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Warnings: This fiction is purely for adults as defined by the reader's society, laws and customs. None of this is real and any similarity to anyone living or dead, or any place or situation, is not only incredibly coincidental but quite astonishing. The author can have no responsibility for any action arising from this fantasy. You may archive or distribute this story for viewing only by adults on the provision that you do not alter it and you include this note. Parade By Eva Dell 'Hurry', said Millie to her husband. 'The Parade will start in two hours and you're nowhere near ready.' Jim Marten groaned. He disliked this time of year, disliked the way the whole town - especially the females from miles around - got excited about the Big Parade. It wasn't that he hadn't taken part before. As a 36 year old man he had, naturally, taken part in the town's Parade since he was twelve. This would his 24th appearance as a female, the 24th time he had put on a skirt or a dress, donned high heels and wore makeup. Wearing whatever his mother or his sister or his wife had decided. At first it was his mother and his sister, spending weeks before the Parade planning what clothes Jim and his father, Dan, would wear for their two mile walk through the streets of Little Wick. There would be no part in the discussion for the males, even if they professed to liking one style of skirt or a certain color of blouse. There would certainly not be the slightest notice taken of them saying they didn't even want to do it. The men simply wore the clothes the womenfolk chose. Their job was to look as pretty, as alluring, as feminine as possible. That was what they were judged on. When Jim married Millie she took over from his mother and sister - at first taking advice from Jim's family before doing it all herself, though his mom liked to check up on how her son was looking on the morning of the Parade but only after she had got her own husband ready in his female clothes. Millie was from the town, so she knew what a good wife had to do. There was never any question of not doing it. This is what women did to their men, for the Parade. That's what families in Little Wick did. Of course, there was good natured rivalry between the families, and a considerable amount of secrecy over what the men would be wearing on the first Saturday in June each year. The prize was nothing more than a small silver cup but the winning family (or at least the females of the family) would display it with understandable pride until the next Parade. Given that every family in Little Wick entered their men in the contest this guaranteed it was the biggest event of the year. But it wasn't just the town who came to watch. Thousands of folk would turn up from the surrounding towns to cheer (and jeer and laugh, it had to be said) at some of the outfits that the males had to wear. Jim was glad that Millie didn't want him to dress in the clothes his friend Kenny was made to wear - last year the man had to wear a pink see- through blouse with a red bra and candy pink ballet skirt so his garters, decorated with pink bows, were in full view. On the other hand he did win third place probably, everyone said, for his cute pink lace bonnet. Now Millie was pressing her husband to hurry with his outfit. Millie had created a 1950's style tight dress in a vivid blue, button back with big white buttons and a large white collar that stood up round his neck. There were two slits at the side of each leg to reveal his stocking tops as he walked and his outfit was finished off white silk gloves and white high heels. Millie had chosen a blonde wig for her husband, in the appropriate style of the 'fifties. Fifties retro-slut perhaps, but still attractive. To be authentic, Millie had insisted her husband wore a heavy, white pointed cup bra and matching deep girdle with six heavy-duty garters. 'As you walk,' she told her husband, 'people should catch a tantalizing glimpse of your old-fashioned underwear. That always goes down well with the judges.' Now Jim was struggling into the bra, trying to hook the back properly while his increasingly impatient wife watched. 'You're acting,' grumbled Millie, 'as if you've never done that before. And you have!' 'You could help me,' said the man, red in the face from the exertion. He was sure the bra was a little too small but there was no point in objecting about that. Most men in the Parade wore bras and girdles and even garter belts that were too small or fitted too tight. The two mile walk wasn't meant to be enjoyable for them. Millie shook her head. 'I could help you and if the judging committee found out you'd been helped to get dressed then any prize would be removed. You know the rules.' Jim grunted. After so many years doing this he knew the rules inside out. A man in the Parade had to have dressed himself and even applied his own makeup. That was one of the two things that was practiced weeks before every parade: men putting on lipstick, foundation cream and eye shadow so they looked perfect on the day. A week before the Parade you could see men, out shopping with their wives, sporting lipstick and eye shadow. The other thing every man would practice was wearing high heels around the house, so he could be sure of walking the two mile route elegantly. Men like Jim even practiced curtsying in them, so they didn't lose their balance as they did so. It was tradition to curtsy to the crowd frequently as you received applause - which was why the two mile walk took more than two hours to complete. Some folk said you were counted on the number of curtsies to the crowd, that someone was keeping a