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This is my first attempt at writing fantasy fiction (though Lord knows I've read plenty.) I have enjoyed sharing this story with you and would love to know what you think. Any suggestions for changes in content or style would be appreciated as well as recommendations for a sequel or ideas for a new story. Hope you enjoy it! Yours in satin & lace, Becky Marie Club Dance by Becky Marie Prologue Bob was sitting in his favorite chair in front of the tv again. His wife Karen walked into the room without being noticed as Bob was engrossed in that ridiculous country dance show, ClubDance again. She could not for the life of her understand his interest in this program. Tonight she happened to notice, however, that he was particularly mesmerized, in fact, he was stroking his erect penis through his shorts and got more and more excited every time the camera zoomed in and caught a view of a female dancers panties when her skirt twirled. "So that was it, he was turned on by the glimpses of pantied bottoms beneath the short, flippy skirts the dancers wear" she thought. Karen left the room without ever catching his attention smiling as the wheels turned in her head. "I might be able to put this to my advantage" she said to herself, "and get that lazy husband away from the TV and interested in some of my favorite activities, like dancing". Chapter 1: The Lessons When Bob got home on Friday evening from work, he grabbed a beer and sat down to channel surf. His wife Karen interrupted his revelry with an announcement, "Since you enjoy watching that dance show on tv so well, I have enrolled both of us in country line dancing lessons at Joanne's Dance Shop". Earlier that day, Karen had called her old friend, Joanne, from whom she had taken jazz and tap lessons last year to set-up her plan. Joanne agreed to cooperate fully and immediately began contacting other loyal customers to organize a line dance lesson. Bob's reaction was not positive. He told Karen that he had no interest in any dance lessons and refused to go. Given his performance during the tv show earlier that week, Karen knew she had an advantage over him. "If you are not interested in dancing", she asked, "then why do you religiously watch that dance show several times a week?" Bob could obviously not tell Karen that he only watched the stupid show for chances to look up girl's skirts and see their pretty panties! Finally, he relented and agreed to attend the lessons on a "trial basis." On Saturday afternoon, Bob and Karen dressed for their first dance lesson. Bob wore Wranglers, a western shirt and his ropers. Karen decided on a western blouse and a darling little pleated skirt that matched along with her cowboy boots. Bob's pulse immediately quickened when he saw Karen come downstairs. She twirled in front of him asking how she looked. Bob became immediately hard as he got an eyeful of the red lacy dance panties she was wearing. The bulge in his Wranglers did not go unnoticed to Karen as she thought to herself how much fun this was going to be. When they arrived at the studio, the other students had already arrived (actually they had gathered early to discuss Karen's plan for Bob.) There were two other couples and four single women. Joanne greeted them warmly and complemented both on their "outfits." As they joined the others in the large studio surrounded by mirrors, Bob noticed with elation that even the floor was made from a mirror-like material. The other students were dressed much like Bob and Karen with most of the women also wearing short skirts. It occurred to Bob that the other men in the class seemed somewhat effeminate, but they were very nice. Joanne lined everyone up for the first dance step and as she positioned Bob and Karen in their places, Bob discovered that he could see fully under Joanne's skirt because of the mirrored floor. She was wearing the most beautiful pair of pink panties that were covered with rows of pretty lace across the bottom. Bob could barely concentrate on the lessons as he caught continuous glimpses of the panties of each women wearing a skirt in the class. Karen was enjoying the fact that Bob had a continuous erection and half expected him to come in his pants. When they arrived home, Karen asked how the "trial" had gone and whether Bob wished to return for other lessons. He responded quickly that he could hardly wait until the next class! That night, they had the most exciting sex they had had in a very long time. Chapter 2: Matching Outfits Bob and Karen continued to attend the classes each Saturday and were getting quite proficient with the different line dances. Bob looked forward to the panty watching every week and they always had fantastic sex following their classes. One evening after they had enjoyed the after class lovemaking, Karen mentioned that she liked the matching outfits that the other couples had worn several times and suggested to Bob that she go shopping for a couple of matching outfits for them. Bob remembered that the other couples in the class did have outfits where the husband's shirt matched the wife's skirt and blouse. He did think they looked good and agreed with Karen that they should have some similar outfits. The next Saturday, when Bob was getting ready to get dressed for dance class, Karen stopped him and went to her closet to get the matching outfits they had discussed the previous week. Karen's was a red and black Indian-blanket print skirt and blouse with fringe at the hem of the short skirt and on the breast pockets and yoke of the blouse. She had black pantyhose with black satin dance panties to wear under