The Day of Remembrance

"Are you sure the wig goes on this way?" Bill asked me and I glanced at the package to confirm the answer.

"Other way around." I suggested. "The long part of the hair goes in back."

"Dumb idea." Bill grumbled as he shifted the blond wig on his shaven head. "How about this?"

"Okay." I said, with a mental shrug. Hell, I didn't know what the deal was with the wig myself, but it came with the kit.

"What's this for?" Bill held up a small cylinder.

"I don't know." I said.

"Well, what does the manual say?"

I dug it out of the box, opened it and looked. "It's called lipstick.'" I said. "Apparently, you take the cap off, screw out the contents by turning the bottom, and then rub the contents over your lips until they're coated solid with the stuff."

"You're kidding?" Bill regarded the small gold cylinder. "Why would I want to do that?"

Beats me! I thought. "It's in the kit." is what I said.

"I liked our old kit better." Bill groused. "Nothing but a bra and a pair of fishnet pantyhose with no crotch."

"Hey, you said we ought to upgrade, have something to pass on to our children." I said. "They can inherit the deluxe female kit when we get too old to participate any longer, is what you said."

"How long we gotta keep this up?" Bill dodged the point by changing the subject.

"Until you turn fifty." I said. Bill was a year older than me, so he was the one the law turned on.

"Another twelve years." Bill groused. "Are the kids even going to want this when we pass it on to them?"

"It'll only get used one day a year." I said. "It ought to be in good enough shape to pass on when the time comes."

"Uuuhhh!" Bill said. "Well, one year down, and five more to go." We'd agreed to trade off when we got married; this was his year to play the woman, so my sympathy was a bit strained. And the deluxe kit had been his idea, I'd been fine with the bra and pantyhose!

After a lot more of the same, finally Bill stood before me in all his feminine glory. "Here I am." he said. "What do you think?"

I smiled, a forced smile, and said, "You always look good to me, stud."

"Hey, you treat me like a lady." Bill said.

"How do I do that?" I frowned.

"Beats me." Bill said. "I saw the phrase in a book."

"I'll settle for treating you like my husband." I said.

"That ought to work." Bill smiled, agreed.

Which left me with the problem of how to handle the accouterments he had been putting on for a solid half hour. We'd deliberately held off having sex for a few days so our ardor could be as unforced as possible this Day of Remembrance.

"Get over here, you beautiful female." I said to him.

"Oh, you!" Bill said, another line he'd gotten out of a book. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

"All the girls I've ever met." I agreed.

Bill just chuckled, his day of femininity was the only time every two years I came close to making love to a woman.

"Now get over here and let me show you what a woman is for." I said. "And I should warn you, it isn't going to be pretty."

Well, it wasn't, but not in a good way. I got Bill down on the bed beneath me and I kissed him. Bleah! That lipstick crap tasted nasty! I'd figured it was waxy, but it wasn't, it was greasy and had a texture that was nothing like wax! I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and got most of it off. I tried his cheek and got a lipload of some powdery stuff Bill had put on there, too. Ye Gods, when a man loved a woman in the old days, was there any part of her actual flesh he got to touch? If so, I didn't see how!

"Kiss me, you fool." Bill said. I did, by going for his neck and shoulder. No way was I tasting that crap on his lips again any time soon if I could help it. At that, I was hindered by that string of red beads he was wearing around his neck. What was that for, I wondered, a way to hang onto a woman while you fucked her? But it clasped Bill's throat too closely for that, I could barely move it as it was. I decided to ignore it.

Bill let me get away with that, and I hit the pink dress he was wearing, hesitated. Was I supposed to take this off? He didn't have a bra on under it. The dress had a sort of bulge at the chest to simulate breasts.

I decided not to risk it. Bill was supposed to look like a woman here, and hell, it was only once a year. Every two years, if you count the times I had to look at it, touch it, deal with it, instead of the being the one wearing it.

I settled for reaching under the dress, which only came down to Bill's mid-thigh, and found he didn't have on any briefs, either, so I decided to leave it on. I could get around it to reach for Bill's cock and I did.

"Hey, hey, you don't do that!" Bill reminded me as I fastened a firm hand on his raging boner. "I'm playing the woman, remember?"

"But we did it last year." I protested.

"But I did more reading up on women this year." Bill said. "Women didn't have cocks. They had a...uh, what was it called...a cliverus?"

"Cliverus?" I said. "What was that?"

"Like a dick, only very tiny." Bill pontificated.

"So can't I pretend your cock is a cliverus?"