register. That was ridiculous, of course, but no one took the risk of not curtsying every few yards. And of course, there was the dance afterwards at the school gym, when all the males would dance with each other in the hope of winning the other main prize - the Mavis Goode award for best dancer. After so long in high heels, the men needed to be ready to dance the night away without kicking off their shoes. As everyone said: "Dance till you drop, but keep those heels as you hop." In its way the Dance was as important as the Parade. The aim of every female of course was to capture both trophies but no one had achieved that for six years, when Jim's cousin Bobby scooped both trophies when he wowed everyone in his gold Marilyn Monroe dress - and did the best curtsying anyone had seen in ages. Because there was the requirement for the feminized men to dance with each other at the gym, most families had their men practice dancing in heels and a dress of some kind. For three weeks, Jim had been practicing with his neighbor, Frank, each wearing the outfit they had worn the previous year. Frank looked appealing in his brown and white gingham check farmer's girl outfit and Jim looked good in his black and silver evening gown as they danced in the living room to various hits from the past. Their wives looked on critically, reminding them to keep their hands up, or hold each other closer and above all, smile. The Mavis Goode judges always liked the ones who smiled a lot. There was even a rumor that the odd peck kiss would help sway the judges so naturally Jim and Frank exchanged small kisses as they danced. But they danced smoothly, largely avoiding grinding their hips together though Frank complained at Jim's bullet-point bra. He didn't have his new dress on but he was allowed to wear his new underwear beneath his outfit from last year. It was a sensible approach. The thing they dreaded was an unsightly bulge under their dresses. "Spoil the female line, lose out this time" was the chorus they all knew. Jim complained about having to do so much dancing afterwards but his wife was adamant they had to do everything to win. 'If I can't win the Parade prize then the Mavis Goode trophy will be fine,' she said one night as she watched her husband get out of his silver and black gown and start to remove his bra and girdle. 'Don't you mean we?' complained the man as he slid the bra off his shoulders and removed the heavy inserts from the pointed cups. 'No,' laughed Millie. 'You're just the one who displays the clothes. I'm the one who makes sure you're perfect. Now hurry to bed and lick me out. I feel quite horny after watching you and Frank dance and kiss.' Jim knew there was no point in arguing as he stepped out of the black satin-paneled girdle, but he still wanted to make his point. 'I don't like the way Frank sometimes rubs himself against me when we dance,' he blushed. 'He shouldn't do it. It makes me hard and I damn near came in my girdle.' 'So?' Millie waved the argument away. 'The judges like you to be close. You have to be enjoying it. Anyway, it is a good job you didn't make a mess in your girdle. You're practicing dancing again tomorrow and if you have to wash your girdle out you'd only be wearing it wet,' smirked the woman as she discarded her pants and lay on the bed with her legs apart, her labia lips glistening already. 'Now hurry up and get tonguing me.' 'Honey! I'm tired,' protested Jim. 'Then you better hurry up and get me satisfied so you can get some sleep. You have to be up early in the morning. I want you to put in at least two hours in your bra and girdle before going to work. You can do the ironing while you're dressed.' Jim frowned. 'And I expect you want me to wear those goddamn high heels too!' 'Honey,' purred the man's wife. 'If you're wearing stockings then sure, heels are perfect.' Jim sighed, as he always did. There was never any point in arguing either with tradition or Millie. But that was last week. Now, on the day of the Parade, Millie was trying to get her husband to hurry up. 'I'm still not used to this bra,' he complained. 'I should have worn it when we went out. I don't know why it's so secret about what we have to wear.' 'Oh think, Jim!' Millie frowned at her struggling husband. 'If you knew before the day you might let something slip at work. Then it would get back to their wives and before you know it everyone will be wearing the same things.' She paused. 'This is a competition, right?' Jim conceded the point but still grumbled. 'But... a bra is a bra. How can not practicing wearing a bra affect anything? All the men will be wearing bras or corsets or corselettes.' Millie shook her head at her husband's apparent stupidity. 'You men have no idea. If I knew Frank next door was going to be wearing a pink all-in-one corselette I might guess what outfit he'll have on top.' She paused, reflecting on the latest trend. 