Home Economics Chapter 03 – Finale

Home Economics Continued


Given that he was now living 24/7 as a girl, Miss Jordan started teaching him all the housekeeping skills she thought he required. He learned cooking, cleaning, sewing and managing the shopping, the thousand and one skills necessary to manage a modern home. She continued to reward Dave with spankings regularly, and, as a consequence, he did well. The spankings got better and better, he almost passed out from orgasms a couple of times.

She got him a credit card in his name, but she kept it. She ordered all sorts of feminine clothes, shoes and accessories using it and put him on Victoria’s Secret, and other feminine shops mailing list so he got tons of mail addressed to him from various enterprises aimed at female customers. She made sure she ordered from every catalog so they understood he was a shopper, not just a browser. That only bothered him at first, but he got used to it. Just like he got used to being a regular in several women’s departments of department stores, and got to know both sales ladies and gentlemen who were unfailingly polite since he was such a good customer.

She started spanking him in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom so he could watch himself. She showed him how to lock his knees and put his fanny high in the air, discussed every aspect of the spanking instructing him how to look his cutest. He wasn’t good-looking though, either as a woman, or even particularly in his old male persona. He just had irregular features and that was that. The clothes he wore gave a certain bizarre charm to the spankings, along with the careful poses, which he was satisfied with. Miss Jordan, however, was not.

She explained it to him. She told him frankly that he wasn’t pretty, never would be, but looks were very important for the proper experience. She told him that, therefore, she had decided that he ought to go for as sexy appearance as possible. Clothes were part of it. His legs were ok, especially in stockings and a garter belt, but he needed breasts. Big breasts, big breasts that men would look at when he walked by. He needed big breasts that showed deep cleavage when he was bent over with his hands on his legs. That would complete the picture she was looking for. While she was relating all this, her eyebrows were lowered and she looked at him with a small smile.

He rebelled. She withheld spankings. “Be careful and don’t go too long, I can wait forever, I get to give spankings several times a week anyway.” was her comment. It seemed like he held out forever, but it was only five days. Five days, and he agreed that she make an appointment with a well-known plastic surgeon who specialized in cosmetic procedures. It hurt for a week or so, but that was how he got his D-cup breasts and began learning a whole new world, both in clothes and in relations with people he encountered in his daily life. Men stared at his breasts instead of him. Women looked disapprovingly. At first he was outraged, but he got used to men opening doors for him, smiling and making little comments and the catty looks of women. He just thanked them when appropriate and ignored them when necessary. Miss Jordan, of course, selected clothes for him to wear which emphasized his tits.

He observed in the mirror he did look oodles cuter when he got his spankings.

Miss Jordan had him make himself a dress with the proper size bodice, which, when finished, made him pretty proud of himself.

He learned to shop, how to select produce, look for bargains, know his way around the store. And, his cooking progressed. When he’d moved in with Miss Jordan, putting a TV dinner in the oven was pretty much the extent of his knowledge of cooking, but soon, under her tutelage, he was able to plan and cleanly execute a whole thanksgiving dinner, which he did for Miss Jordan and himself. Her Home Economics career was back on track, and she was happy. Dave who had a sex life for the first time in his life was happy. They were both well satisfied with their lives as they’d agreed to live them.

Miss Jordan sold her house at a huge profit when a developer needed it for a development of a complex of shops and apartments catering to the wealthy. She was able to live in her old home for one year until the developer needed it. She bought a larger home, originally built 100 years before, in an older area of town that was coming back. The house was three stories, with five bedrooms. Miss Jordan set about immediately modernizing it. There were servant’s quarters in the fairly large back yard. She and Dave went over to the new house every day and more or less supervised the workmen who came and went mostly assuring that what was done was what was requested and that work continued.

The new home gave Dave plenty of work, and cut into the sex life he had come to enjoy, but he didn’t mind.