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The Perfect Housewife [Man to 1950s Housewife TG] - Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-03-21 20:28:39 +0000 UTCCommissioned Anonymously
By TheSpiralledeye
Avery didn't become a woman for the body; the truth is, all he’s ever wanted was to be taken care of and keep house; not exactly a manly pursuit. When he finds out that his best friend Paul’s dream girl is exactly that, they hatch a plan to live together and fill the holes in one another’s lives. What they didn’t expect was just how hard it would be to keep their hands off each other, especially once Avery undergoes mental programming to make himself Paul’s ideal wife.
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Part 1 - The Deal
The beer opened with a satisfying hiss as I pulled back on the tab. The cool, hoppy flavour flowed over my full lips and coated my tongue, instantly cooling me under the summer heat. I was wearing my favourite pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top; not exactly the best picks for a summer barbeque. Then again, I hadn't been all that keen on coming.
“Aren’t gender reveal parties a bit stupid at this point?” I sighed. “I mean, she was a woman. Three guesses what gender she’ll be when she descends those stairs in a minute.”
I eyed off the blue balloons and streamers dotted around the garden, you’d think we were at a baby shower.
“Who cares? I think it's just an excuse to have a party.” Paul shrugged. “Once she, uh, he does her little presentation, it’ll be like any other get together. Drinking, talking, all that good shit.”
“I suppose, but I never did one.”
“Your loss.”
“I’m just saying, these transformations have been common for almost a decade now. You’d think people would stop making a fuss.”
Paul grinned and elbowed me in the side.
“I think you’re just jealous nobody made a fuss over you when you became female.”
“Ow, watch the boobs. You know most women would scream harassment if you did that to them.”
I rubbed at the side of my breasts tenderly. Even after a year, I wasn’t entirely used to them. I’d lost a few friends when I’d decided to become female; no matter how many times I explained I wasn’t having any mental changes done, the guys just couldn’t see me the same way. Except Paul, of course, he was almost the opposite; he seemed to forget I was a woman at all.
“You said you were just doing it for a year, yeah? Why don't you throw a party when you change back? I promise to fuss.” He snickered
I didn't get the chance to respond as music blared from the back patio. Nathan, our friend from college who never quite grew out of his theatre kid phase has a microphone in hand as he slid across the boards of the deck.
“Ladies and gentlemen, presenting, in his new and fit form…Justin!”
The back door opened and out jumped a sun-tanned, blonde-haired man with a familiar smile. I clapped politely while others cheered; I had to admit, being male suited Justine, uh, Justin. Nathan slid back across the deck and wrapped Justin in his arms and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a few people averted their gaze. Even though Janus Inc had revolutionised everything with its transformation tech over a decade ago, some people were still squeamish about it. Most had embraced the idea of changing genders, it had become all the rage for college kids to get the change for a semester or two just to see what it was like. The mental changes they were able to perform though, those were more controversial, even if they were completely voluntary.
“It’s a good thing Nathan was okay with his wife becoming his husband, even if it is just for six months,” Paul said. “I don't think I could handle it if my wife wanted to become a dude.”
“Paul, you don't have a wife.”
“But if I did! I wouldn’t want her becoming a guy.”
“Well, most guys I try to date don’t want to date a woman who was born a guy. Even if I am a woman in all the ways that count now.”
Paul looked me up and down and smirked.
“The fact that you still sit with your legs spread and drink beer like that probably doesn't help them forget.”
I slammed my legs back together and felt my cheeks turn red. I hadn't even realised I’d been manspreading. The idea that I could have done it on a date made me want to curl up in a ball and die of embarrassment. Paul slapped me on the back like I was still one of the guys; it didn’t help.
“It’s all good, Avery, we can be bachelors together.”
I did my best to smile at Paul, who clearly thought he was being reassuring. He meant well; he just wasn't the brightest. Still, with his bright blue eyes and auburn hair, I found it hard to believe he struggled to find a date.
“Why are you single, man?” I asked. “I’ve known you for years, you make good money, you’re pretty fun, and you ain’t hard on the eyes I am sure it can’t be that hard to find a woman.”
