of girl is she, your persona?"

I hesitated, unsure how serious she was being. I looked down at my own glass.

"I don't know, I haven't really thought about it like that before. I guess I mean..." I trailed off. Then glanced at her. "How did you even come up with Bri?"

"I think she just came naturally," she replied. "I imagined what a really hot girl would do and then I just mimicked those behaviors. But not completely because a lot of my shyness still comes through, so I think fundamentally it's still me at my core... if that makes sense."

"No, yeah, that makes sense," I responded, still processing what she said. "It's pretty wild how you chose a persona, then you put her on, and other people are seeing you that way. I could learn how to be a girl from you."

"Oh, that's so sweet of you to say," Bri responded with her painted fingernails up to her chest in a heartfelt way. "Not to brag but I think I'm better at being a girl than I am at being a guy."

"Oh really?" I replied with curiosity, wanting to hear more.

"Yea," she said, shifting in her seat and adjusting a bra strap. "I mean... I've never had a night like Saturday, where I was noticed like that. Or treated to. Like I was the most important person in the room."

"No even when we started dating?" I pressed.

"Well I definitely felt that when we were dating," Bri answered. "But it was mostly me doing the pursuing. Saturday was different. I didn't have to convince someone else to spend time with me. It was different because someone else wanted my attention, someone else was enjoying my time. I guess I'm not used to people wanting me like that. Not as Aiden. Not ever."

I felt a bit sad for him when he said that. But I understood what he meant, and he wasn't wrong. I didn't say anything.

"But when I act like a girl and imagine myself as a hot girl, it just works," Bri said, opening up.

I was caught off guard a little when he said that, but I hid it well and rolled with it.

"Maybe I should channel that same energy you do," I finally replied, shifting the tone. "But maybe in more of a girlboss way. Like a hot boss that men are attracted to, but also a little afraid of."

"I absolutely love that vibe," Bri responded supportingly. "I feel like you already kind of have it a little bit."

"Yea, good point. I do get tired of it sometimes, you know?" I responded. "Sometimes I wish I could just be that dumb ditzy girl. Clueless, but really cute."

I thought about what this persona would look like and how it would feel to try her on. It almost felt a little freeing to imagine. I wouldn't have to be in so much competition with the men around me. My mistakes could be chalked up to me being a woman.

It's sort of how I was like my first couple of years in college. I assumed that anyone older than me was inherently smarter and more capable. I remember being innocently naïve.

If I embody that persona now, I think I could be much more powerful and effective. I could play naïve, even though I'm not. I could let men try to impress me instead of being such a feminist by refusing any help.

"You know, when I was in college, I had this roommate that I used to go out partying with," I started saying. "It was so much fun. It was like one of the best times I remember having in college. We were just two single girls tearing it up whenever we wanted."

"You must've been such a heartbreaker," Bri said, looking at me with his pretty eyelashes and fading eyeliner.

"It was my roommate that was more of the heartbreaker," I explained. "We ended up having a big falling out because she kept stealing all of the guys I was into."

"What a bitch," Bri, replied with disdain in her soft, gentle voice.

"Yea, she turned out to be pretty conniving. Every time I confronted her about it, she denied it was even happening," I continued, " I couldn't even tell her if I was interested in a guy cause the second she found out she would find a way to sleep with him within the next few days."

"She sounds awful!" Bri replied, as she took another sip of her white wine.

"Yea, I finally figured out what she was doing, and I started going for guys that I knew weren't her type at all, like scrawnier and gamer types... Anyway, I wish I could have that time back again."

"So you want to be a cute 19 year old college girl again?" Bri asked.

"Yea, I think so," I answered truthfully. "I mean, wouldn't you?"

"If I could snap my fingers right now and be a 19-year-old college girl I would've done it yesterday," Bri said, smiling.

"I am not surprised by that," I said, smiling suspiciously.

"So," Bri said, with inquisitive eyes, "Are you... 19 year old Lacey right now?"

"Hmmm," I vocalized. "Do you want me to be?"

"Yes, please," she said, sweetly. "I'm gonna need some single girl energy and support if I'm texting Tom tonight.

Single girl energy was such a loaded phrase.

Bri wasn't asking for permission. She was asking me to be complicit.

She's asking me to be a part of this. If I'm involved then I can't be mad, right?

But if I'm a part of it then at least I have some control, right?

