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A WOMAN'S CLOTHES
By Donna Williams
"What do you mean, you are a transvestite?" my wife asked.
"A transvestite is a guy that likes to dress up like a
woman!" I replied.
"I know what a tranny is," she said, "What I want to know
is how long you've felt this way?"
"Since I was a old enough to get an erection. I'd steal
into my mother's room and try on her nighty or other
clothes, and get off on them."
"Why are you telling me this now?" she asked.
"I didn't want you to find out by walking in on me while
trying on your bra or something, and the urge has been too
strong. We, transvestites, at least some of us, try to quit
but the urge is always there and surfaces occasionally.
When I watch you get dressed, I get the urge and... well
instead of you catching me and becoming mad, I had to tell
you. To get it out in the open and talk openly about it."
"You've tried my things on?" she asked.
"No, not yet, but the desire is there."
"I have to think about this for now. In the meantime, stay
out of my clothes!"
"Of course dear, and if you want I've bookmarked some web
sites that provide some reading about transvestites and
their spouses." I informed her, and went for a drive.
She called me on the car's cell phone a few hours later and
told me to come home. When I arrived she had me give her
the keys and asked me If I really thought I had to dress as
a woman. I confirmed that I did, and she left, saying she'd
be back in a bit, again reminding me to stay out of her
things.
When she got home, she had me help her with some shopping
bags, telling me to carry them into the guest bedroom. She
had me take the clothes out and start putting them away.
They were girls clothes, some cotton training bra's and
cotton panties; various dresses, some plain some dressy;
slips and petticoats; lacy socks; and Mary Jane style
shoes. She remarked, "You said you started out wearing your
mother's things, right?!"
"Yes dear," I acknowledged.
"Well then, I think before you can become a woman, you need
to experience life as a little girl," she stipulated.
"Huh?" I asked. "I didn't say I wanted to become a woman!"
"Well, you know what I mean. Anyway, before I let you wear
women's clothes, I want you to learn what being female is
and to do that you need to start at an early age. I thought
about making you start from a baby girl, but didn't feel
like messing with diapers and didn't think I could find
clothes the right size," she continued. "Then, since you
ARE so small, I thought, the age of eight would be a nice
place for you to start."
"But, I don't think you understand, when I've dressed up,
I'd get aroused. I don't think these little girl clothes
will satisfy that feeling."
"But women's clothes will, right? And to wear women's
clothes around here you will learn to experience life as a
little girl before I let you grow into women's clothes. I'm
only trying to help, is that understood?"
""Yes dear," I replied.
"Good, now strip down and I'll put this hair remover on
you. Then, while it does its magic, I'll run you a bubble
bath."
After the bath I felt really naked, but smelled good. My
wife had me dress myself in a training bra, panties, a
petticoat and one of the white dressy dresses. I then
slipped on a pair of socks that turned down with lace at
the ankle and a white pair of Mary Jane's. My wife then put
my hair into a pony tail at the top of my head, put some
pink nail polish on my fingers and some matching lipstick.
"Was that a little bulge I saw developing when you were
putting on the petti?" she asked, reaching up and grabbing
my erect member. "I thought so. Didn't think you'd get
aroused, huh? OK, lets go to the living room, I have a few
more surprises."
As we headed toward the living room, she said, "Skip!"
"What?"
"I said, skip. Little girls like to skip when they are
excited!"
My efforts were pathetic. "Well, you'll learn." she said.
Part II
I had reached the living room first, and noticed the
camcorder set up to record. I asked, "Why the camera?"
"I wanted to record your progress to womanhood, plus it
will give us something review as we try to make you appear
more feminine. For example, your skipping just now needs
lots of work, as the camera will show you, and we can take
and print off individual frames for my girls scrap book and
picture album," she said. "Now, I'm going to move the
camera to behind the sofa and I want you to re-enter the
living room, with a skip, look over at the coffee table,
and when you see the presents for you, I want you to jump
up and down clapping your hands in front of your chest.
OK?"