her skirt. A pair of black Tony Lama boots and a black felt Stetson completed her ensemble. Bob was given a matching shirt and black jeans. He also had some new black Tony Lama's and a black Stetson. As Bob sat down to pull the new jeans on, they were so tight in the seat, that he was not able to get them over his boxer shorts. Karen noticed Bob's predicament and giggled as she watched him struggle to get the jeans on. She asked him if he had gained some weight, since she had used his latest size when buying the jeans. Bob asked why she had chosen this style of jeans instead of his regular Wranglers and she replied that in order to get matching outfits, they were her only choice. After struggling for awhile, Bob finally gave up and said they would just not be able to match. Karen complained that she had gone to a great deal of trouble to find the matching clothes and that he was not giving up that easy, had he not gained the weight, they would have fit easily. After a few moments, Karen suggested "what if you put on a pair of my pantyhose? When I have trouble with a tight pair of jeans, they always help me slip them right on." Bob laughed, "You must be joking! There is no way I'm wearing your pantyhose". "Suit yourself then Bob", Karen said, "figure out how to get those jeans on yourself, cause you are wearing them or we are not going". Just then, Bob noticed Karen pulling the satin panties up over her pantyhose and he remembered how erotic the dance lessons had been. He gave the jeans one more try and finally gave up and asked Karen "Could I borrow a pair of your pantyhose"? Karen smiled and went to her drawer and pulled out a sheer pair of beige pantyhose. As she handed the pantyhose to Bob, she smiled and said "hope these fit, we are about the same size". Bob threw the jeans aside and sat down to pull on the pantyhose. Karen said "Bob, wearing those pantyhose over your boxers will defeat the purpose. Let me get you a pair of my panties to wear under those hose". "Karen! Now you expect me to wear your panties too. This is going too far" exclaimed Bob. "Look", said Karen, "you can do this my way or we can stay home". Remembering the excitement he was sure to get during class, he reluctantly agreed, "OK, you win. But please don't give me any of those lacy panties you usually wear. Do you have any plain ones?" Karen made a big production of going through her lingerie drawer to find her husband a pair of panties to wear. Finally she pulled out a pair of pink nylon hip-hugger style panties with a touch of lace at the waist and leg openings and a little white bow at the waist on each hip. As she handed Bob the feminine undoes, she said "These are the plainest I have, try these." Bob took the panties and drew them up his legs. By the time he had them snug around his waist, he was sporting a huge erection. Karen, not wanting to miss an opportunity to inflict a little humiliation, said "Boy Bob, you sure seem to enjoy my panties. Sure hope you don't stretch them out." Red faced, Bob repeated the process of putting on his pantyhose followed by his jeans. Once on, the jeans hugged his bottom and cut into his crotch. He picked up the shirt and while attempting to put it on noticed something wrong, "Karen, the buttons on this shirt are backwards. This isn't a shirt, its a women's blouse!" "Bob" Karen responded, "I was unable to find any men's and women's matching outfits in town so I decided it shouldn't matter if I just bought two of the same blouse with a matching skirt for me and jeans for you." "That explains the jeans too. You have me wearing a women's outfit, just look at my ass, there aren't even any pockets and you could count the change in my front pockets as tight as these fit!" cried Bob. "It's not that bad Bob, nobody will be able to tell that you're wearing girl's clothes, unless you decide to tell them" responded Karen. "Now let's go before we're late for class. Put on your hat and grab that little bag for you wallet and keys. As you pointed out, there are no pockets in your jeans, so you'll need the bag" said Karen. When they got to the studio, everyone commented on how good Bob and Karen looked in their outfits and nobody seemed to notice the real gender of Bob's clothes. Bob was soon so engrossed in trying to see what kind of panties the girls were wearing, he soon forgot that he was wearing them too. At home after class, Bob went up to remove these clothes immediately. Karen managed to get to him after he removed the jeans and blouse but while he was still wearing the panties and pantyhose. She tackled him onto the bed and started to make love. She stroked his legs through the silky pantyhose and rubbed his cock in the pretty pink panties. When it was time for Bob to enter her, Karen only pulled the pantyhose down a little ways and pulled Bob's cock out through the leg opening of the panties. They had incredible sex and she wanted Bob to associate the pleasure with the pretty things he was wearing. Bob had no idea that this was only the beginning of Karen's plans for him. Chapter 3: More Steps Toward Femininity Things continued for the next two weeks as before with Bob wearing the feminine outfits to class each week followed by incredible sex in his panties and pantyhose when they arrived home. The outfits grew more and more girlish with more pastel colors and one pair of jeans even had a cut-out just above the crack of Bob's ass that made him look very much the sissy cowboy. Joanne had instructed the others in the class not to make any notice of Bob's dress and to only compliment them on their matching outfits. Bob seemed none the wiser. On Friday evening one week, Bob and