Single girl energy isn't an energy I've been able to tap into for years, so I was really intrigued and curious to try it out.

But it also suggests I'm not married. That I'm free to play along. So what exactly is Bri suggesting? Can I act like a single woman outside of the home? Can I act like a single woman whenever my husband is dressed as a woman? Could I excuse away my infidelity retroactively?

What are the rules here? Do we need rules? Should I ask these questions... say them out loud?

No... I should see how this plays out.

I clinked my glass softly against hers.

"Okay. Here's to being single again," I said, bravely, as I gauged Bri's reaction.

Bri grinned, a little too happily. I don't think she knows what she's getting herself into.

// Bri's Perspective //

"Okay. Here's to being single again," Lacey said, leaving me with a little flutter deep inside my chest.

I took another long sip of wine to fuel my bravery. Are we still just roleplaying? Is it roleplaying if I'm about to text a guy who was all over me last Saturday? Because it's spilling out into real life.

Would I let Lacey do the same? I mean I suppose I would and I should, if we're being fair.

"What's that ring on your finger, Lacey? I thought you were single," I blurted out, encouraging her to take off her wedding ring.

"I don't know how that got there!" Lacey replied before twisting it off her finger more casually than I expected.

She then walked to the fridge, retrieving the bottle of wine again and topped us both off.

"So," I said, "What do single girls even say to guys who buy them drinks?"

Lacey leaned in close, her voice teasing, "You say something like, 'Hey you! That was a fun night. I'm doing okay. You?' And add a smiling emoji.

I bit my lip and started typing. I typed the message, deleted it, re-typed a variation, then sighed.

I was SO nervous. I was keeping this tension between Tom and I alive, all with my wife's encouragement. It made me so turned on. I could feel my dick stiffening in my chastity cage.

It also felt a bit too mischievous, adulterous even.

"Ugh, this is hard!" I said, setting my phone down on the counter. "And it feels like cheating. Tell me it's not cheating, Lacey."

"Cheating?" Lacey said, looking a bit stunned. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No," I answered.

"Do you have a husband?" She asked next.

"No," I repeated.

"Ok, so... what's the issue?" She replied.

I hesitated, glancing at the phone. My voice dropped a little before saying, "It's not an issue... I just don't want to make this all about me again. It just doesn't seem fair that only I get to have the fun."

"Oh?" she said, light and teasing. "Would it make you feel better if I was flirting with someone?"

"... Maybe," I said, carefully, unsure if that's what I really wanted, or if I wanted her to make me want it.

"Bri, you're such a bad girl," Lacey replied playfully. "You better be careful. You're giving me ideas."

I nodded, slowly, "I know, but that sounds kinda hot too."

"Bri! This isn't about me right now," Lacey teased, looking a bit embarrassed.

So I moved on and picked up my phone, staring at Tom's name on the screen. My stomach fluttered.

"Well... what if he tries to flirt with me?" I asked, my voice feminine and vulnerable.

She tilted her head, studying me.

"Isn't that the whole point, Bri," she said, with a young and playful tone. "Isn't this what single girls like us want?"

I laughed nervously, tucking a strand of my wig behind my ear even though it didn't need to.

"But I never flirted with a guy over text." I said, barely looking at her. "So I'll need your help."

Lacey took a long sip of wine and leaned one hip against the counter, watching me.

"You're adorable. Okay," she said, setting her wine down and walking over. "Let's write it together."

"Together?"

She nodded, "Yeah, like besties do."

"Besties," I repeated, tasting the word. It also made me feel more nervous.

"Come on," she said, tugging me gently by the wrist.

We sat at the kitchen island, side by side, her thigh brushing mine. I felt small next to her. Like she was the older, cooler girl showing me how it's done.

She motioned to my phone.

"Okay, open the chat. Let's see this mysterious Tom."

I hesitated before handing her the phone.

"Okay, what if we start simple?" she said, scooting closer. "Something flirty, but chill. Like... 'Hey you. Last weekend was fun! How's your week going?'"

I stared at the screen. My heart beat against my ribs.

"Okay, you can send it," she whispered.

I hesitated again, then tapped the send button.

Message sent.

I turned away and squealed into my hands.

"Oh my God, what have I done?!"

My heart was racing. I could've simply ignored his text and moved on. Lacy and I could've put this in the past. But now I'm openly engaging and inviting a man to pursue me.

