The Silence is Deafening

The IT guy from the back office, Nathan, was a genius regarding computer stuff; his work colleagues admired him for that.  His male work colleagues especially admired him because of his sexy wife, Samantha.  There were many an office conversation about how this odd little man could snag himself such a beautiful young wife.  The common conclusion to this prognostication was that Nathan must be ‘hung,’ as why else would a woman like Samantha go for him?

However, though the office gossip inferred Nathan was hung, he was, in fact, quite the opposite of ‘hung.’ His penis was like him—small and odd.  The shaft was very thin, contrasting weirdly with a huge bell-shaped head.  It was barely three and a half inches when erect.

Still, deep down, he was a troubled man, and he blamed his mother for his anxieties.  She was a strong woman who easily dominated both her weak-willed husband and her quiet, submissive boy.  Nathan grew up thinking it was normal for a woman to dominate her man.  His father did all the chores in the household.  He was always apologetic to his wife when he failed to live up to her demanding expectations.  Though he understood why his mother sometimes dressed him in clothing that others considered ‘girly,’ Nathan still resented sitting with his legs clamped tight, his hands in his lap, and his head bowed in deference to all the stronger men and women in his life.

Nathan’s humiliation in school escalated after his first formal gym class.  All the boys were required to shower afterward, and as Nathan glanced at the other boy’s naked bodies, he realized he had the smallest dick in class by a long way.  It did not go unnoticed.  ‘Tic Tac’ and ‘Piwi’ became his new nicknames.  Gym class became an ordeal, with taunts, cock-waving, and wet towels snapped on his ass and even at his genitals.  He was lucky it was such a small target.

In his college years, Nathan tried to act a little rebellious and decided to grow his hair long like the other boys.  But he was so often mistaken for a girl with his long hair and his cute bubble butt that he kept it cut short from then on.  After graduation, he tried to pick up women and failed miserably.  The one time he convinced a girl to make out with him, she felt for his penis and burst out laughing!  She apologized profusely, but the damage was done.  He even tried a gay bar, just to see if that lifestyle ‘called to him,’ but he failed at that too, being too shy to approach anyone and too embarrassed to make eye contact.  Then, he finally found a woman who accepted him as he was.  Or rather, she found him.

He met his future wife, Samantha, at a bar one night.  Samantha noticed him sitting alone, shyly watching the action, and she took a liking to him right away, especially after she watched his extra-long tongue licking the bottom of his cocktail glass!  She introduced herself immediately and coaxed him into dancing with her.  She took him home that night and showed him what hot, dirty sex was all about.  He fell in love with the gorgeous woman who reminded him so much of his mother, and she liked his tenderness and attentiveness.

Something Samantha needed after her previous relationship ended badly.  That man treated her badly, and the tender-hearted Nathan helped her heal.  Still, Samantha had always liked submissive men.  The ones that would allow her to take charge without ‘male testosterone’ getting in the way.  She loved Nathan’s submissive nature and decided that he would make the perfect husband, even with his tiny dick.

Samantha was the dominant partner in the relationship, and Nathan loved her with all his heart.  He didn’t mind that she made the decisions in the marriage, whether it was where they lived, what they bought, or the house they lived in.  It made everything easy for him.  No arguments and no worries.

Sometimes, he felt the division of labor in the household needed to be evenly split.  He did most of the house’s cooking, cleaning, and laundry, just like his father had done.  Besides, Samantha worked extremely hard at her job, and she made substantially more money than he did.  She was entitled to relax when she came home; they had agreed on that long ago.  Nathan had a content home, a good sex life, and a neat, orderly life.  He was content.

To say Samantha was beautiful and downright sexy was an understatement.  She was slightly shorter than Nathan at five feet five with long brown hair and striking green eyes.  However, the first thing anyone noticed about Samantha was her enormous F-Cup tits.  Some would say she looked a bit like the porn actress Tessa Fowler, or they could be sisters.  The truth was, they were not related.  Still, seeing Nathan and Samantha together, one would think her husband was undeniably punching above his weight.

And who could blame them?  This odd little man with this outrageously sexy wife was just another thing that didn’t make sense.  Having been married three years now, Samantha tolerated his little quirks and certainly wore the pants in the family.  She would often tell him what to do, how to dress, and how to act.  Nathan didn’t mind.  He was just grateful to have a wife as lovely as her.  Samantha was assertive.  There was no doubt.  It sometimes made their friends and family laugh and call poor Nathan ‘pussy whipped.’ Still, he would just laugh along, knowing he was going home with her, not them.  He knew they were jealous.

Who wouldn’t want to be around a woman known to give men instant boners?

Samantha might have been bossy, but her biggest rule was simple.  She had made it clear the night Nathan proposed.

“I will marry you, Nathan, on one condition,” she had said.

“Anything,” Nathan had responded eagerly.  “I’ll do anything you want.”

She had smiled sweetly at him.  “It’s nothing like that, sweetie,” she said.  “My one condition is that there never be any lies between us.  No matter how hard the truth may be, we will always be honest with each other.”

“I can do that.”

“Are you sure?  It sounds easy, but it’s the hardest thing in the world, “ she warned.

“OK, I understand.  I promise there will always be truth in our relationship, no matter how hard or awkward that might be.”

She had kissed his forehead then and said, “Then, yes.  Yes, I will marry you.”

The only problem here was that Nathan had committed his first lie by agreeing to such terms, for he had a secret he had never told anyone.  You see, Nathan liked to get dressed in women’s clothes.  It was something he had started doing long before he met Samantha.  It grew from his mother dressing him in girly clothes to him sneaking into his mother’s room to try on her clothes.  And not just the stuff women wear on the outside.  No, Nathan wore his Mom’s underthings and the outer stuff over that.  He loved how it made him feel.  Once he got hooked on that, he began putting on makeup and wearing his mother’s wigs.  Then he was into her jewelry.  Then, her shoes and other accessories.

His family always suspected he was doing this, but could never catch him in the act.  So, his little secret fetish of cross-dressing went unchecked and unchallenged for many years.  And it was not like he considered himself Gay or wanted to attract men; he just loved how he felt and looked in women’s clothing.

Another odd thing about this strange little man was that he looked like a woman once he was completely dressed in female attire and all the other stuff, not like one of those guys who still look masculine even dressed like that.  Nathan looked like a hot girl.  It was his manboobs and bubble butt that added to the look.  Not to mention the feminine bone structure of his face.

Still, here we are three years into the marriage of Nathan and Samantha, and it has come to pass that our weird little hero of this tale has still not lived up to his vow of complete honesty.  To this day, poor Samantha didn’t have a clue that her husband was a secret sissy.  What she would do if she ever did find out is unclear.  But there was one thing guaranteed: the longer this situation kept going, the likelihood of her discovering the truth got closer every day.  Tick-Tock!