“Are you coming on to me?” Paul wiggled his eyebrows jokingly, and I punched him on the shoulder. “Fuck! Woman or not, you have a mean right hook.”
“You’re not answering the question.”
“Look, it’s a modern world. Women just… don't want to be the sort of wife I want. I want what my parents had, you know? Mother at home, cooking, cleaning, taking care of the house so I don’t have to and I provide her with everything she wants.”
Paul’s face softened for the first time, and he got a weird, wistful look in his eyes.
“I love spoiling my women with new dresses and makeup, all that stuff, and I hate housework.”
A knot started to form in my chest, and I took a deep mouthful of beer to try and wash it away. It didn’t work.
“It sounds like you wish you lived in the fifties.” I laughed nervously.
“Oh man, that would be the dream. Well, without the racism and polio, obviously.”
That knot refused to disappear, no matter how much beer I drank, but I couldn't tell Paul the reason why. Instead, I let the alcohol fuel my confidence.
“Well then, why don't we make a pact, if both of us aren’t married by the time we’re thirty, we can marry each other. Just so we’re not alone.”
“We’re only a few years away,” Paul said, then shrugged. “But why not? Love is overrated anyway, just having somebody you like to come home to each day wouldn’t be too bad.”
I laughed nervously and grabbed another beer. Justin was heading out way, and Paul got up to congratulate him. I forced myself to smile and do the same, but my mind was racing. Even sugesting it had been a risk, Paul was the last close friend I had left since this little experiment of mine, and even he thought it was temporary. What would he think if he found out the truth?
~
The party had dragged on after that, I was glad when I could finally get home and flop onto the couch. It was Sunday, which meant tomorrow I’d be back in the office, working the boring job I hated, while the dishes sat unwashed in the sink for another night because I was too tired to do them.
When I first went to Janus Inc and transformed into a woman I’d told everybody it was temporary. I wanted to walk in the other sex’s shoes for a year. It was commonplace now, some people were always going to think transformations were weird, but other than that, people shrugged and moved on. But the more time I spent this way, the more obvious it became to some of my guy friends that this wasn’t sure a temporary change.
The truth was, I’d been wanting to do this my whole life. It wasn’t that I felt out of place in my male body, it was fine, but I didn't feel like I could be the person I wanted to be in it. Not really. Some guys are confident in their masculinity, but not me. All I have ever wanted in my life, was to be taken care of and keep house. Something that was pretty frowned upon these days, especially for a man. But as a woman? People accepted it. Despite what Paul had said, plenty of women wanted to be nothing but wives and mothers.
I’d hoped to find somebody, man or woman, in that year to settle down with but had no luck. Probably because I had chickened out of getting those mental changes I truly wanted. Despite wanting to be that traditional housewife more than anything, I’d never been the best at cooking or cleaning, no matter how much I tried to be. If I let the people at Janus help me though; maybe I could be Paul’s perfect wife. Like he said, love was overrated, if we could each give the other what we wanted, that could be enough. His cushy salary would be enough for us both to live on. He agreed to the deal, but it would be almost two years before we were both thirty…why not speed things up? If he said no, I could back peddle and blame the alcohol still in my system from the barbeque. I grabbed my phone and dialed Paul’s number before I could chicken out.
“Hey man, you’re not throwing up in the street or something are you?” He answered, his tone light.
“No, actually, I was thinking about our deal.”
The light tone seemed to disappear, I wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not.
“The one where we get married at thirty?”
“Yeah, I was thinking. Why don’t we do it now, just without the whole marriage thing.”
“...yeah you lost me.”
“Look, you want to be a provider, and I want to be taken care of. If I go to Janus Inc and tell them I want some mental changes, you can tell me what you want, and if it lines up…I’ll do it. I’ll be your dream girl, and I can finally be the person I want to.”
There was silence on the other end of the line and I felt my heart start to race. Just as I was about to pull the ‘just kidding bro’ card out, Paul spoke and this time his tone was sobre and serious.
