An Unconventional Marriage

By Clover Cox

One couple shares their story from a lifetime of crossdressing and feminization.

 

John Proper and Linda McCoin first meet during a weekend in Chicago. Their instant connection keeps them together. They are soul mates. Their truth is impossible to avoid.

 

John and Linda have a life full of adventure, love, and doing exactly what they want. John loves how Linda pushes his femininity to its limits, and Linda loves how John accepts himself and treats her like royalty.

 

Read as John and Linda share their love story from when they meet until they send their kids off to college. Not everything is perfect along the way, but John and Linda know how to enjoy life to the fullest.

 

An Unconventional Marriage is a full-length feminization and crossdressing romance novel featuring a happily married couple and their many adventures together.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clover Cox
• Release date: May 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9798223295259

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1

Linda

The day random people started caring what I thought was a strange one. I was sitting in my old apartment, a depressing and expensive studio on the outskirts of Chicago, when several emails arrived at the same time. They were from women telling me how much my blog had helped them. I can still feel the smile that spread across my face if I think about it. Many more emails and comments have come since then, but those three will always be the ones that changed my life.

My blog was about fashion, makeup, and living a fabulous life for cheap. I grew up poor, but I never wanted to live like a poor person, so the blog had started from those ambitions. I could afford to splurge after a few years of blogging, but the focus of my blog never changed. I found deals and shared them with my followers, but I needed a weekend for fun away from the computer.

Sitting at the hotel vanity, I powdered my skin. I loved the finish it gave. It kept me dry and feeling fresh all day, and there was a long day ahead. I was in Chicago for an architecture tour. When I lived in Chicago, I’d been busy hopping from one part-time job to the next to pay my overpriced rent. I never had time to explore the city.

When I did go out, it was always dark, and the city wasn’t the same at night. It also took forever to get where I had to go because I lived so far from all the action. Once the blog had taken off, I moved to a smaller town in central Illinois where the cost of living was much lower.

I paid off my house in cash after an incredible year, and vacationing to the bigger cities was no longer a problem. I loved my life. It was perfect… mostly.

Never would I take pity on myself, but I had no man in my life. Not that I couldn’t get a man. The problem stemmed from another root. Men couldn’t handle me. They acted so afraid when I showed them my true colors. If only I could find a man who appreciated what I brought to the table.

When I got to know a man, I always dressed him in lingerie after a few dates. Most guys would try it. Most would even come back for seconds, where I would push them more: teddies, slips, bras, and whatever other goodies I thought fit the situation. Almost none of the men I dated came back after a second rendezvous. The fear of losing their masculinity drove them away, but to me, them running was the most cowardice thing of all.

It took a real man to submit to a woman. It took a real man to admit all he wanted was for a dominant woman to take charge and tell him what to do. They would tell me how I was the best sex of their life, but disappear from the face of the Earth when I pushed them too far.

I didn’t need to focus too much because I could do my makeup with my eyes closed. I had done that for some online video challenges. Hands tied behind my back. Anything for the views. But I didn’t want to overdo my makeup for the architecture tour. I wore my favorite foundation, clear lip gloss with tiny specks of gold, and a light mascara. A company had sent a mascara specially formulated for my hair color, and I promoted them like crazy.

They promised to send new mascaras whenever I wanted. Their product was one of the few I wanted to use over and over and over again.

I put on a vintage linen dress with a deep v-neck and long sleeves. It had three buttons down the front, and the bottom was slightly pleated. The dress was beige with green trim, and I had a comfortable pair of sandals to match. They tied around the ankle and laced halfway up my calf.

My hotel wasn’t far from where we were meeting to start the tour. I checked the time and had just enough to grab oatmeal or cereal from the breakfast they had set up downstairs. The room was expensive for its location, but I had money to spend.

There were a couple families waiting on the sidewalk for the bus when I arrived. People glanced at me but returned to their conversations. I wondered where the host was. I wondered if there was anyone single on the trip. As much as I wanted to see Chicago’s architecture, my main goal was finding a man to spend the day with me.

We went from here to there, and I noticed a target by the second house. There was a man who seemed to be alone. He had black hair, dark brown eyes, and pale skin. He looked a lot like a man I used to have a huge crush on. He was ahead of me at the first house and close to one group the entire time, but he didn’t stand by that group at the second house.

When our eyes met, he looked uncomfortable. Shy. Delicious like desserts in a display case. I wanted to take him back to my hotel room and have him to myself. How far would he want to go? Even if our lovemaking only lasted one night, that was better than nothing.

***

John

Money didn’t grow on trees, but I had to enjoy life. After months of saving, I could finally afford a weekend trip to Chicago. I had savings, but I couldn’t blow all my money on vacations. Not anymore. It took me years to learn how valuable an emergency fund was, and I wouldn’t ever take it for granted again.

I lost both of my parents at a young age and had to learn by trial and error. I never had someone to call to reassure me when I made mistakes. My father died when I was thirteen from a work accident. He was working in construction. My mother at twenty-three from a terminal illness. I took care of her until the day she died.