'Hmmm... He might even be entered as underwear only. As I recall there were eleven men last year in just corset and bra and heels and four more wore clear plastic coats over the top so you could see their lingerie. I think it's a trend that will grow - if it does, we'll try the same. It's about time we won something.' Jim nodded. As much as he hated all this he knew what the rivalry meant. Well, hated wasn't quite the right word. All the men said they hated the day, what they had to do, how they resented the humiliation of the Parade and the Dance, but none of them refused to do it or left their wives. Divorce was unknown in Little Wick and it was total participation. If you really pressed the men they would admit that while they hated it in one way, they quite liked it in others. Certainly Jim was in two minds. The cheering and the prospect of winning a prize was really appealing and he would admit reluctantly, he felt good in some of the clothes. He would even admit that what he most hated was simply not having a say in what he wore. Jim was sure he looked good in white or light blue but the man hadn't worn a white dress for the last four years and it was seven years since he had a pale blue skirt on. Millie liked dark colors but tried to vary things so no one would guess what he was going to be wearing. Guessing and wagering on outfits amused the females of the town, too. Millie was sure her neighbor Jane was planning to put her brother in a nurses' uniform and her friend Joanne had shown a lot of interest in some rubber fetish-wear catalogs. She just hoped none of them had guessed she herself was going to put Jim in the fifties retro look. As he had already put his makeup and wig on, Jim wasn't sure why his wife was so keen to get him ready. He even had his pearl necklace on and large pearl button earrings too, so he would be ready as soon as he was dressed - apart of course from freshening his makeup. The feminized men wouldn't have to be at the Parade start for at least another hour or so. He pulled on the girdle and rolled his seamed nylons up his legs, aware his wife was growing anxious. Then he understood: she wanted to see what their daughter Katie had done with her older brother, Chris. Katie was eleven and had been eagerly looking forward to entering her twelve year old brother for the first time. He would be in the junior part of the parade and of course while Millie had advised her daughter she had to let the girl get on with ensuring he was dressed properly. The rules forbade parental interference: a girl as young as ten could dress her brother - or brothers. Katie was old enough herself to enter Chris and now she couldn't wait to parade her first male. Some of her friends had already done it to their elder brothers and one, Jenny, had won the junior trophy for dressing her 14 year old brother as a Can-Can dancer. Not surprisingly, Millie was keen to get her husband ready and see what Katie had done with their son. Katie and Chris were in the boy's room and every so often there had been the faint sound of Katie laughing with sheer pleasure. At last Jim was ready. His seams were straight, his leg slits opening enough to show his broad garters with their shiny steel clasps and of course, all the buttons in the back fastened properly. It had taken the man a while to get into it because it was tough but that kind of thing always impressed the judges: the least impressive thing would be some zipper-fronted dress that took no putting on at all though some women still tried it on their men. Millie pointed the small hat - blue and white like his dress - and told him to pin it on. She said it had to be at one side, at an angle, as women wore in that era and was only satisfied at her husband's third attempt. She permitted him a quick look at himself in the mirror and then hustled him out. Katie was waiting downstairs with Chris. 'My oh my, he looks wonderful!' clapped Millie as she saw her son in his female clothes for the first time. The boy did look good. Even Jim could see that. Katie had chosen a six year-old's style crimson velvet dress with a matching large bow in his wig. The skirt had several layers of flouncy petticoat underneath and as well as nude colored pantyhose he had white ankle socks with crimson lace trim and black Mary Janes. He had the minimum make up - mostly to make him look very feminine though Millie had always said her son could have been born a girl - and a lot of big bangles on his left wrist. On his right wrist he had a single friendship bracelet. 'Katie, I think we have a winner for you,' laughed Millie. 'He looks so cute and I love his ribbon. If the judges don't award him the best newcomer trophy I'll personally complain to the committee. You've done a wonderful job, Katie. I am so proud.' 'Thank you mom,' the eleven year old grinned back. 'Did Chris behave when he got dressed?' 'Sure,' nodded Katie. 'But he moaned the panties were too small.' 'Oh that's just men. They always like to complain,' Millie chuckled, dismissing the idea they had anything to complain about. 'Lift your skirt, Chrissy and show mom,' said the girl to her brother. Sheepishly, Chris raised his skirt hem to reveal the panties he wore. 'Just perfect,' cried Millie. 'White with darling crimson lace edges. You have done very well, honey. Don't you think so, too, Jim?' The man nodded, blushing at praising his cross-dressed son but aware - to his dismay - that his own cock under the girdle had swollen a little at the sight of the girl-boy. Fortunately, no one noticed the slight bulge at the front of his skirt. He hoped it would subside by the time they began the Parade. Two years ago the friction of his cock in his corset had made his cum while he was curtsying, right in front of his relatives from across the county line. Jim suspected they noticed because he had earned the nickname 'shooter' when they sent their Christmas card. 'How do you feel, honey?' Millie asked her son. 'Um... kinda weird,' blushed the boy. 'You're not used to it, that's all,' grinned his mother. 'A day in that wonderful outfit will start you on a path to being the perfect man about town.' 'If he wins, will he be allowed to wear that outfit longer?' asked Katie, indicating her brother should drop his skirt and straighten it. 'Of course. The winner stays a little girl - or a woman - for a whole week. I think it would be really something if both our males won and we could have them as females round the house for a whole week.' 