"I don't think so." Bill said.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Just lay back and let me get you ready." Bill advised.

"All right, then." I said. "But this was your idea, remember."

Bill's mouth clutched at my cock, and I felt that sticky goo smear itself on my cock. It was not only sticky, it was like waterproof in some amount, because I ended up with that gunk on my shaft and Bill's saliva after that didn't seem to make a dent in it. Normally, Bill's spit would be plenty for me to shove it up his ass, but this wasn't feeling anything like enough.

Bill gave up after a time, and said, "I guess you'd better hand me the lube."

I dug the tube out of the nightstand and passed it over to him and said, "Next year, I am not wearing any lipstick. I don't care if it came with the kit or not."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Bill said. I reached out to fondle his head while he lubricated my cock, but all I got was a handful of that stupid wig on his head. Jeez, men and women having sex must have been bored with it after a while, all that paraphernalia in the way. How did the human race ever reproduce like that?

No matter, Bill's lubrication of my cock had the good fortune to semi-dissolve the lipstick that had gotten on my cock, it was a lot better than it had been with just his spit. Now I felt ready to stick my cock up my lover's ass!

"Are you ready now?" Bill said.

"More than ready." I agreed.

Bill's ass opened to me like it always did, and the feeling was an oasis of normality in this bizarre annual ritual. I felt the warm moistness of his interior wash over my glans and shaft and his bowels encase me like a sheath and I gave a groan of raw joy. Normal at last, at last!

"You're supposed to love me face-to-face." Bill gasped. "It's like that in the book I read. That's how men and women would do it."

"Fuck that." I said. "You got dressed up in the deluxe kit, you got lipstick on my face and on my cock, I can't even touch most of your body because that wig and that dress, we have done our annual duty. Let's finish this off and get through another Day of Remembrance, okay?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Bill agreed, and we went into my favorite position, us lying side by side, Bill's back against my chest (that pink crap he had on was silk, at least, and pleasant to have it brushing the hairs of my chest as he moved) and I began to fuck Bill slow and easily.

"Oh, God, baby, I love you." I said to Bill as I fucked him. And I did, even with the stupid skewed wig on his head, the red gunk on his lips, the red beads on his throat, the pink whatever covering his body, and the dumb pointed shoes on his feet. Underneath all that was the man I loved, and that was good enough for me. Close my eyes and forget this Day of Remembrance was going on for a moment....

"Daddies? Daddies? What are you doing?" came our son's curious voice.

Oh, Jeez, I had forgotten to lock the door. "It's a thing for the Day of Remembrance, Jeff." I said. "Go on to bed now."

My eldest son was thirteen and not to be stopped that quickly. "What does Daddy Bill have on, anyway?"

"It's a Day of Remembrance kit," I said. "When you get married, on the Day of Remembrance, one of you has to dress up like a woman used to."

"Oh." Jeff said. "Is that what they looked like?"

"Pretty much." I said. "If you don't mind, you're interrupting." I reminded him.

"Oh! Right! Sorry!" Jeff got out and the door dilated back to the closed position. Jeff was thoughtful enough to have thumbed the lock for us, the red glow on the control panel told me as much.

"Time we talked to our sons about the Day of Remembrance." I said to Bill. "The rest of it, I mean."

"I know." Bill sighed. "But let's finish this up, okay?"

"Right." I agreed. Closed my eyes and concentrated on fucking my lover. Bill groaned and pulled the dress up to waist level, and that exposed his buns for me. Then he pulled the top half down to let me fondle his all-too-real male breasts instead of those bulbous fakes of the dress. God, Bill feels so good to me when I make love to him, I like to touch him, all over, feel his body, run my hands over his muscles, trace the lines of his cheeks, his elbows, his knees, his ass. Bill rolled over and I got on my knees and I fucked him with his head buried into the pillow, that pink crap just a band around his waist now, and good riddance, the wig had fallen off onto the side, thank God it was mostly off him, I loved this man I had, not the imitation female the Day of Remembrance wanted him to be, I loved Bill, I love my man, I want my man, not a woman, a man, I want my MAN!

And so to a man I thrust my hips lustily and my cock built up to the old familiar tingle that it had for nearly fifteen years of married bliss. And God willing, I'd have another fifty more, and only put up with this female-crap another decade. I decided right then that for our first Day of Remembrance after Bill passed the fifty-year-old mark, was going to be a celebration of our love that we'd never forget. I didn't have details, but I knew it was going to be special!

A special celebration for my special man. For now, I had my climax, which fed off my plans for that long-away day we'd be free of women forever, and it percolated through my balls and chugged up my body to my brain where the tingle was like a fuse setting off a load of dynamite! Ka-Blam!