They didn’t leave me much except the memories of their love. I held nothing against them, but there were some rough years from twenty-three until twenty-eight. Now, at thirty, I was just feeling like I’d somewhat landed on my feet.

This trip to Chicago meant so much to my independence, but I still had to stay at a hotel on the outskirts of the city. I would have driven in for the day, but the tour started early, and I deserved a night in a hotel. I swam in the pool last night and watched much more TV than I did at home. It was great.

I checked out of the hotel after enjoying their free continental breakfast. My plan was to park at a metro station with a parking lot out in the suburbs, take the train downtown, and start the tour from there. Things went well until I got off at the wrong stop and had to take a taxi the rest of the way so I could make it to the tour on time. It also didn’t help I had to use the bathroom. After running inside to relieve myself, I was late boarding the bus.

I sat next to a family, and they started talking to me. They were fine until they started asking too many personal questions about my life. No, I didn’t have a girlfriend. Why did that matter to so many? Girls avoided me once they found out I was a kitchen manager, even though I worked at one of the most popular restaurants in Dot Lake, Illinois. They didn’t care.

I lived in a one-bedroom house that needed updating. Any time I brought a girl home, they never came back to see me a second time. I kept the place clean, for the most part, especially when I knew someone was coming over to visit. Whatever I did, it wasn’t right. I couldn’t keep a girl interested in me to save my life. None of them ever told me how to better myself.

After the first stop, I noticed a woman looking at me. She had honey blonde hair, intense hazel eyes, and a round face. I tried to avoid her gaze but couldn’t help but get sucked into it. She mesmerized me. I wanted to control myself, but I’d never had such a beautiful woman stare at me so intently.

Near the end of the tour, we stopped at Lake Michigan. The pretty lady with honey blonde hair approached me. She was wearing a beige dress with green accents. It flowed in the wind. She looked like a sea goddess as she approached me. I shoved my hands into my pockets, averted my gaze, and hoped she wouldn’t talk to me, but I wasn’t lucky. I never was.

Hey, she said. What’d you think of the tour?

It was cool, I said, trying not to sound interested. Maybe it was my shyness that turned women off. I wasn’t an ‘alpha’ guy. I was more of a nerdy type without the degree to back it up. The regional manager above me said I was the best store manager the company had, but my job wasn’t sexy like an engineer or a surgeon or something people thought they should become.

The woman stepped in front of me. Look at me when I speak to you, she said in a commanding voice. I lifted my eyes to meet hers. They were much prettier up close. I could see specks of brown, green, and gold. It looked like her lips might have had glitter on them because they shimmered in the sun. That’s better.

Uh, I said, pulling a hand from my pocket to scratch my head. When could we get back on the bus? I needed to get to my car and head home before it got too late. I didn’t work tomorrow but did the day after tomorrow.

My name is Linda, she said and laughed. Ask me something. Tell me about yourself. Don’t be so shy!

I shrugged, unsure what to say about myself. I’m here visiting for the day, I said.

Oh, where do you live?

Dot Lake, Illinois. You probably don’t know it.

Shut up! Linda said and made a squealing noise. I live in the same town! How small is the world?

I glanced at her, and something had changed in her expression. She had a confidence about her that drew me in, but also scared me. Did she want me? I wanted a woman in my life, but I was afraid of finding a woman who would control me. I feared it because I knew how badly I wanted it; how easily I could fall into a trap.

You live in Dot Lake? I asked, surprised and unable to believe her. Dot Lake wasn’t small, but it wasn’t huge either. What were the chances we’d meet here in Chicago on an architecture tour?

Linda pushed my shoulder. Gosh, you’re so cute. Why would I lie to you about that? I moved to Dot Lake for the cheap prices and proximity to Chicago. I can come here when I want without having to endure the prices on a daily basis. It’s easy to do when you work online. What’s your name? What do you do in Dot Lake?

My eyes widened as I processed all the information Linda threw my way. She ran her fingers through her honey blonde hair as she stared at me, waiting for me to say something. The tour guide called us back before I could speak, but Linda didn’t let me escape her. I told her my name was ‘John’ on the way to the bus.

We sat next to each other on the ride to the drop-off location. The tour ended where it began. I hadn’t spoken on the bus because I was afraid somebody would hear. Linda didn’t seem to mind. She rubbed my thigh and made my dick super hard. I jumped when she brushed against it, but she squeezed my thigh and whispered in my ear to stay still.

I had never been naughty in a public setting. It made my heart race.

Linda took my hand when we stepped off the bus and pulled me down the street. Buildings loomed over us. There weren’t buildings even half as tall in Dot Lake. Clouds drifted through the sky. Some were dark and promising rain. Weather could change in a second, especially in the spring.

What are you doing today? Linda asked. I didn’t know where we were going, but she seemed confident of each step she took.

I had to get back to my car before it got too late. Driving home. My car is parked at a station.

You aren’t staying down here? she asked.

I shook my head. No. I stayed in a hotel last night, but they are too expensive to keep staying in them when I live so close.

