Becoming Mary - Part I - Sex Stories

Becoming Mary - Part I

Lucy and I had been living together for a couple of months when it all started. She was in her early twenties, and I was a couple of years younger. Up until I moved in with her, I’d lived my parents. My stay-at-home mother had taken care of all the household chores while my father went out to work. It was the typical old-fashioned family structure. From day one, living with Lucy was proving to be a bit of a challenge. For one, she had a full-time job and therefore not much time for housework, and perhaps the biggest shock to me was that she expected and even demanded that I contribute to keeping things clean. On the very first night we started living together, she reprimanded me for taking off my clothes and throwing them on the floor next to the bed. “What are you doing?’ she asked. “Getting into bed,” I replied. “Is that what your mother taught you?” she continued, pointing at my clothes. “I don’t know,” I said, “She didn’t have a problem with it.” “Well, I do have a problem with it,” Lucy declared, “And I’m not cleaning up after you.” I reluctantly picked up my clothes, folded the pieces I could wear again, and threw my underwear into the laundry hamper. “See, that wasn’t difficult,” she said as I got into bed and cuddled up beside her. I felt slightly bothered by her bossiness, but I knew that she was right. I had to learn to share the workload. She was quite strict, and she knew her boundaries. I had no doubt she would give me hell if I tried to convince her to be more ...

... lenient. She had principles, and her standards of living were quickly becoming my way of life. Besides, she was pretty and had the hottest body of any girl I’d ever dated. I could fuck her for hours, and we often did. --- It was only a couple of weeks later when the transformation started. I was getting ready for work, having just showered and shaved. When I looked through the top drawer of my dresser, it quickly became apparent that there were no more boxer shorts to be found. I was already ten minutes late for work, and in no mood to run into unexpected problems. “Lucy,” I called out, “I can’t find any clean underpants.” “What?” she called back from the kitchen, above the noise of the extractor fan. I was about to repeat myself when she appeared in the bedroom wearing a gingham cooking apron over her bra and panties. I loved that look, especially when she turned around to expose her cute round butt cheeks and naked back. I’ve always had a thing for beautiful female backs, from their ample thighs to their thin waistline, up to their perfectly-formed shoulder blades and their kissable, long necks. If I weren't in a rush for work, I would have gladly spent time romping around in bed with her. But, I had to give an important presentation that day, and besides, I knew that Lucy wouldn’t allow for it. As soon as she started cooking breakfast, there was no question of interrupting her for sex. I had tried one time and had been met with a clear and direct response to the effect that ...