Bad News for My Sissy Husband

"Sweetie, do you have a minute to talk?" I called up the stairs.  My darling sissy husband, Lily, came down right away.

"Yes, Martha. Is there something that you need?" he asked.

"My, don't you look extra pretty today!  That pink top is super cute on you and really shows off how you are...developing.  And I love that necklace on you!" I cooed.

"Thank you, Martha," he replied softly. I could tell he was both thrilled and a bit embarrassed with my compliments.

"Sweetie, we need to talk. Now I know you have really been looking forward to our vacation to the Bahamas tomorrow," I started.

"Oh yes, Martha.  I'm very excited about our trip!" he replied breathlessly.

"Yes, well," I started. "There's been a change of plans.  You're not going," I stated matter-of-factly.

Completely blindsided by my announcement he responded, "What? No! We've been planning this trip for months!"  His eyes were starting to tear.  This announcement was getting him rather upset.

"Now Lily, really!  Think about it.  I mean, just look at you.  Look how much you've changed!  Your hair, your breasts, your hips.  You have become so feminine!  How can I be expected to go on a romantic Caribbean vacation with you?  You can barely even pass as a man anymore!  Needless to say, you can't take your shirt off on the beach now that your boobs have grown so much," I explained.

"But I did all of this for YOU!  YOU wanted me to become more feminine, more ladylike.  I made all of these changes because YOU wanted it!" He was starting to cry as he spoke.  Goodness, the hormones make him so emotional!

I put my hand on his shoulder, "Oh, Lily, of course I know that. This is how I want you. Soft and feminine and gentle.  I love having you as my sweet little sissy housewife.  You look and smell so pretty and you take such wonderful care of me.  You are exactly the way I want you. At home, that is.  But on a romantic vacation?  Well, that obviously is not going to work."

"So you cancelled all of our vacation plans?" he asked stupidly.

"Oh, good heavens no, silly girl.  The trip is all paid for.  I'm going with Ben."

"Ben? Who's Ben?" Lily asked.

"Ben Martins, silly. My editor," I said. Then the wailing really began.  

"You're going on vacation with Ben?!?  Why? How? What's going on?" Lily was starting to get a bit hysterical by this point.

"Well, Lily, Ben and I have been spending a lot of time together finalizing my latest book. And he is going through a difficult time since he is getting divorced.  Anyway, over the past couple of months, he and I have gotten rather...close.  He really is a very nice man.  And so tall and handsome!"  The crying got much worse when I said that.

By now I was growing tired of Lily's sobbing. "Now calm yourself. You know this is for the best. Look, I am a woman and I have needs -- and believe me, he really knows how to fill my needs!  Ben and I will be able to have a wonderful, romantic vacation together in a way you and I simply can't anymore. Besides, you have fallen way behind on your chores and this will give you a whole week to get caught up."

Lily had no words in response to that.

"And since I'll be spending more time with Ben at his apartment when we get back from the Bahamas, I thought it would be nice if you would go over there while we're away and get it all tidied it up.  It really is a mess and you wouldn't want me having sex in an apartment that wasn't properly cleaned, now would you?"

"Well, would you?" I repeated a bit more sternly, in case Lily thought it was a rhetorical question.

"No, I guess not," he answered softly.

"No, of course not," I agreed.  "Now pull yourself together. I know, let's go to the mall and I'll buy you something pretty to cheer you up.  And while we're there, you can help me pick out a new bikini and maybe a sexy nightie to take on my trip.  OK?  Now dry those eyes and grab your purse."