Lost

After yet another dismissal, I gave up on everything and sat at home. All my wife's attempts to get me a job ended in failure, and I spent whole days sitting in front of the TV, listening to my wife's lectures in the evening.

"So how long can you sit like this? Look at yourself, a healthy man, and zero use. If you keep behaving like this, I'll have to take charge of you!"

As usual, I let all these attacks go in one ear and out the other and didn't react at all.

This went on for six months. For the New Year's celebration, Natasha's friends from work were supposed to come over. She worked as the head of a department at a military hospital. I didn't know who was coming, or rather, I didn't know

any of her colleagues.

In the morning, after giving me money and a whole list of necessary groceries, my wife sent me off to the store.

"At least some use from you. Make it quick. You'll be helping me."

Apparently, the festive mood affected me somehow. After going to the store, I wordlessly put on an apron and went to the kitchen to prepare salads!

Getting carried away with the work, I didn't pay attention to my wife, who was watching me with interest.

"Natasha, what else needs to be done?" I asked.

"Well done, you can do it when you want to. You need to tidy up the room."

Probably because, apart from lectures, I hadn't heard anything else from her lately, this little praise affected me, and I enthusiastically started cleaning the house.

Humming songs to myself, I scrubbed and washed the floors.

"What a good girl, you'd make a decent housewife. By the way, you should change too, guests will be here soon," said my wife and went to get dressed for the holiday.

Entering our room, I began sorting through my clothes with a dejected look, trying to find something to wear. My wardrobe wasn't extensive, so there wasn't much to choose from.

In the time I was dawdling by the closet, Natasha had already tried on a dozen dresses.

"Well, why are you standing there?"

"I don't know what to wear!"

"Yeah, all your clothes are old rags, and what's the point of buying you anything anyway, you just sit at home, can't drag you out anywhere."

"It's not my fault there's no work."

"If you wanted to, you'd find it," Natasha retorted and, approaching the closet, took out a pair of trousers and a blouse. "Try these on."

"But these are women's clothes."

"It's fine, many people wear trousers like these now, and the blouse... well, it's a holiday today, it's quite suitable!"

Seeing Natasha in a gorgeous dress, I imagined how I would look in front of the guests in torn jeans and an old, faded shirt. I gave in.

After trying on the trousers and putting on the blouse, I approached the mirror. It all looked a bit strange on me, but thinking that many performers dress like that now, I agreed with my wife.

"Look, don't get it dirty. I bought it recently and only wore it once!"

"Then why are you offering it to me to wear?" I said with resentment.

"Well, if you have nothing to wear, just rags, I'll throw it all out and you'll walk around naked. You've gotten completely lazy."

The euphoria from the approaching holiday faded. I stood with my head hung like a naughty schoolboy, and my wife looked at me reproachfully.

Then a spark appeared in Natasha's eyes, and unexpectedly she suggested: "You know what I thought? Let's dress you up as the Snow Maiden."

Stunned by this statement, I asked in confusion, "Why exactly the Snow Maiden?"

"Because our neighbor has a costume. Don't be afraid," said Natasha and dashed out the door.

I was left alone in the room, bewilderedly examining myself in the mirror.

Natasha's bra was lying on the dresser. Involuntarily taking it in my hands, I held it up to my chest and turned in front of the mirror. Somewhere deep inside, I felt a strange sensation from something forbidden. I didn't even notice when my wife came in.

"Here I am!" Natasha flew in and, seeing what I was doing, said, "Take off the blouse, we need to try it on."

"Natasha, what are you doing? I can't."

"Don't talk nonsense, get undressed."

And jumping up to me, she started helping me take off the blouse.

"So, my Snow Maiden, we need to turn you into a beauty."

Taking the bra from my hands, she deftly threaded my arms through the straps and fastened it behind my back.

"Natasha..." I tried to get a word in.

"Do as I say. Can you do something nice for me just once? I'm not asking for much. Let's just arrange a surprise for the guests."

"Take off your trousers!"

"Why?" I tried to object again, but Natasha wasn't listening to me anymore.

Pulling the trousers off me, Natasha handed me her lace stockings. I was in a stupor and involuntarily started putting them on.

"Well, dear, that won't do. Let me help you!"

The sensation was unexpected. My erect member was protruding from under the stockings. Natasha looked at me curiously.

"Did you like it?"

"It feels nice!"

"Alright, calm down. Guests should be arriving soon, and you're not ready yet."

But here, too, my wife didn't falter. She went and brought a wig she sometimes wore, filled two condoms with water, and inserting them into the empty cups of the bra, created an imitation of breasts for me. The weight of the breasts embarrassed me, but it was precisely this that completed the overall picture. I didn't recognize myself.

"Well, that's it. Look at yourself, you actually look quite good."

I was truly shocked. Thanks to Natasha's efforts, an unfamiliar woman in a Snow Maiden dress, very similar to me, was reflected in the mirror.

The doorbell rang. Probably the guests had arrived!

"Alright, I'm going to greet them!"

And after giving me a peck on the cheek, she ran to open the door.

I was left alone in the room. Cheerful voices sounded in the hallway, and then three men and one woman entered the room.

Natasha skipped over to me and unexpectedly introduced: "And this is my friend Yulia. She's our main New Year's gift today."

Everyone clapped their hands.

"Play along with me," my wife whispered in my ear!

And she began introducing the guests to me: "Meet Sveta and Sasha, they're husband and wife. Vladimir Sergeyevich is our boss. And Igor is our driver; he doesn't drink!"

In as feminine a voice as possible, I greeted the guests and looked at Natasha in embarrassment. My mind was in complete turmoil. I didn't expect her to introduce me like that and was waiting for everyone to figure out who I was and start laughing!

"Alright, girls to the kitchen, men make yourselves comfortable and get ready to open the champagne. Not much time left until the New Year!"

And taking me and Sveta by the arms, she led us out of the living room. Entering the kitchen, she started directing us: "So, Sveta, you take these salads and bring them to the living room, and we'll join you shortly."

"Well, why are you hesitating? See, no one suspects. You're doing well, relax. We'll surprise everyone later, it'll be fun," Natasha said as soon as Sveta left the kitchen. "Now take these plates and put them in front of the men. And I want to remind you, you're only drinking champagne. Go on!"

I was seated next to Vladimir Sergeyevich.

And after chirping that he should look after me, Natasha sat down next to Igor!

"You look so flustered," Vladimir Sergeyevich asked me. "How do you know Natasha?"

Remembering my wife's request, I decided to play along and replied that I was a close friend.

"That's good," he replied, for some reason, and poured champagne into my glass.

The evening went splendidly. Vladimir Sergeyevich didn't leave my side and kept attending to me. I had never received such attention from anyone before, and, strangely enough, I found it very pleasant. We danced and drank champagne.

By morning, everyone was tired and the guests started to leave. I had gotten so into my role that it didn't even occur to me that it was time to say who I really was.

"Well, that's it, Natasha, we're off. Have a nice weekend. Yulenka, I hope we'll meet again," said Vladimir Sergeyevich, unexpectedly leaned towards me, kissed me on the lips, then turned and left!

I stood there stunned, rooted to the spot.

Natasha closed the door and turned to me: "Well, you're something else, my friend. Half the women at the hospital are running after him, and he fell for you. What's going to happen now, I can't even imagine!"