Missy goes to one meeting, while Melissa goes to another.

Melissa stood there and watched her husband step out of their bedroom wearing a dress and the corset she had worn on their wedding night. A shaky sigh slipped from her lips as she finally allowed herself to relax, her breathing shuddered in and out of her as she felt her pulse race at the control she had been able to exude. Never before had she been this turned on. Even thinking back to her first days sneaking off with Ben or the first times she had been with Darren had brought her to this level of arousal.

Her eyes followed Darren as he walked into his office and flopped back into his chair. She chuckled, the ungainly movements of her crossdressed husband breaking the spell that had been cast over her thoughts. Beginning to turn, she froze as she watched Darren pick up Missy’s phone and pose for a selfie with it. Her eyes widened as she realized the only place that particular shot could be going. Racing to her own phone, she picked it up and quickly brought up her speed dial. Pressing Ben’s name, she waited for him to pick up as she slipped over and closed the door to her bedroom.

Ben’s voice came through the phone clearly as he picked up. “What Melissa? I’m already dealing with Missy being a pain, what do you want?”

Melissa’s head cocked to the side as she heard the exasperation in his voice. She knew exactly how she wanted to help him, and perhaps help herself at the same time. “Meet me for lunch. I have a solution for the Missy thing. Plus, we can burn off some of that aggression you seem to be pent up with.”

On the other end of the line Ben paused and looked up at his calendar. His afternoon was light, the meeting with Missy was scheduled for right before lunch and likely wouldn’t go over. There was a moment of fleeting regret at the idea of doing this with Melissa after Darren had worked so hard for him. His mind mentally corrected the name to Missy before he could even think to answer.

Melissa listened to his hesitation and silence. She could feel her anger at his **** slowly growing. Perhaps she needed more than one man hypnotized… Shaking her head at the thought, she decided to try a different tact. Something that might advance both of her goals. “Look at Missy’s message. Then tell me you wouldn’t rather have the real thing. I saw how you looked at her yesterday. It’s good to know that you still have a thing for busty redheads.” She paused and allowed him time to open the image before she continued. “Or do you prefer something a little different? Maybe I’m barking up the wrong tree…” Letting the insinuation lay there unfinished, she waited to hear his response.

Ben’s hand quickly opened the message from Missy, he told himself it was because he was concerned with the meeting that was scheduled for later that day. What he didn’t acknowledge was the part of him that wanted to see what Missy would look like today. There had been something about the wide eyed innocence of the woman the day before. He knew the truth of it, and it still had caught him off guard. Now, seeing this picture that she had obviously taken for him, he stared at the screen and tried to take it all in. As his mind was busy delving into the depths of the image in front of him, he could hear Melissa’s tone. It took a moment for his brain to catch up to his ears.

Deep within him, anger flared up. He wasn’t attracted to any man. He never would be. Sure he had been surprised at the appearance of Missy but that was it. Swiping the picture away, he growled into the phone. “Be here by 1. Wear something short.” Without even waiting for a response he smashed his thumb on the end call button and tossed the phone to the side on his desk. He would show her exactly what he liked about her when she got there. Turning back to his work, he began to bury his mind in spreadsheets.

On the other end of the cut off phone call, Melissa stood there grinning. It was clear she had hit a mark with her playful banter. This was working out even better than she could have hoped for. Her fingers began to swiftly fly over the keyboard of her phone as she made a few excuses to get out of her workday. Thankfully, the excuse that she had caught a bug at the convention had a bit more weight behind it nowadays. Letting her phone slip to the bed she walked over to her closet and opened it up. Stepping inside, she glanced across the rows of hanging garments. She grinned as she spotted the perfect outfit. Pulling the white blazer style mini dress down, she held it up and smiled at the short dress. She had bought it for work months ago, but never managed to bring herself to wear the incredibly short outfit. Now, it would work as the perfect outfit to incite Ben’s lust and the fact that she and Missy would match was even more perfect. Setting it to the side she selected a pair of d’orsay nude patent four inch stiletto pumps. With her long legs bare, and nothing under the outfit, it would be the perfect thing to drive the men in her life wild.

The next hour was spent getting herself ready. A full face of makeup in exactly the same style as Missy’s made the comparison even more apt. She even left her hair hanging in much the same way the wig did on Darren. The outfit was completed with a pair of white sunglasses and a nude leather clutch purse. Looking at herself in the mirror, she grinned and blew a kiss to herself before slipping from the door of her bedroom.

As Melissa strutted into my office, I looked over in shock at the vision of loveliness that approached me. Even after our years of marriage, she could still take my breath away. My eyes looked her up and down before I realized that my meeting would start soon. I was actually sitting in the lobby for the call just waiting for others to join. Hitting mute on my mic, I turned to her and raised my lightly manicured eyebrows.

Melissa’s smile lit up as she took in the camera set up. “Sorry to bother you Missy...” She giggled lightly at the name. “I have to go in to work. They called an emergency meeting about some crisis over what departments get what offices. I might be gone till late, so go ahead and do whatever you want for dinner if I’m not back. And don’t forget to keep listening to your music. It really seems to be helping, doesn’t it?”

My **** nod seemed to be all she needed as she turned on her tall stiletto heels and headed out of the door. I still didn’t like her calling me Missy. Even if the name did fit. As I heard her heels click against the hardwood floors of the apartment, I kept turning her outfit over in my head. Glancing down, I noticed I was still minutes early for the meeting. Reaching up, I pressed the button to turn the earbuds back on. As the litany started back up, I felt myself following along again.