"Is this really necessary?" I asked.
"Of course it is. We women have had years of experience
being feminine, and the sooner we bring out the little girl
in you, the sooner you can grow into a woman and wear the
sexy clothes you so desire," she replied. "Now, go back up
the hall, and when I say go, start skipping again and do as
I instructed, only try to think as a little girl and skip a
little better."
I couldn't figure out why I needed to skip down the hall
again if the camera was behind the sofa, but I did as I was
told. While I was jumping and clapping, my wife said,
"Surprise Sara! Happy birthday! Come over to the sofa so
you can start opening your presents."
I skipped to the sofa and watched as my wife smiled, raised
her hands to her chin and cocked her head to one side the
way women do when watching their daughter do something
cute. I decided to play the part, since she appeared to
enjoy what I was doing. "Are all these for me Mommy?" I
adlibbed. "What's in them?"
"Yes, Sara dear, they're all for you and you'll have to
open them to find out what's in them," she answered.
I plopped down on the sofa and was told to stand again. She
paused the camera and moved it to get a front view of
everything and scrolled back to just before I sat down.
"Now, when I say 'OK' I'll restart the camera and I want
you to sweep your skirt before you sit," she instructed.
"Sweep? What's that?" I asked.
She gave me instructions on sweeping my skirt so it
wouldn't wrinkle and then asked if I was ready. I nodded
and she said, "OK" while pressing the start button on the
remote.
I sat in a proper manner, and she handed me the first box.
"Thank you Mommy," I said, and opened the present to find a
Barbie and tea set combination. I reached over and gave her
a hug and kissed her on the cheek, saying "Ohh, it is what
I always wanted." I continued to open the remaining
presents to find toys, books and a few clothes appropriate
for a little girl my age. "Thank you sooo much Mommy," I
said hugging her and kissing her again when all the
presents had been opened. "This has been the bestest
birthday a little girl could hope for."
Smiling, she said, "You're welcome Sara, now lets gather
your things and put them in your room. You can keep the
Barbie and tea set out to play with, and once you're done
playing you can get one of your new books out to read." She
then turned the camera off.
As we carried everything to "my room" she informed me that
for at least the next four weeks, I was to dress and act
like little Sara in everything I did while at home. At the
end of that time, if she is satisfied with my progression I
would get to have another birthday to either age 12 or 14.
If I did anything manly, I would have a weeks extension to
my little girl time.
"Now, change into a play dress and go play with your
Barbie. You've seen you sisters play with dolls, so you
should know something about how a little girl is supposed
to act. While you're doing that I'll edit the video and
make some prints for your album." she said.
It was difficult, trying to play make believe, so my
playing only lasted a short time before I wanted to do
something else. I then took out one of the books to read,
which wasn't very stimulating for an adult, but since I was
supposed to be a little girl, I read it, twice. I was a
good thing too, because later that night my wife asked be a
few questions about it.
At bedtime, 8pm, I was told to put my things away and get
ready for another bubble bath, after which I was powdered,
put into a little girls cotton nighty with matching panties
and tucked into my new bed.
"Nighty-night, princess," my wife said. "I have to run to
my office and lock up a copy of the video we made. You be a
good little girl and stay in the bed, or I'll have to hire
a sitter next time I go out."
I wanted to object, but knew I couldn't assert myself, so
merely said "OK Mommy."
When she returned home she peeked in on me and noticed I
was still awake. "Why are you still up, Sara?" she asked.
"I'm not used to going to bed so early, and I couldn't
sleep anyway, what with wandering why you took a copy of
the video to your office."
Her answer was what I was hoping against, and she said, "I
figured I'd have more control over you with the video
locked safely away, just in case you decided you didn't
want to continue your feminization. Now that I've got it
safely locked away, I think you'll be more inclined to do
what ever I say, or I'll have to invite our families over
for a show. Now, worrying will only cause wrinkles. Go to
sleep and think about all the sexy lingerie you'll be able
to wear when you grow up to be a woman."
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