Karen were laying in bed where Karen was busy painting her toenails. After completing her pedicure, she began to suck on Bob's toes and kiss his feet and ankles. After playfully teasing him for awhile and getting him very turned on, she promised him a blowjob if he would let her paint his toenails the same as hers. After his nails dried, she delivered on her promise and sucked him to exhaustion. He fell immediately asleep after coming in Karen's mouth. On Saturday morning, Karen woke him late and told him to hurry getting dressed for dance lessons as they were late. Forgetting his shiny, red toenails, Bob started his now regular Saturday routine by picking up the panties and pantyhose Karen laid out for him. He no longer protested about the style of the panties as he realized that the others in the class were unaware of his feminine undies. Today, Karen had chosen a particularly feminine pair of satin hip-huggers with and inch and a half of lace at the waist. The panties were a beautiful shade of yellow. Over the panties, Bob put on a pair of very sheer pink pantyhose that had a ribbon bow on the back of each ankle, his pretty red toenails peeking through the sheer nylon. When Karen saw Bob in his panties and pantyhose, she said "Bob, you look darling with those red toenails and pretty hose but all of that hair on your legs looks awful. Those nice sheer hose show every hair, wouldn't you rather have nice smooth legs under your pantyhose?" Bob did not know how to respond and just looked at her with a blank expression. "In fact Bob," she said, "you will find the feel of smooth legs in pantyhose will be wonderful and I'm sure our sex tonight will be better than ever!" Amazed at what he was letting Karen do, Bob followed her into the bathroom after removing his pantyhose. Karen shaved his legs and bikini line and then suggested that she go ahead and take off the few hairs on his chest and under his arms. Bob figured, what the hell, I've gone this far. After being shaved, Bob returned to their bedroom to finish dressing. After his panties, pantyhose and women's jeans, Bob was just getting ready to put on his blouse when Karen stopped him. "Since your chest is also hairless, why don't you try this on to see how it feels under your shirt?", handing him a pretty lace-trimmed camisole that matched his panties. He blushed as she described how it matched his panties and would feel very nice next to his smooth chest. Reluctantly, Bob pulled the camisole over his head and was amazed at how good it felt. He hurriedly put on the white blouse with fringe on the sleeves over the camisole. Karen decided it was unnecessary to point out to Bob that the camisole was clearly visible under the blouse or that the lace waistband of his girlish panties was poking through the cut-out in the seat of his jeans. At the studio, all of the students raved over Bob and Karen's outfits. Several of the girls gave him big hugs and though not sure, Bob even thought one of the guys had patted his butt. Lessons had progressed nicely and, after class, Joanne announced to the students that they had been entered into a dance contest that would take place in two weeks. She was in the process of making their costumes for the contest and told them to plan for a dress rehearsal next week. After Bob and Karen arrived home they went upstairs for their normal after dance class sexual activities. As Bob was getting undressed, Karen asked him to leave his lingerie on for her. As Bob stood in their bedroom, in yellow satin panties, a matching camisole, sheer pantyhose, he looked down and noticed his hairless legs and red toenails. Though he was embarrassed, he also began to get very aroused. Karen noticed his state and decided to push his feminization to the next level. "Bob", she said, "you are really enjoying wearing my lingerie now aren't you?" He simply blushed a deeper crimson and continued looking at his pretty toes. "It's ok to like pretty things Bob", she continued, "it makes you appreciate the female more". She went to her vanity and picked up a few items and returned to where Bob was standing. "Missy", she said "I think Missy is a more appropriate name for you the way you look right now. I am going to help you look even prettier. Stand still and enjoy the attention my pretty little sissy cowboy". She then applied lipstick that matched his toenails, eye shadow and mascara to her pretty husband's face. Karen evened removed a few stray hairs from the sissy's eyebrows. She sprayed him with her favorite perfume and combed his somewhat long hair back with a part in the middle. "You look beautiful now Missy", she said "Do you want to see yourself in my mirror?" Bob/Missy sat down at Karen's vanity and stared at his reflection in disbelief. "I am pretty" he said. As he began to run his hands over his body, Karen noticed a detail she had forgotten. "Missy, let me do your fingernails" she said and proceeded to shape and paint his nails the same crimson color as his toes and lips. Karen taught Missy a new style of lovemaking that night with Missy orally satisfying his wife followed by Karen being the aggressor in a spirited session of intercourse. Exhausted from a very; eventful day, Missy did not hesitate when Karen handed him a pretty nightgown for bed. A pale peach color, the short nightgown barely covered the sissy's panties. Karen taught Missy how to remove his makeup before they retired for the night. The next morning, Bob eased himself out of bed, immediately being reminded of his explorations into femininity by his red fingernails and toenails. He put on a short robe that matched his nighty and went to the kitchen for