“I am comfortable.” It was surprisingly true. Typically by this point in the day, my back hurt from my horrendous posture. Only the corset wasn’t going to let me slouch, so I had sat ramrod straight all morning. I had expected the tight garment to ache or pinch, but instead I found that those feelings were muted, that even in the tight dress and tighter undergarments, I was still comfortable.

“I obey those I love.” It was easy to love Melissa, I had never understood how a woman that stunning had ever fallen for a man like me. Perhaps it was the fact that I did obey her at times. I knew that I hadn’t wanted to dress like this today, but her asking had been all it took to find myself fully made up and waiting for people to watch me online. Just before I spoke the next line, a stray thought occurred to me. Why had I obeyed Ben so easily with the picture?

“I dress to please those I love.” The affirmation felt off as I said it. I had been so **** earlier in dressing up. It was only clothes. It certainly made Melissa happy to see me like this. If this was what it took to make that stunning creature happy, then I resolved to keep doing it. Not to mention, it seemed like Ben had been pleased by my outfit yesterday. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t heard from him since the picture I had sent off that morning. Was he upset with my look? I frowned just as the next line came up in the song.

“I trust those I love.” Melissa was my rock. I had never doubted and would never doubt her. She was right this morning when she told me that I wasn’t trusting her. The idea of not trusting what she told me began to make me sick to my stomach as I sat there. I tried to think of who else I trusted. Family wasn’t much of a thing for me. Co-workers had all filtered away with covid and our lack of jobs. All that was left was Melissa, and maybe Ben. Did I trust Ben? I had to if I sent him that picture this morning.

“I feel sexy.” I could see myself in the camera of the meeting. The corset **** posture pushing the stuffed cups out, the large mounds extending from the skin tight dress in an obvious manner. My tongue slipped out and brushed against my lipstick clad lips while my eyes fluttered. The feelings of the long fake lashes were alien, but in a good way. I had almost forgotten just how much like Melissa I actually looked. If I thought my wife was a gorgeous stunning woman, what did that make me? People began to filter into the meeting before the last line came up.

“Dressing feminine feels sexy.” I filled in the blank space again as I watched more and more people fill in. I could hear a few people tell me that I was muted. Thankfully they had assumed my mouthed words were greetings or small talk. As I reached up and hit the unmute button, I thought over how sexy I did feel. Melissa’s outfit came back into the forefront of my mind as I thought over just how sexy she had looked. I knew that outfits like that made her feel desired and sexy. Would they make me feel like that? Did I want to feel like that? I knew that dressing feminine should make me feel sexy, but there was something missing. My mind struggled to think of what exactly I could be missing as I heard Ben start the meeting off. Quickly turning off the headphones, I tried to get my mind back into the game.

Oddly enough, the meeting droned on without me. Not once had Ben called on me, or even acknowledged that I was there. As I sat there frustrated by his lack of reaction, I couldn’t get Melissa’s outfit out of my mind. Why was her outfit so much sexier than mine? Was it the cleavage she had on display? If so, there was nothing I could really do about that. Her breasts were the stuff of many men’s dreams, while mine were stuffed with her silky lingerie. Was it how short it was? I didn’t think my legs could ever match hers, but I was in shape, I ran and walked a lot. I knew that even if I couldn’t match her stunning smooth legs, I wouldn’t look out of place in a skirt that short.

My mind flashed back to the last piece of her outfit, the shoes. I had always had a weakness for women in high heels. It was something I loved about Melissa. She loved dressing up and wearing heels. I remembered back to a night we spent together where heels had been the only thing she wore. We had joked about how all a woman needed to feel sexy was a good pair of shoes.

It was right at that moment that I realized Ben had been calling for Missy. I winced and looked back up at the screen. “I’m sorry Ben what was that?”

I could see anger and frustration cloud his face for a moment before he spoke again. “No worries, I’m sure you were just lost in the code.” Gentle laughter from the non-technical people in the meeting greeted his **** humor before he continued. “I was just saying that you would be part of our early staff for coming in to work on the new strategies. I was also hoping you could run through a few of our plans to work against incidents like this week’s.”

I winced as I realized I had been spaced out thinking about high heels at a time when I truly needed to be working. Shaking my head, I grinned and started in. “So in order to protect ourselves…” The rest of the meeting flowed naturally as I stepped up and managed to speak on the initiatives that Ben and I had worked up. Thankfully, I was able to immerse myself in the details and keep focused for the rest of the meeting.

As the meeting drew to a close, I was still riding the high of pivoting off of my back foot to fulfill the reasons that Ben had pulled me into the meeting. I waited till everyone was off the call before disconnecting. There was something about being able to see the image of Missy that I wasn’t quite ready to part with. As I closed out the meeting, I saw a message pop up from Ben over our work messenger.

Ben - I’m taking a long lunch. Jump into the code and get started on phase 1.

I stared at the message for a moment before I watched his name gray out as he went offline. I could feel frustration and anger building up inside as I realized that he had never once responded to the picture I had sent him. I bit my lip as I took deep breaths, or at least tried to till the corset stopped that from happening. I could feel my mind beginning to spin out of control. Why did I want Ben to respond to my picture? Why did I care what he thought of my dress? Why did Melissa look better than me? Why didn’t I feel sexy? Why did I care? Was wearing a dress something I liked? Was this all my future?

As the thoughts began to spiral out of control, I felt tears begin to well up in the corners of my eyes. Fear gripped me as I realized that if I ruined Melissa’s hard work, I had no way to fix it. If I had to go on camera later with ruined makeup, it would ruin everything I was working towards. Quickly looking for an answer to my problems, I realized I just needed to relax. Reaching up, I pressed play on the earbuds before leaning back in my chair and letting the soft melody wrap me in its protective and warm embrace.