Oh, well, don’t you have a minute? Let me buy you a drink! Some food? You must be hungry! she said and gestured to a restaurant in front of us. It said it was on the third floor of the tall building. It has great reviews. Come on, how could you say no?

I looked up at the building. Then I looked at Linda. She had a seductive smile. I knew if I walked away, I would regret it forever, but part of me was saying I’d regret moving forward with this encounter. Just lunch, and then I have to take the train to my car.

Just lunch, Linda said and pulled me toward the door.

2

Linda

John was so shy, and I found it endlessly adorable. How could I let this man get away? The restaurant we entered was a fancy American bistro. I promised to pay the bill when John’s eyes widened after seeing the prices.

You can’t do that, he protested.

I can, and I will. You can’t stop me, I said. I’m fortunate to have plenty of money after a stroke of luck. You never told me what you do in Dot Lake.

John cast his eyes to the side. I’d seen the look many times. A man ashamed of his position. That was how most men looked after the second time we had sex. Even the ones who lasted longer got that look eventually. Only a certain type of man could surrender to his submissive desires.

Had I found the one? Would John be the man I had been hunting since I discovered my dominant side? I stared at his black hair, desperate to push my hands through it as he kneeled below me and ate my pussy.

John, what’s wrong? I want to know.

I’m a kitchen manager at Mario’s Italian Grill.

Oh, I love that place! You all have the best entrees in town, I said, trying to bring up John’s confidence. Even though I was dominant, it was important to make a submissive man feel special. They had to feel important and cherished for their true colors to flourish. I described the last meal I had there, emphasizing how impressed I was they’d sourced the beef from a local farmer.

How did you know? John asked. He was beaming. I had him right where I wanted.

I asked my server because I was so impressed by how it tasted. It was like I could taste Illinois in the meat.

John lifted the side of his mouth. Yeah, right. You’re just playing with me.

Don’t believe me if you don’t want to, but order whatever you want. My treat. Really, I said. I planned on ordering the salmon dish, which was one of the more expensive options, and I didn’t want John to feel awkward.

He ordered the chicken dish, which wasn’t expensive, but it wasn’t the cheapest choice either. He took direction well. He was tempting. I had to control myself or I would scare him away before I could seduce him. How long have you been at Mario’s?

Five years, he said. You didn’t tell me what you do.

I’m a blogger. I mostly write about fashion and makeup, but I think it’s important to test different topics. It’s basically a catalog of product reviews.

Oh, he said. I don’t know anything about that. Is it hard?

Sometimes, but I love it.

The server brought our food. Their speed impressed me but made John skeptical. Nothing could take as long in downtown Chicago as it took in Dot Lake. People didn’t complain about Mario’s, but their service was slow, not that I’d tell John. We both thought the flavors were outstanding. He tried mine, and I tried his.

Still too expensive, he said and shook his head when we finished.

I waved my hand at him and shook my head. Hey, don’t get all negative. I told you I would pay! I’m happy I didn’t have to eat alone.

He softened after I said that. I had to stroke his ego. Men needed pampering and encouragement. They needed a cheerleader. Cheerleading wasn’t a tradition for no reason. I guess that’s true, he said. It was nice eating with you.

Can’t you stay in the city with me? I don’t want our date to end! There’s a sofa bed in my room you can sleep on if you want, I said. I didn’t want to suggest he would have to sleep in the bed with me, even though I would push for it if he stayed the night.

John shrugged. I don’t know. Parking is impossible down here, and I wouldn’t mind sleeping in my bed tonight.

Oh, but don’t you want to keep me company? We could have so much fun!

But by the time I take the train to the station where I parked, I’ll want to hit the road and head home. Thank you for the offer, he said. He spoke in a gentle voice, as though he was afraid to hurt me. I loved how relaxed he seemed now that we’d broken bread. We could become great friends. I could feel it.

Yeah, you’re right, I said and frowned. I wanted to let him feel like he’d won before making my next move.

I’m sorry, he said and copied my frowning face. I wish I could stay.

Yeah. My voice dragged, and I let a pause linger between us until after I’d signed the bill. Then, I said what I’d planned to say minutes ago. What if I drove you to your car, and we could meet back here? My hotel has a hot tub. There’s a pool. Don’t you want to swim?

John smiled. He had swum last night and wouldn’t mind hopping in a pool again. How much is parking at the hotel?

Don’t worry about that. I’ll have them charge it to my room, I said. He couldn’t tell me ‘no’. I wouldn’t let him when I saw so much potential for us, and this night together in Chicago could cement our future. Oh, John, please. We’ll have a blast. I promise.

You’re making it hard to say ‘no’.

Then don’t say it. Let’s go. My hotel is around the corner.

Okay. Fine, he said. His cheeks turned bright red, and I felt like I’d won. We walked to my car, drove to his, and he followed me back to the hotel. My pussy was throbbing and hungry for John’s touch. I hoped he was ready to give it to me.

3

John

I didn’t have a problem with Linda paying for dinner or my parking spot at her hotel, but I wished life had given me more of a chance to succeed. When most people were taking college courses, I was caring for my sick mother. I watched her transform from