coffee. "Good morning Missy!" exclaimed Karen as she saw her emasculated hubby shuffle into the kitchen in all his female finery. "Yesterday must have been a big day for my girl" she continued "as late as you've slept this morning." Bob served himself coffee and self-consciously tugged at the short hem of the nighty as he sat at the table. As they ate breakfast, Karen explained to Bob that she had a big day planned. They needed to pick Missy up a few things for his own wardrobe as "he certainly could not continue to wear his wife's things" she explained. Karen offered Bob a choice regarding his appearance for the day, he could either go all out and dress fully as Missy, or dress ambiguously and be subjected to potential humiliation afforded sissies. Bob decided he would consider his options during his bath, which Karen volunteered to prepare for him. As Bob luxuriated in his perfumed bath, Karen reminded him to shave his body clean of the stubble that was beginning to develop on his legs and underarms. Stepping from the bath shaved smooth and smelling beautifully, Bob patted himself dry and covered up with the silk robe Karen had left hanging on the door. When he entered the master bedroom, Karen was waiting. "What is it going to be, Missy or sissy?" she asked. During the bath, Bob recalled how wonderful he had felt the previous evening and how much he enjoyed the beautiful reflection in the mirror after Karen had finished with his makeover. "Missy, I guess" replied Bob "But please don't get too carried away." Chapter 4: Missy's Debut With Bob's permission to proceed, Karen began assembling her husband's outfit for the day on their bed. Starting with lingerie, she chose a matching bra and panty set in white with pink lace trim. The panties were similar to those he wore yesterday with lots of frothy lace at the waist and leg openings. She also selected a new pair of sheer taupe pantyhose and a pink half slip. Bob carefully dressed in the lingerie Karen had chosen for him and stood before her blushing in his pretty undies, his slip reaching mid-thigh and the breastforms Karen had provided giving him a convincing B cup. From the closet, Karen chose a short pink skirt with 1" pleats and a white blouse with a lace peter pan collar and short cap sleeves. She also found a pair of pink leather pumps with a 2" heel (she thought she better take it easy on the poor thing on his first full day in heels!) Before dressing Bob in his skirt and blouse, Karen led him to the vanity where she applied his makeup. Her application was much heavier today than last night with full foundation, eye shadow, mascara, eye liner, blush and lip liner with the same red lipstick as last night. She plucked a few more hairs from Bob's eyebrows and shaped them with an eyebrow pencil into a feminine arch. Once his makeup was complete, she used her curling iron to style his hair into a short, but feminine hairstyle. After styling his hair, she applied a generous amount of hairspray to keep it in place followed by a touch of her favorite perfume. Once Bob had finished putting on the skirt and blouse, Karen added pearl drop earrings, a pearl necklace, a ladies watch, a couple of rings and a gold link belt to accessorize his outfit. Finally, she added a thin gold ankle chain to his left ankle, completing the girlish image. It took Bob several minutes to get used to the height of the pumps he was wearing with Karen providing instruction on a feminine walk. "Missy, I want you to fix us a drink and practice walking and sitting like a lady while I get ready" commanded Karen. "We don't want you to walk or sit like a truck driver while we are out today" she continued "as that might give your secret away." A little while later Karen joined Bob in the living room where he was practicing his feminine mannerisms by walking back and forth across the room trying to get just the right wiggle and sitting in various chairs, stopping to smooth his skirt as he sat. Much to Bob's surprise, Karen was dressed much more casually than he, in pants and a camp shirt with loafers. Her makeup was also much more subdued that that of her husband. "Why am I so much more dressed up than you?" complained Bob. "I just want to make sure that you are the one getting the attention while we are out since this is your special day" replied Karen. "Now here is your bag and some sunglasses, lets go" she said as she handed him a pink leather purse and women's sunglasses. "You should find everything you need in your purse, including lipstick, powder, an extra pair of panties and some tampons and pads should you need them" Karen told him as they walked to the car. Bob looked at his wife with a stunned expression wondering what exactly she had in mind for him. By habit, Bob walked to the driver side when Karen stopped him "Missy, I will be driving on our adventure today" and held the passenger side door open for him. "Now don't forget to smooth your skirt under you and get into the car like a lady" she continued. Following her instructions, Bob smoothed his skirt under his panty- clad bottom and sat in the passenger's seat then turning and pulling his pretty legs into the car. "That was very good, Missy" Karen told him as she shut the car door. Karen drove them to a shopping mall on the other side of the city. There, they parked and Karen suggested that Bob touch up his makeup. Taking his lipstick from his purse, he reapplied the creamy red color to his lips under Karen's watchful eye. Karen then proceeded to define the rules for the day, "Now Missy, we are going to spend the afternoon shopping for some new things for you. We are going to start at the lingerie store