“Are you sure?”
Hope flared in my chest.
“Positive. I…I’m sick of living a life I hate, working a job that drives me mad and not having the time to be the person I want to be.”
“And being my ‘wife’ will give you that?”
“We’re not actually going to get married, but essentially…yeah. Come on, don't you want a hot meal at the end of the day instead of TV Dinners?”
Paul hesitated for a moment, and I felt my heart clench, I was so close to getting everything I wanted. If he backed out now…
“Fuck it, why not.” He laughed. “I figure you’ll give up on it within a week. Two at most.”
“You’re on!” I laughed, nerves making me breathless; this was actually happening!
~
Janus Inc’s headquarters was sleek and silver, their mask logo, half female, half male, smiled down at me as I walked in the front door, and my heart began to beat rapidly. I’d felt the same way when I came here almost a year ago to get my female body, but somehow, the idea of my mind being altered was even more daunting. No matter how much I wanted it. The forms I’d prefilled felt white hot in my hands as I handed them over. After a bit fo waiting I was lead down the hall to the officer of a different scientist to the one i saw the first time.
“Ah, Avery, is it?” The scientist behind the desk greeted. “Nice to meet you, I’m Dr. Clive, I’m in charge of all mental changes here. I see this isn't your first visit to Janus?”
“No, I was transformed about a year ago but…”
“You want some mental changes to go with it?”
“Yes!”
I felt my cheeks flush, but Dr Clive didn’t seem fussed.
“It’s very normal for people to want some help adjusting to their new bodies. With this technology, we can make shy people confident or chatterboxes learn to listen, it’s all quite useful.”
He typed away on his keyboard for a second, then nodded to himself.
“Looking at your request,s you wish to be made…into a 50s style housewife?”
God, it felt so embarrassing to have it said aloud like that.
“Yes,” I swallowed and nodded. “Compulsions to cook, clean….make my husband happy, that sort of thing…”
“Not a problem, we actually have several psychological profiles of the period made up to draw from. We can have it all done and downloaded into your brain today if you like.”
The physical transformation had taken a week of injections and pills, the fact that my brain could be altered so quickly made me both nervous and excited.
“How is it done, exactly?”
“Simple, you lie down here.” Clive indicated to abed wit h several electrical diodes hanging above it. “A quick nap and when you wake up, you’ll be the person you’ve always wanted to be.”
It was so simple. I stared at the bed and held my breath; this was it.
“Shall we begin?”
“May as well.”
I settled myself down on the medical bed and did my best to stay calm as Dr Clive attached the diodes to the side of my head. The machine above whirred to life and a bright light forced my eyes closed. I took a deep breath and-
“All done.”
I blinked my eyes open; the light was off, when had that happened?
“That’s all, did it work?” I asked, sitting up and without thinking, crossed my ankles together.
“I’d say so.” Dr Clive smiled, nodding at me.
I looked down at my body; posture perfect, ankles crossed and hands folded politely in my lap. It was a subtle change, but it made me feel all the more feminine. What didn't make me feel feminine was my outfit. Jeans and a shirt, what had I been thinking? What was the point of having a woman’s curves if I didn't dress them appropriately?
“Thank you, Dr Clive. This is simply perfect.” I smiled, getting to my feet, feeling more sure of myself than I ever had. “I think I need to go shopping.”
~
I took a look around my apartment one last time while locking up. Most of my new things were in a bag at my feet. I’d gone on quite the shopping spree; the idea of wearing anything but skirts and dresses made me shudder now. I was currently dressed in a lovely floral A line dress with a nice full skirt, the sort of thing that would have been hot fashion back in my grandmother’s day. It was classic, I could finally see the appeal.
My surroundings, though, they didn't have much appeal at all. I expected the rooms to look empty or to feel a sort of nostalgia to them, but instead, I felt…nothing. This place had never really felt like home ot me, I'd inherited it from my aunt years ago and wasn't about to pass up a free place to live. But in all the years I’d been here, I never really left my stamp on it. I grabbed my bag and locked the door behind me; now that I had been transformed into the perfect housewife, maybe I could make Paul’s house feel like home.