Craziest part of all is that my wife knew that he and I were flirting out at the nightclub. She knows he touched the small of my back and that he bought me drinks. She's completely aware about all of this and yet she is not just OK but she's encouraging.

I like that she's encouraging this. Like we're on some sort of wild adventure together. I have no idea where it's gonna go, but I'm having a ton of fun getting there.

Lacey grabbed my wine glass and motioned for me to grab it before saying, "Here... liquid courage."

I lifted the glass by its stem with my pretty fingers and took a large chug.

"What if he doesn't text me back?" I said out loud, worrying about what that might mean.

"Oh he's gonna text you back, don't worry," Lacey reassured me.

"But what if he doesn't? What if he's over it? What if I didn't text back fast enough?"

"Look at you all, cute and nervous," Lacey said with a grin. "I remember being like that."

I imagined Lacey in her younger years texting and flirting with guys. I am certain that the guys she was texting were more nervous about her than she was about them.

I felt a little selfish and still felt a little adulterous to be texting Tom even though my wife was right there. Something about it just didn't seem fair.

"You remember being like this? Do you want to know what it's like again? Maybe we can find you someone to flirt with," I blurted out, driven by my increased arousal and a mix of alcohol.

I'm unsure if I actually wanted that, but I felt like if she did have someone she was flirting with then I wouldn't feel so guilty doing it myself.

"Oh really? Would you be OK with that?"

"Bri is super supportive of that," I replied. "And it's not like you've got a ring on your finger."

I was shocked by the words coming out of my mouth. But even though I said that a part of me didn't actually want this to happen. Part of me wanted her to say no I don't want anyone else to flirt with.

But then the turned-on side of me. The part of me that is locked in Chastity really wanted that to happen.

I haven't been able to fuck my wife in quite a while, but the thought of an erect penis inside of her turned me on, even if the penis wasn't my own.

It's a weird thought for me to have. But I haven't orgasm in such a long time that it was so quick and easy to get me aroused by anything.

Even just the thought of a hard and direct veiny cock made me drip pre-cum.

I was finding arousal in anything even remotely sexual. Especially the idea that Tom's cock could get hard from me. Like the idea that I could rouse him in that way felt so good.

A secret part of me wanted to keep exploring that fantasy. Maybe a part of me wanted to see if that could actually happen...

*Ding*

A notification on my phone went off, indicating I had received a text.

I freaked out and looked down quickly at my phone, panicking.

"Oh my god oh my god--he replied!" I almost shouted.

"Eeeck! Let me see!" Lacey exclaimed, as she leaned into my shoulder to look at my phone.

"Hey you ???? Last weekend was fun. You looked amazing btw."

I squealed, covering my face with my hands and looked at Lacey with wide, panicked eyes, "He said I looked amazing! Ok, so he HAS to think I'm a girl right? Like, I totally pass, right?!"

"Of course you, pass," Lacey said, "Don't I always tell you that?"

"Yea, you do, but this is different for some reason," I replied, heart still pounding.

Her hand flew to her chest in mock shock, "Yea, I get it... this IS different Bri, he's swooning. You got him hooked."

She then snatched the wine bottle from the counter, eyes wide with excitement.

I clutched the phone to my chest and leaned back dramatically, "This is so much. What if he asks me to hang out, like one on one?"

"You mean, like a date?" Lacey asked.

"Yea," I said anxiously, "Like a date."

"The only way you're gonna know if he went over is if they ask you on a date, that's what you wanted to do," Lacey said as if it were a fact. "We'll cross that bridge when we have to."

I swallowed hard, absorbing, and processing, which she just said, 'we'll cross that bridge when we have to...'

Lacey poured a generous splash into her glass, then overfilled mine like we were toasting something big. Her hands were quick. She was practically vibrating with secondhand adrenaline.

I then tried to act casual, but the heat on my cheeks gave me away. I looked down at the message again, the words sinking in deeper.

"I don't think anyone's ever said that to me before," I whispered.

I loved this feeling. It was the same feeling I used to get when I knew a girl liked me.

I never thought I was capable of feeling this way with a guy. It scared me! Genuinely.

Playfully teasing the idea of attracting men had always been for my own validation. And I never expected to be this invested with one guy in particular.

Also, accepting the possibility that a man could make me feel these things was so new, and scary.