and then fit you with some new shoes. I have a few other surprises in mind for you and I want you to understand that I am expecting your full cooperation. If you resist or hesitate to follow my 'recommendations', I promise I will expose you to everyone in the mall as a sissy man trying to fool the public. You will also be on your own to find a way home! I would suggest, therefore, that you follow my recommendations to the letter." Bob new better than disagree and simply nodded his head. As they walked from the car into the mall, Bob was hypnotized by the clicking sound made by his high heels as they hit the pavement and by the breeze swirling around his legs and bottom under his short pink skirt as the wind playfully lifted it around his thighs. More than once, in fact, he had to quickly pull his skirt back down after the wind lifted it almost over his waist, displaying his pretty pink slip for anyone who happened to notice. Safely inside the mall, Karen directed Bob to a small lingerie boutique that was always one of her favorites. Inside the store, Karen instructed the salesperson that her 'sister' needed to update 'her' lingerie wardrobe. The salesperson saw dollar signs before her eyes and was very attentive and helpful. After measuring Bob to confirm sizes, together they selected dozens of pairs of panties, bras, slips (both full and half), camisoles, nightgowns and robes in every color of the rainbow (a mostly pastel rainbow). Karen also insisted on a few corsets and other foundation garments as well as teddies and other 'naughty' things. Karen picked up several garter belts in various colors and handed them to Bob saying "Here Missy, you need to experience the sexy feeling of stockings tugging on your garters instead of wearing pantyhose all the time." Bob blushed while Karen continued to select a variety of stockings to be worn with the garters and pantyhose for 'everyday'. Karen also instructed Bob to pick out several leotard and tights sets for exercise and dance lessons. Some of the exercise outfits even had matching headbands and they were all very feminine. On the way out of the store, Karen noticed they had swimsuits on sale and insisted that Missy needed both a one piece and a bikini. They spent several more minutes with Bob trying on various swimsuits before they settled on a powder blue one-piece suit with a little ballet skirt and a bikini that was cut very high in the thighs and was very small on the top. Burdened with packages, Karen and Bob then headed toward the shoe store further down the mall. Along the way, they passed an earring kiosk that offered free piercing with any purchase. Karen insisted that Bob have his ears pierced, picking out several pairs and holding them up against Bob's ears. Bob began to protest when Karen gave him a severe look and whispered "One more word from you sissy and I will raise your skirt, lower your panties and spank you right here in the middle of the mall! What do you think people would think when they caught site of that little dickie of yours surrounded by satin and lace?" Bob immediately cooperated and Karen chose a pair of CZ studs and dangly faux pearl earrings, instructing the teenage shop assistant to double pierce each ear. While Bob's ears were being taken care of, Karen found a small gold ankle chain with 'MISSY' engraved on it. As she was paying for the earrings and the ankle bracelet, she grinned and said "I decided to also get this ankle bracelet for my HUSBAND to remind him of his new name". The teenage girl burst into laughter and asked "Is this your husband? He's so pretty! What is he wearing under his pretty skirt?" Shocked and humiliated, Bob was then forced to raise the hem of his skirt to show the teenager his pretty girlish slip. "Now lift the slip, Missy" demanded Karen "and show the nice girl your pretty undies." The teenage shop assistant looked on in amazement as Bob slowly lifted his pink slip so his satin and lace panties were clearly visible through his sheer pantyhose. Bob begged Karen to leave the kiosk before they attracted any more attention. Finally relenting, they left the earring shop with Karen saying "I told you that you would regret not cooperating. That was a little taste of what you'll get if I get any more resistance from you, only next time, it will be much worse". The shoe store was uneventful compared to the ear piercing drama with the only excitement coming when the teenage boy who help them kept trying to steal peeks at Bob's panties as he tried on shoes. After trying on what seemed like hundreds of pairs of shoes, Bob and Karen left the shop with several new pairs of pumps in many colors and heel heights varying from 2" to 4", sandals both high heeled and flat, tennis shoes, loafers, boots and even a pair of ballet shoes. The assortment ranged from practical to exotic. "You behaved very well in that store Missy", Karen commented as they left, "the sales boy had no idea you weren't a pretty girl, even though he had plenty of looks up your skirt. Wouldn't he have been surprised if he saw what you have in the panties that he was trying so hard to see?" The rest of the afternoon went similarly with Karen and Bob visiting several shops to purchase a complete wardrobe any woman would envy. The only additional excitement of the afternoon came when Bob indicated to Karen that he needed to use the restroom. Karen smiled and said "Follow me" as she headed toward the ladies room. At this point, Bob knew better than to argue as he certainly did not want a repeat performance of earlier that day. Once inside the ladies room, Bob was instructed to use the stall next to Karen, she reminded him