"Oh, Bill, baby, I'm coming, my God, I'm coming, oh, oh, GAH, UH-FUH-FUH-GUH-GUH-DDUHH-DNNNKKKGGGGHHH!" As I burst into his bowels, I leaned over and I kissed the back of his neck, wishing those beads weren't there, but kissing his flesh just the same and as I did, I felt Bill moan and heard the wet splats as he peppered the sheets beneath us with his own load.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!" Bill sobbed as he sprayed. "Fuck me, God, yeah, fuck me! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

But I was spent and could only hold on as Bill finished, and then he sagged onto the bed, carrying me with him, and I rolled off of him and panted, my chest rising and falling in the dimly lit room, my breath the loudest sound present.

"It was good, wasn't it?" Bill asked me.

"It was good." I agreed. Then I had to amend it. "For a Day of Remembrance, it was good."

"I think the deluxe kit ought to go back to the shop." Bill opined.

"I wouldn't miss it." I said.

"I thought me looking like a real woman would be fun." Bill went on. "But it was just a lot of crud to deal with."

"My feeling exactly." I said, and figured that was the end of it. Except for a heart-to-heart talk with our sons come the morning.

The next morning, of course, was the Day of Remembrance and even though we overslept a bit, the kids were still at the breakfast table when Bill and I walked in. No trace of that female costume was present, Bill and I were our normal selves.

I looked at my boys, mine and Bill's. Jeff the eldest at thirteen, Clifford the middle at eleven and little Morty was nine. One every two years, the right spacing I felt when we had had them, and still did. Get the first baby out of diapers before starting in on the next one.

"Happy Day of Remembrance, boys." I said.

"Happy Day of Remembrance, Daddies." the boys said.

"Boys, it's time we had a little talk about the Day of Remembrance." I said. "You know what it's about, don't you?"

"Sure." Morty piped up eagerly. "We remember the day that the last woman on Earth died, right?"

"Not exactly." Bill put in. We had agreed to trade off answering the questions. "That's the day marked, right, but the day is to remember all women."

"What about them?" Jeff was in the rebel stage, scornful of everything and everyone.

"They used to be part of the human race." I said. "Before the Plague killed them all off."

"A form of germ warfare that got completely out of hand and couldn't be cured in time. The human race nearly died off before we figured out how to have children without women. That was a very bad time for the world." Bill said.

"Why?" Morty wanted to know.

"Because women used to be the way new people got born." I put in. "Before we had the Birthing Chambers, in order for someone to get born, a man and a woman had to make love to each other."

"Is that what you two were doing last night?" Jeff asked. "And Daddy Bill was playing the woman?"

"That's right." Bill agreed.

"As much as we can." I amended. "Women were built different from men.

"Yeah, they had those big bulbs on their chest." That was Clifford, usually the quiet one. He chuckled. "Always looked to me like they ought to fall over from the weight all hanging out in front."

"That's why they had those huge asses." Jeff chimed in. "Counterbalances."

The boys were laughing, and I had to smile some, too.

"Now, boys," Bill was more solemn. "Women were a part of the human race for many, many years." he said. "We lost a lot when they all died off, you know."

"Like what?" Jeff said. "Like what you two were doing in bed last night? It looked stupid to me."

There was silence and Bill nudged me. Right, my turn. Well, all I could do was my best with a question like that. "Well, we can only imitate what happened in bed between a man and a woman." I said. "I'm sure for our ancestors it was just wonderful."

"It couldn't be better than what two men do in bed." Jeff said firmly. "And it isn't like we can bring them back. You ask me, we ought to just forget about women altogether."

More silence. "Your turn." I hissed at Bill.

"I know, but what can I say?" Bill shot back.

"We have to remember." I said. "After all, it's only once a year. You can remember once a year, can't you?"

"I guess so." And I counted that as a triumph. Until I went to the kitchen and Bill followed.

"That didn't go so well." he said.

"I know." I agreed with a wry grin. "Hard to argue with a kid when you think he's right."

"You don't want to celebrate the Day of Remembrance any more?" Bill asked me. "It was a really important day to our ancestors. And women made so many contributions to the world, more than just their bearing children, you know."

"I know." I agreed. "But that was nearly two centuries ago and you can't keep remembering things forever. It's been a man-only world for a long time and everyone's used to it that way, now. Like Jeff said, shouldn't we just forget about women and go on without them?"

"I don't know." Bill said. "Should we?"

Well?

THE END
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