I got my husband a job as a salesman .

My husband (Juliano) and I joined very young, both from poor families, seeking to win in life. We both worked while finishing high school, I in a clothing store and he in a bank, as an intern. We earned little but we could pay the bills. It turns out that the internship came to an end and Juliano was out of work. He got some vacancies, as a cashier in a supermarket and a pharmacy attendant, but these jobs, in addition to paying little, practically made his studies impossible (at the time, he was in the third year and studying for the entrance exam).
It was then that the store where I worked decided to hire another saleswoman, and I had the idea to talk to the manager to consider the possibility of hiring a saleswoman instead of another woman. Until then, the store (whose van was intimate fashion) had only female saleswomen because more than 90% of the clientele was female and there was a fear that the presence of male employees would make the customers uncomfortable. I argued a lot and gave my husband such good references, that she decided to do the experiment, even because we had a small men's clothing section and occasionally a man would come to buy.
Juliano turned out to be a great salesman and, contrary to what we feared, his presence did not break the atmosphere of the "feminine environment" of the store, even, in a short time, the other girls even "forgot" that there was a man among us. As the manager was not taking much faith in that experience, even a different uniform she had made. He wore the same white shirt and knit trousers, which was tight, leaving him with a woman's butt on it. Even so, he did not bother. I confess that I was quite surprised how much <unk>Juli<unk> or <unk>Ju<unk> (as his colleagues called him) had integrated into the team, participating even in the jokes and gossip typical of a group of women. And they were not even ashamed, talking about feminine intimacies in front of him, commenting on the details of their faces, and even with their trans.
Sometimes I was a little upset... I wasn't really jealous... I can't explain... I just wanted him to have more posture! After all, he wasn't just a man, he was my husband! It bothered me to see my colleagues treat him almost like a "girlfriend"!
On the other hand, after he went to the store, our life was better, because we worked the same hours, we had more time to study, and with the commissions, we had a higher income. Even our sex life, which had never been a big deal, was improving... the bastard dads who rolled around the store ended up cheering us up in bed at night...
One afternoon, a customer came into the store who, as he walked through the door, had already left us all speechless. The guy was very handsome! To compare with someone now, he was a kind of Henry Cavill tupiniquim. He was that thrill among the girls, but who went to meet, of course, was Juliano. He was very attentive to the customers and spent a lot of time with this one, showing clothes and, to the excitement of his colleagues, taking him to try on the fitting room. The customer seemed quite satisfied, made a big purchase and still affectionately said goodbye to my husband.
The girls all immediately surrounded him, wanting to know more about the cat, filling <unk>Juli<unk> with indiscreet questions about the boy's body, especially about the volume under the panties. To my utter amazement, Juliano cheerfully responded to the enthusiasm of his colleagues, clarifying in detail their most pungent curiosities. He spoke of the muscular and hairy chest of the client, of his biceps, of his smell and, with a wealth of detail, of the advantageous member that the panties barely hid. I was amazed! He really looked more like <unk>uma in the class of young women... And they, of course, loved <unk>Juli<unk> more and more, including the manager, who praised him all day for his performance and sales and for his work in the team.
That day, my dilemmas were turning and turning in my head. I didn't know what to think anymore. I didn't want to create a crisis with it, after all, strictly speaking, there was no reason. My doubts could be unjustified... I began to reflect that one of the most striking characteristics of Juliano was the ease with which he adapted to his environment, a weapon that he always used to be a lovable and sociable person. I had to admit that in this business, it was something essential... in a short time in the store, my husband was already the best salesman and his commission was giving us the most financial comfort. However, I couldn't help feeling a little angry when I remembered that scene... he was all excited in the middle of the girls, as if he was talking about one of them, the other guy's p!
I remember that night, I couldn't sleep. It was hot and I was restless, electric... I realized that I was excited, at the same time, too irritated to want to have sex with Juliano. He, seeing me restless, began to caress and kiss me. And even though it increased my desire, I repelled him. He then kept insisting, saying that he was too much, etc. and so on... In anger, I asked if he had been excited by remembering the p... of the customer, since he had been so interested in him in the store.
He got into an argument, saying that it was nonsense, that he had only said what the girls wanted to hear... but I had a lot of stuff piled up bothering me and that was kind of a flare-up, so I couldn't help myself and I got even a little cruel, talking about how long they had been together in the fitting room and how Julian had recorded the details of that male's body, including his man smell and his big penis. I felt a satisfaction in coming out, talking about things that humiliated him, that diminished his masculinity... but I don't know how that heated argument turned into a hug, kisses and a phenomenal transaction, like we had never had before between us.
Even during the relationship I kept saying things, teasing, asking if he wanted the client to be there with his big dick and his macho smell... as soon as I finished talking, we exploded together in a wave of pleasure so intense that we were exhausted.
We didn't talk about it anymore and I felt a little bit ashamed when I remembered... at the same time, I was immediately excited. Although I was still very confused about it, I decided not to get involved with my husband's behavior in the store and I think that encouraged him to get even more into the character. The amazing thing is that with his work, the male clientele of the store even increased, but he also did well serving women. Even those turkeys that none of us liked to sit on the page loved his service and even exchanged in front of him.
Some of the girls would sometimes do something wrong and refer to it as "Juli" in the feminine, and they would be embarrassed when they did it in front of me, but I knew that behind my back, that's how they would treat it.
Once, he attended to a boy, helped him choose underwear and pants... spent about 30 minutes assisting him. When he finally came to the cashier, we realized that the client had a badly disguised erection and, as soon as he left, all the girls began to joke with my husband about what he had done to leave the client in that state. This time, instead of being bothered, I decided to participate in the joke which, strange as it may seem, made me excited. At the end of the case, I whispered in his ear: "Crazy joke to take my Juli home... " His eyes lit up and I saw a shy little smile on his face.
As soon as we got home, we started to take off our clothes, getting up on the couch. Juliano tried to come over to me, but I stopped him by lying on him. "It's nothing, you're Juli, remember?" He smiled again and surrendered passively.
I never had any homoerotic desires in my life. I never imagined myself with a woman and, to tell the truth, Juliano had been my only man. But I discovered an incredible lust in fantasizing that, that night, my husband was a girl. It was obvious that he also enjoyed this fantasy.
We worked at the store for a long time, and everyone believed that Juli was gay, and some customers even mistook him for a girl, because his appearance was becoming more and more androgynous, and even though, at the time, there wasn't much information available, because the Internet was all about flirting, we were discovering more about our fetish and allowing us to do more daring experiments, like a more radical feminization, with the right to haircuts, women's clothing and makeup, and we also experimented with reversing roles in bed, which became our addiction.
Juli graduated in Physical Therapy and I in Physical Education. We moved to Rio de Janeiro and we live very happily to this day. Sometimes we travel to distant places just to give vent to some of our fantasies... we had many pleasant experiences. Still, we do not have the courage to expose our privacy to family and friends today, because we know that although there is a lot of information, it seems that prejudice only grows.