that he needed to sit down to take care of his business. As Bob was relieving himself, Karen whispered through the stall wall "Don't forget to wipe yourself Missy, and after your done, use one of those pads I put in your purse to keep you fresh." Bob followed his wife's instructions, odd as he thought they were. When he was finished, he automatically followed Karen's lead and freshened his makeup at the mirror, wondering why in the world he was behaving this way and, even worse, why was he getting this odd enjoyment from this complete experience. As they were leaving the mall, they walked past the earring kiosk where Bob had been so thoroughly humiliated earlier that day. The shop assistant was now accompanied by three other girls of similar age. The shop assistant waved and yelled "Hello Missy, how was the rest of your shopping today, show anybody else your pretty panties?" The four girls all burst into laughter, confirming Bob's suspicion that the others were in on his secret. Karen insisted that Bob wave back and smile before they were allowed to leave the mall. Once they had loaded all of their packages in the car, Karen said "One more stop and then we can go home, I want you to put on a fashion show for me tonight, modeling all your beautiful new clothes". Karen drove them to a western wear store not far from the mall. There, she told Bob that finally, they were going to get those matching outfits, exactly matching. In the store, Karen picked out several skirt and top combinations and purchased two of each. Bob also got some new cowboy boots (or should that be cowgirl), including a pink pair that would be perfect with one of the outfits Karen had chosen. The last purchase they made was a square dance dress that was sickeningly sissyish. It was pink and was covered in lace with a very full petticoat and matching pink panties covered in rows of white lace on the front and bottom. Karen demanded that Bob model the dress and he was totally embarrassed as she made him twirl around and around, pointing out his panties to anyone who would care to look. "You're lucky I don't make you wear that home" Karen whispered, "wouldn't the neighbors get a kick out of that little number?" Chapter 5: It Can't Get Any Worse (or Can It?) After the fashion show on Sunday night, Bob was allowed to remove his makeup and the red polish on his fingernails. Karen did require him to replace the nail polish with clear lacquer "To help strengthen his nails" she had said. He again wore a pretty nighty to bed, one of the new ones they had purchased earlier that day. While Bob was getting ready for work on Monday, he noticed that there were no boxer shorts in his drawers, only the panties and other lingerie they had purchased the day before. He asked Karen where she had moved his underwear and she replied "Well they are in your underwear drawer, silly'. He pointed out that the only thing currently in that drawer were women's panties to which she replied "Well that is the only kind of underwear you are going to wear for now on, they are much nicer than those old boxers you wore before." Bob began to protest when Karen picked up a particularly sexy pair of panties and began to rub them against his hardening cock. "Don't these feel much better, dear?" she asked. He had no choice but to agree and soon found himself not only wearing the panties but a camisole and pantyhose as well. He put on the rest of his regular male clothes and, looking in the mirror, noticed the earrings still in his ears. "What about these?" he pleaded, "How will I explain pierced ears to the guys at work?" "Lot's of guys have pierced ears now" Karen replied "but tell you what, you can remove one pair and wear these small hoops we bought, I'm sure nobody will even notice the other holes." Around the water cooler at work that morning, the secretaries in Bob's office were comparing notes regarding Bob's new appearance. "His eyebrows seem trimmed into a feminine arch" one said. "And what's with earrings in both ears" chimed in another. Bob's secretary, Carol, added "I'm also sure he is wearing nail polish and I swear I've seen bra straps and panty lines through his clothes". The other women encouraged Carol to investigate further and to expose him as a sissy if they were right as he had always been kind of a sexist pig to the women around the office. The next time Carol was called into Bob's office, she worked her way around behind him and pretended to give him a backrub. "This is nice", Bob thought "she hasn't given me the time of day before now". As Carol rubbed Bob's back, she confirmed her earlier suspicions when she clearly felt the outline of a lacy bra or camisole strap. "This is certainly not a t-shirt" she thought to herself. "Bob, are you wearing a bra under your shirt?" she asked as she tugged on the strap to his camisole. Bob stuttered and stumbled out "No, what makes you think that?" "Well" she replied "this lacy strap certainly does not attach to any t-shirt I've ever seen!". Bob's face turned crimson in color and he was wishing he could find a hole and hide. "How could Karen have put me in this situation?" he wondered to himself. "So I guess I'm right then, it is a bra your wearing. Why would a manly man like you be wearing such a dainty article of clothes?" continued Carol. "It is not a bra" protested Bob, realizing he was losing his case. "Ok, so its a camisole! It is still nothing like men's underwear. How do you explain yourself, boss?" Bob, ashamed at his predicament, looked at the floor and explained that his wife, Karen, had made him wear the women's underwear. Carol was not willing to let him off the hook yet, she wanted