All the Sex

While Jordan had initially been uneasy about the change to his gender, at least on his forms to the IRS, his cousin Louis had been right. No notification came from the government indicating that the deception had been flagged, and after a few weeks, Jordan began to relax. Soon he almost forgot about the scheme, and just spent his time enjoying the increase to his paycheques.

And Jordan wasn't the only one.

At home, Rachel was insatiable. While for some men the loss of their underwear to the mysterious mites had been traumatic (at least, Jordan assumed so, despite the talk around the office from the men about how much they were enjoying wearing panties), it seemed to have inspired Jordan's wife to a renewed and reinvigorated sex life. Gone were the days where they enjoyed each other's bodies on a Friday schedule. Thanks to Rachel's new appreciation for Jordan's clothing situation, the pair wound up having sex nightly, sometimes more than once!

Not that there wasn't a trade-off for the additional action. Each night Rachel insisted in picking out an outfit for Jordan to wear. Often it would be a set of lingerie, perfectly matching what she was wearing in every way but for size. The first few times Jordan had begrudgingly participated, but the sex was so good that he quickly lost whatever sense of shame he had felt. Once he had even refused to dress up, and Rachel had flatly refused to participate in anything sexual with him that night.

"I thought we had something special," she had spat in disgust, "and now you only want things your way. I didn't know I married a man with such old-fashioned hang-ups."

Jordan had protested her assessment of him, but it went nowhere.

"If you don't care about what I like, then I'm not interested," she said, leaving the room, throwing a robe over the red lace negligee she had been wearing, "Talk to me when you want to stop acting like your grandfather."

She'd slept on the couch that night, leaving Jordan alone in their connubial bed, keenly aware of the red lace negligee in his size on the dresser.

In the morning he'd woken her up wearing the outfit, wanting to show her that he'd bridge the gap between them. Sure, he wasn't really into wearing women's clothing, but if it made her happy, then he'd do it. Besides, how far off was it from him wearing panties to work every day?

And it had paid off. The look on her face when she opened her eyes was priceless. She'd even cried a little! Soon they were wrapped in each other's arms, lovers celebrating the courage to enjoy each other's sexual needs and desires. Well, Rachel's needs and desires. Jordan was just happy with the sex.

With the additional money rolling in, Jordan had hardly noticed the extra expenses that Rachel had been incurring to feed her increased appetite. Matching lingerie was just the beginning. Jordan and Rachel had always enjoyed a little roleplay as part of their sex-life, but now things got really crazy. Just like the lingerie, Rachel had started buying matching outfits for Jordan to wear. Soon they were two sexy schoolgirls experimenting on a field trip. Then they were two cowgirls keeping each other warm by the fire after a long day in the saddle.

After a few days, though, without warning, Rachel switched things up. Once again the schoolgirl outfit was laid out for Jordan, so he dutifully got dressed. When Rachel walked in the room, though, she was dressed as a teacher. A male teacher.

"Well, Jackie," she said, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips, "I just came back from grading your final essay and it looks like I'm going to have to hold you back a year."

Jordan knew the scenario very well. It was something he and Rachel had played out many times, although while he had been wearing the teacher's costume. He could have put up a fight, said that she was pushing things too far, but the pleading look in her eyes, plus the memory of how many times she had played along with him, convinced him.

"But Mister Jordan," he said, sticking his bottom lip out, "I tried so hard on that paper. I don't think I can do another year of school. Isn't there anything I can do to convince you of what a good girl I am?"

And Rachel, of course, had plenty of ideas of how he could convince her.

The next night he was a maid and she was the home owner. The following night a **** girl and her owner. It went on and on like that, each night's sexual experience more exciting, more fulfilling than the last. Cheerleader and quarterback. Hooker and pimp. Fembot and spy. Nurse and patient. Sugar baby and sugar daddy. Her sexual appetite was only matched by her creativity.

And so, five weeks after the clothing-devouring-mites made their fateful appearance on the planet, Jordan was more sexually fulfilled than he could have imagined. But it was more than that. He felt that he was changed. Transformed. He'd put aside so many of his old-fashioned notions of how far he'd go to please his wife, to please himself, and was now open to possibilities he could never have imagined.

Yes, Jordan Jacks was happy.