I’d been to his house int he suburbs plenty fo times, but this felt different. I tugged at the necklace of pearls around my neck and adjusted my hem one final time before knocking. When Paul opened the door I watched his eyes go wide.
“Avery?” He gaped. “Is that you?”
“I haven’t changed physically.” I giggled. “Just mentally.”
“Could have fooled me!” Paul waved me inside. “I don’t think I have ever seen you in a dress.”
I stepped inside and caught sight of myself in the hall mirror. Paul was right; I was unrecognisable now. The physical body had never been the point of my transformation, so I hadn’t put much work into it. Now though, after spending the morning fixing my honey blonde hair into a neat ponytail and fixing my make-up for the first time, I looked like a real woman. I smiled widely, my perfect white teeth glinting in the sunlight. This was going tobe a good day, Ic ould feel it.
“Here, let me take your bag.” Paul cleared his throat and grabbed the bag from me. “I set up the guest room for you.”
“What a gentleman.” I beamed. “Lead the way.”
As I walked, my hips took on a natural tilt that made my skirt sway behind me. My eyes danced over the hall and into the various rooms we passed, mentally tallying all the jobs that needed doing. When we reached my room I couldn’t help but shake my head in disbelief.
“I tried.” Paul blushed.
I took in the crumpled bed spread; it was in desperate indeed of iron, just like his shirt. And the towel he’d placed on the end of the bed was folded crooked. Without hesitation, I picked it up and fixed it. Laying it on the bedside table and immediately started on the bed so it was correctly made and the pillow cases properly placed.
“Don’t worry, just leave everything to me.” I beamed. “Now, how about some lunch, I can make you a sandwich?”
“That’d be great,” Paul replied, somewhat awkwardly.
“I’ll get started right after I’ve unpacked.”
I opened the fridge and made a face.
“Paul, there is barely anything in here! And these pickles look like they remember your high school graduation!”
I closed the fridge and clapped my hands together in a huff. There was no choice, I had to go shopping. I grabbed my purse and Paul’s card, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before I could think better of it.
“You put your feet up, I’m going shopping.”
When I had first transformed, I’d expected everything to feel different. People online talked about how the world seemed new, how even the smallest, most mundane things felt interesting and exciting in a new body. So I was surprised by how…normal everything had felt. Now, though, I finally understood what people had been talking about.
Walking the aisles of the grocery store felt exhilarating. Ordinarily, this was a job I hated: get in and out as quick as possible, but today, I took my time. I compared various items to find the best price and quality. I held up my apples to the light and carefully inspected each one before putting it in the bag. My mind slowly ticking away as I planned a menu for the next few days in my head.
I swiped Paul’s card with a grin; I had no idea how much money was in his account, and more importantly, I didn't need to. Managing money wasn’t my job anymore. All I needed to focus on was making Paul a good lunch. A simple, yet oddly satisfying job. When I returned home and fixed a proper lunch for the first time I could remember a sense of calm, quiet satisfaction washed over me. Yes, this felt right.
“Paul! Food!”
It took him a minute to appear but when he did, I could tell he was impressed. Warmth bloomed in my chest, knowing I’d pleased him. If I could just keep Paul happy, I could stay like this and never have to work again. My heart dropped when he sat down thoug,h and picked at the food; was he not happy with it?
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“Yeah I just…feel kinda bad.”
Paul squirmed a little in his seat.
“I feel like I am taking advantage of you or something.”
“Nonsense! We agreed this would be the arrangement, didn’t we? Now, you eat up while I go iron your shirts.”
“I can’t remember the last time I had an ironed shirt.”
“I can tell.”
Paul rolled his eyes and tucked into his sandwich as I went to get started. My heels clicked against the hardwood floors, and I held my head high. This was already going so well; I couldn't wait to find out what other compulsions Janus Inc had put in my head.
Comments
Unsurpassed Travesty
Aww! Lovely stuff. I'm a sucker for housewifing in general but I adore this riff on it.