to know if she had been right about the rest of Bob's underwear. "So if you are wearing a women's camisole under your shirt, I guess you are probably wearing panties under your slacks. In fact, I'm sure I could see panty lines when you walked in this morning". Bob did not respond, he simply sunk deeper and deeper into his chair. "Just as I thought" she said "well let's see them. Go ahead and remove your shirt too, I want to see what kind of taste you have in lingerie." Realizing he had been defeated and not wishing Carol to reveal her discovery to the rest of the office, Bob stood up and slowly removed his shirt and slacks. Carol smiled broadly as she examined his matching camisole and panty set, his sheer pantyhose and his smoothly shaven legs and underarms. "Go ahead and take off those socks too", she instructed "a girl doesn't wear socks over pantyhose." When Bob removed his socks, Carol squealed with delight as she saw the red toenails peeking out of the sheer nylon of Bob's pantyhose. She also noticed the ankle bracelet and asked Bob to read the inscription. "It says Missy" replied Bob. "Who is Missy?" asked Carol, already knowing the answer. Bob blushed even deeper red, if that was possible, and explained that Missy was the name Karen used for him when he was wearing women's clothes. "So you mean you dress completely as a women, not just in ladies lingerie" retorted Carol. Bob did not have to answer, his expression spoke much louder than any words. "You can go ahead and put your clothes back on except the socks, I kind of enjoy the idea of seeing your nylon covered legs and pretty ankle bracelet below your pants leg." Bob was very self-conscious the rest of the day, afraid that someone else would notice his camisole straps, panty lines or see his nylon covered ankles which were highlighted by that damn bracelet. As Bob was leaving for the day, Carol stopped him and gave him a note addressed to Karen. Bob took the note and heard Carol whisper "See you tomorrow, Missy" as he walked away. When Bob arrived home, he complained to his wife about the ordeal he had suffered at work because of her insistence on wearing women's underwear. Karen had little sympathy for the sissy and took the note he delivered from Carol and excused herself to read it in privacy. The next morning was a repeat performance of the previous day and Bob again found himself walking into the office wearing panties and a camisole under his clothes, along with pantyhose and his ankle bracelet. Today, Karen had added a touch of perfume which Bob was hoping would go unnoticed. When he entered his office he found a single pink carnation on his desk with a card addressed to 'Missy'. He opened the card and nearly broke into tears as it was signed by each of the women in his department. He knew that his life at work would be changed forever. When he accessed his e:mail he found a message from Carol that had a required reply attachment. The message simply read "Missy, what color are your panties today? From just another one of the girls, Carol". Bob had no choice but reply to the message and he typed a one word reply: "lavender". Chapter 6: The "Dress" Rehearsal Saturday came quickly and it was again time to get ready for dance lessons. Bob and Karen were both very excited because today was to be the dress rehearsal for the dance contest next week. They had worked so hard with the others in their class to perfect several country line dances and couldn't wait to show their stuff at the competition. As Bob showered, Karen reminded him to shave his body and told him that she had laid out his outfit for the day. Bob stopped in his tracks as he walked into their bedroom and discovered what Karen had laid out on their bed, one of the western skirt and blouse outfits they had purchased last Sunday during Missy's shopping expedition. On the bed was a full set of lingerie, a skirt and blouse in pink and white with a horse and cowboy design, pink boots and a white straw cowboy hat. Karen walked into the room, dressed in the exact same outfit except in blue and saw her dumbstruck husband staring at the clothes on the bed. "Hurry up Missy, we still have to make you beautiful and we're running out of time" she said. Bob stuttered and shook his head, begging Karen not to make him dress this way for their dance class. "Everyone there knows me, what will they think when we walk in as two girls?" pleaded Bob. "You have no choice" she explained "the rest of the class is counting on you." "Besides," she continued "everyone knows you're a sissy anyway, the way you've been dressing during our lessons." Bob was shattered, Karen had been assuring him all this time that nobody had noticed. "This was all a set-up, wasn't it Karen? he whined with tears now running down his cheeks. "Quit crying, you sissy" Karen jeered "you have enjoyed this the whole time and you know it!" The rest of the morning was a blur for Bob. Karen helped him dress, first in matching white panties and bra with breast forms, white pantyhose, the western outfit and his pink boots. She helped him apply his makeup and made him file and paint his own fingernails a pretty pink color. He wore earrings in each pierced hole in his ears and was given a ladies watch and rings for his hands, including a wedding set for his left ring finger. "We don't want any boys to think your available, as cute as you look today" teased Karen. Karen curled Bob's hair and pinned the hat to his head to make sure it stayed in place. Finally, she handed him the most feminine pink satin dance panties he had ever seen, covered with row after row of white eyelet lace and instructed him to pull them