I crossed my legs and squeezed tight, hoping Lacey wouldn't notice how hard I was throbbing in the cage.

Lacey must've noticed, because she gave me a look.

"Are you getting a little excited?" Lacey teased.

I began fanning myself dramatically, playing up the heat.

"It's just the wine. And the lights," I lied.

Lacey ignored that entirely and said with eager excitement, "Okay, enough stalling. You gonna respond to Tom or just sit there and blush?"

I held my phone against my chest again and gasped like I was in some bad teen movie. "Oh my god, I'm dying. I'm literally dying. He said I looked amazing. Who even says that?"

I slid off the stool and paced a little circle around the island. My feet were bare, but I still moved like I was wearing heels with my hips swaying. I couldn't stand still. "Okay. I need your help. Tell me what to say."

Lacey's grin widened. She leaned forward on her elbows, swirling her wine, "For starters, you don't text back right away. That's, like, rule number one."

I stopped pacing and stared at her, saying, "What? Why?!"

"Because if you text right away, it looks like you're desperate," she explained. "And like you don't have a bunch of guys hitting you up."

"Good point," I agreed with a girly twirl. "I want him to think guys are always hitting on me, like all the time."

"Like all the time," Lacey repeated after a sip of wine.

"I need him to think guys are chasing me," I then said. "Like, I have enough prospects, but I might be willing to make an exception for you."

"Yes," Lacey agreed, lifting up her wine glass. "You have enough guys trying to take off your panties."

"Oh, my, god, too many!" I agreed, feeling nice and tipsy. "Too many men trying to make me sin! They're trying to corrupt an innocent girl like me."

*Ding*

I jumped so hard I nearly dropped the phone. Lacey coughed into her glass.

We both made big shocking eyes at each other in suspense.

"Did Tom just double text you?" Lacey asked eagerly, breaking the silence.

I slowly lifted my phone to read the notification, it was a text, FROM TOM!

I squealed, fumbling with the screen like it might vanish if I didn't open it fast enough.

I read the message, hand covering my mouth

*Still thinking about that dress. You wore it too well ????*

I squealed again, spinning in a full circle like a kid who just got asked to prom.

"Lacey, Lacey, Lacey! He's thinking about the dress! What do I even say to that?!"

Lacey leaned over, trying to grab the phone from me, "Let me see!"

We both stood there holding my phone, reading the text.

"I think I'm gonna die. He's flirting," I said, nervously. "That's flirting, right? That's real flirting, not just a compliment?"

"That's not just a compliment," she said, eyes wide. "That's like... push-you-up-against-a-wall flirting."

I gasped, imagining myself pressed up against a wall by Tom's body, "Lacey!"

She clutched her wine with both hands and bit her lip.

"I mean, I'm just saying. He remembered how you looked in that dress. That means he's been thinking about you. Like, probably at work. Or in the shower."

"Stop," I said, fully red in the face and exaggerated, "I cannot do this."

Lacey swirled her wine, eyes twinkling.

"Okay, what if you start simple. Like," Lacey said before grabbing my phone and drafting:

'Awww, that's so sweet of you to say ????'

I reread the draft text over and over, unsure, "Really? That's it?"

She nodded, setting her glass down like she was about to give a lecture. "Awww says you've received his compliment and it landed."

She held up a second finger. "The second part means you're reciprocating a little. You're calling him sweet--so you're low key encouraging more compliments."

Then the third finger. She smiled. "And the emoji? That's the flirty part. That says you're feeling fuzzy about it. It's soft, but it's still a vibe."

I blinked, replaying the sentence in my head, "Okay... I trust you."

Lacey tilted her head, "I mean... I think that's how it works."

There was a pause before she added, a little bashfully, "Do you, um... have a photo of you in that dress?"

"What do you mean like one that I could send him?" I asked anxiously.

"Yeah, one you could tease him with a little bit, give him a taste of what he missed out on," Lacey said with dark squinting eyes.

This idea got me so turned on. I quickly opened up the photos in my phone to scroll through and see if I had any pictures that were worthy of sending him. I couldn't find one good enough.

"Oh shoot," I began to say reluctantly, "I don't think I have one that's really good."

"We'll go put it on, we've got all night," Lacey said, with a raised eyebrow and a slight grin as she brought the glass of wine to her mouth.

The thought of putting it back on... of taking a photo just for Tom made my heart pound and my cock ache in my cage.