Get the Job or Don't Come Back!!

Husband: (on the call) Yes~ Yes~ I'm still here with your friends now. I'm not running away~ We are waiting for the next round of interviews.

Wife: Ok, good! You better don't disappoint us!! We put a lot of effort to make you look good and more than passable! It has been 6 months since you lost your job, and until now, you're still unable to find a new one.

Husband: I know honey, I know. It is not like I was purposely staying at home and doing nothing. You should know better than anyone.

Wife: Even I know, it doesn't change the fact that all of our living expenses is depending on income now. As the "man of the house", you should bare our living costs as well, don't you think so? Since there is a good chance right now, you should not waste this opportunity and get that job!!

Husband: I know honey, but this is still ridiculous. I'm a man, I'm your husband. But you know what I'm wearing right now, right? I'm wearing exactly the same outfit that your girlfriends are wearing right now! I'm wearing a woman's blouse, skirt, pantyhose, and heels! Not to mention I'm wearing panty and a bra as well, to tuck my dick firmly and hold this... D cup breast form that you made me wear. Is this really necessary? I feel like a pervert right now for wearing all of these outfits!
Wife: *giggles* Yes, sweety. It is necessary! If you only wear partially, people will think you as a pervert or a man in drag. You don't want other people to see you as that, don't you? Besides, look at you now! You're looking great!! More than passable!! Hot and sexy! And Feminine!! Even my friends were surprised by your transformation!!

Husband: But I'm still a guy, honey.

Wife: Not anymore!! You look MUCH BETTER as a woman! So be it!! Your look is so feminine, more than the two of my friends. *giggles*

Husband: I don't know, honey. It doesn't feel right.

Wife: Don't worry, sweety. You will get used to it. You are natural and have a good figure. I have my faith in you. I believe the interviewers don't know that you are a guy yet. With your knowledge and working experience, we are in a good position, so don't waste it!!

Husband: How do you know?

Wife: I'm a woman, sweety. of course, I know and have more experience than you. I can teach you more about a woman's life if you are hired. I believe you will need it soon!! Perhaps we can go shopping and buy more outfits... You know~ blouses, skirts, dresses, and lingerie! For your daily wear! Of course only if you are getting hired.

Husband: Wait. What did you just say? Daily wear?

Wife: Of course sweety. Do you think if you are getting hired, you can wear back your boring men's wear and go to the office? Of course not, sweety. And if you don't want to let your colleagues and supervisors know your true identity, and get fired, you need to live as a woman on a 24/7 basis.

Husband: What!? I... I think I cannot do this honey... It's... too... overwhelmed...

Wife: Don't worry, sweety. I will teach you "everything" that you need!! You will get used to it in time!

Husband: But...

Wife: Shhh..,,,!! I can hear that your interview is starting soon. Good luck my dear husband. Talk to you later. Ms. Luficer!!

Husband: Hello!?

Friend A: Ready for the next round, Gab? It's "Oral Test".

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