You moved off to check out the house. The kid's had gender appropriate rooms for the era. Mary had a doll house, dolls, and a girly bed. The room had pink wall paper with lovely flowers and fairies on it. Of course, all of her clothing were skirts and dresses for the outer wear. Sam had a boys variety of stuff, which included baseball mitt, toy guns and swords, cowboy stuff and so on.
When you found your bedroom, it was a bit hard to realize that the 'feminine' things were yours. The closet was full of skirts, dresses, high heel shoes, and even women's hats! There was a vanity with makeup, perfume and jewelry among other things. The bathroom was not anything special, though it was your responsibility to keep it clean from now on.
You moved into the kitchen. Walt is there getting something out of the refrigerator. He looked over at you and said, "I will be done soon honey. I know this is your domain, but I was a bit hungry. I wanted to grab something before going to learn what my new job is." He headed for the door. "And remember, I expect supper on the table at 5:30" He paused, then headed back to you, "Sorry. I almost forgot." He took you in one arm and kissed you. He made sure to squeeze you but when he did.
When he was gone, you faced your first test as a 'mother'.
Mary came running in, very upset. "Mommy! We went to the playground, and there were some boys playing baseball. They let Sam help, but not me!"
You looked at 'her'. This keeping gender roles straight would be tricky for a while. Then you smiled, "Baseball is a boy's game Mary. I will bet if you go back, you could find some other girls playing hop-scotch or jumping rope." You hugged her, "Besides. I don't want you to get your dress messed up."
Thankfully, when you took inventory, the refrigerator and pantry were stocked, so you did not need to go shopping yet. However, you did need to acquaint yourself with the kitchen, and then figure out what to cook.
You were semi-successful on your first attempt at cooking. Some things were a bit over-done, but nothing burned at least!
The real challenge came at bed time. You were a man playing the part of a woman, who was going to bed with a woman playing the part of a man, and it was clear that you were not allowed to refuse sex with your 'husband'. Still, you were a man going to bed with a strange woman for now, and it felt awkward not matter how you framed it! You wondered about how your 'husband' felt about it. There was one other thing. If he permitted it, an only if he did, this would be the only time you were permitted to talk or act out of character in any way, but even then, there were limits.
You were nervous, laying there in your nightie, feeling the weight of the breasts, and wondering what Walt would do. Funny, it only occurred to you then that the only name you had for him was Walt, and the only name he had for you was Julie. Of course, nothing else was permitted. You felt him getting into bed.
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