on over his pantyhose. "These are to cover your real panties" Karen explained "since your skirt will be flying during our dance number and its not very ladylike for a girl to show off her undies." Bob immediately thought of the dance show on TV, ClubDance, where the girl's skirts were always flying up around their waists, giving perfect views of their panties. He still did not realize that it was that show that got him in his current predicament. They were the first to arrive at the dance studio and Joanne complimented Bob and Karen on their matching outfits. "You look adorable Bob" Joanne told him. "Thank you for cooperating with us for the competition." As the rest of the class members filed into the studio, Bob noticed there were no men. Each male member of the other couples in the class were now dressed similarly to him. Bob was very confused by all this and was staring at the others as Joanne called the class to order. "I am so happy that everyone is appropriately attired for today's lessons. You new girls look delicious in your pretty outfits, particularly you Bob." She continued, "You see Bob, the other new girls in the class have been dressing this way for sometime but we wanted you to be more comfortable and had them wear pants during the other lessons." Bob came to realize that Joanne made quite a good living feminizing husbands through her dance lessons and that the other males in the class had been through the same ordeal as him. He was still unable to understand why, but his wife was obviously hell-bent on feminizing him and curiously, he was beginning to enjoy his situation. "Ok girls" shouted Joanne "time to get lined up for the first dance." "We need to get through these numbers quickly since I have to distribute the outfits for the contest" she continued. As they did their dance numbers with the fancy footwork, spins and kicks, Bob became aware that the panties he kept stealing peeks at were his own, and they were beautiful. He had a raging erection through the entire class, sometimes missing steps because he was so preoccupied with the frequent display of his panty-clad bottom in addition to those of the other members of his class, both male and female. In fact, he was particularly interested in the other boy-girls in his class because their outfits and matching panties were, like his, much more feminine and prissy than the real women. He wondered to himself whether the other husbands in the class enjoyed the sights as much as he did. When Joanne was satisfied with their dance numbers, she called them into the dressing room the distribute their dance costumes. Each outfit matched exactly and consisted of a white blouse of nearly transparent material with red fringe on the sleeves, breast and yokes and an extremely short red skirt made from a satin like material which was very light and airy. The matching felt hats were also red as were the Tony Lama boots. Joanne instructed each of the dancers to wear nude colored pantyhose and then handed each a pair of white satin dance panties. When Bob took his panties from Joanne, he realized that each dancer's name was monogrammed on the bottom in red. His were neatly monogrammed with the name Missy, a small red ribbon bow dotting the 'i'. "So she has known all along" thought Bob. He could hardly wait to try his outfit on and he just knew that with the light little skirt that was included, there would be almost constant panty displays. After all of the girls, both real and not-so-real, were dressed in their costumes, Joanne shared the biggest news of the day, the winner of the dance competition the following weekend would get to perform their dance on the ClubDance country dance show. Bob could hardly believe his ears, there was a good possibility that he would get to dance on TV, and the panties being displayed for anyone to see would include his own! As you might expect, the dancers did win their contest and did so in fine fashion. Everyone at the competition was very impressed with both their dancing and their costumes, particularly the monogrammed panties. Dancing on ClubDance was a highlight of Bob's life. They all got to meet Shelly Mangrum, the show's hostess and, after their dance number, their dance cards were full. Bob spent most of the evening dancing with this tall thin cowboy from Texas who really knew how to treat a lady (little did he know!) By the time the show rolled around, Bob felt like just one of the girls. One of the other sissy husbands, who was called Sheila, became Bob's best girlfriend and their wives took them out for dinner, shows and shopping trips together. They were even planning a girl's vacation for the upcoming summer where Bob would get to try out those swimsuits outside of his backyard (but that may be another story.) Epilogue On Bob's desk was a framed picture of which he was very proud. The photograph was of 12 girls dressed in cute little western costumes lined up in front of the ClubDance stage with Shelly Mangrum in the middle. Shelly had autographed the photo, "To Missy, great dancing!" Only the other girls in the office know who Missy was and that the pretty girl with the huge smile standing between Bob's wife Karen and Shelly Mangrum was Bob. Carol and the other women in Bob's office were also proud of this photo as it was a constant reminder to Bob that they all knew his secret. And they used that secret to every advantage. The end. What do you think girls, should the story continue? What about that girl's vacation or the continued torment and humiliation at the office. And what was in that note sent home by Carol? Drop me a message with your suggestions and comments. Thank you.