'Cool,' laughed Katie. 'We could even get the family award for dad and son, like Harriet in my class did last year with her dad and Kevin.' 'Well, any prize is worth having,' agreed her mom. 'So, if they are both ready, let's get them to the Parade starting position.' 'I can't wait until my friends see Chrissy's sissy. Should we make them hold hands as they go?' asked Katie. 'Of course. Jamie and Chrissy should look like they belong together.' --- The twelve year old and his dad did as they were told and held hands as they walked towards where the parade would begin. There were cross-dressed men in a fabulous range of clothes and outfits - and as Millie had predicted a good number in fetish-like underwear only - teetering in their high heels down the sidewalks. Women, and their daughters, were waving to one another, admiring how they had dressed their males or commenting to each other that they didn't think Marcie's husband looked as good this year in those blue platform boots or what a pity it was Samantha's son was in that primrose yellow which didn't suit him at all. Even old ladies like Mrs. LeGrande were still parading their aging men with an eye on fetish fashions: her husband Monty looked good in his black plastic raincoat and leather boots and was surely a certainty to win the over-60's prize, especially now old Mrs. Bullen had retired and allowed her brother Grover finally to watch from the sidewalk after over fifty years taking part in skirts and heels - retiring with a record seven Parade trophies to her name even if two of them were with Grover's twin brother, Samuel. 'I feel stupid,' confided Chrissy as he walked hand in hand with his cross-dressed father. 'I know. I did when I was your age and your grandmother put me in a dress a lot like yours, except mine was blue.' 'Huh, I bet your panties were the right size,' grumbled the boy, acknowledging his friend Jed in a pretty green and yellow flower dress. Jim laughed. 'Believe me, they were just as tight as yours. The womenfolk in this town always like to make us wear tight underwear. Remind us what we have packed away, they say.' The boy blushed. 'Has your thing... you know...' 'Thing?' Jim knew exactly what his son meant but wasn't going to excuse him. 'Er... willie. Um, is it hard?' 'A little. Most men's willie's get stiff when they dress. It's natural. You're just not expected to show it under your skirts.' 'It feels weird.' The boy walked in silence for a while and then said: 'Is there any way I don't have to do this?' 'The Parade?' His father shook his head. 'I'm afraid not. You could move away, when you are older. College, or a job in another town but most men stay.' He lowered his voice. 'Some say it's something in the water that makes us want to stay.' 'But the womenfolk - mom and Katie - they don't have to do anything like this!' 'No, they dress as women all the time.' 'But they don't wear skirts! Only pants.' 'That's right. The only skirts in Little Wick are worn by men. Some men of course wear them most of the time. That's why the dress shop on the corner of Leigh and Mountain does so well.' Chrissy considered the point. 'Uh, Dad... Would you wear a skirt most of the time?' Jim pursed his pretty red gloss lips. 'I guess, if your mom ordered it.' 'How did you feel when you got married?' 'What do you mean?' 'I mean, you knew you were marrying a local girl in mom. She would treat you like Grandma treated you. And aunt Becky, when she used to dress you up.' 'That was okay by me. Your mom's really kind. She's good for me. Course, she'd be happier if I won a prize,' the man grinned. 'I think you look good, dad. Much better than anyone else.' 'I have to hope the judges think so.' 'At the dance, who will you dance with?' 'Whoever the draw decides. Mom told you how it works.' Chrissy contemplated this. As a junior entrant, he'd have to dance too, but not in another boy's arms. He'd have to do a more modern dance, though the judges liked it when the boys caught each other round the waist and even flipped their skirts up. 'When I'm older, I don't think I could get used to wearing a corset. How do you like wearing one?' 'I don't have a corset. Not this year. I've got on a girdle. Tight, of course.' 'Will I have to wear a girdle?' 'If your sister says so. Or in time your fiance, or your wife one day. You might end up like Jeff Vosten over there, parading in just a corset and bra and heels.' The man nodded towards a red-headed male, walking with his hands cuffed behind him, his large heavy artificial boobs bouncing as he walked by the side of a tall, muscular looking female. His ankles were chained together by a short length of chain and he was struggling to keep up with his wife. 'Why is he handcuffed and chained?' Chris's eyes widened as he stared at the corset-clad male. 'Because his wife doesn't want him doing what he did last year, when he refused to curtsy to the committee of judges. Plus, she likes to keep him in bondage.' Jim shook his head. 'Personally, I think he did it deliberately, not curtsying like that, so he could be cuffed and chained this year. It attracts attention. Probably a few extra votes. Huh! The things people will do to get a prize!' 'B-but how will he dance at the Gym? 'Oh, I expect his wife will re-cuff him. He'll have to manage as best he can. He's not a good dancer anyway: I had him in my arms four years ago and he kept treading on my white shoes and ruined them.' 'I heard some of my friends say that when you dance, you have to...' The boy gulped here. 'Um, kiss.' The man laughed. 'You don't have to kiss but the judges like it. I expect I will be kissing my dance partner. Unless of course he's gagged - some men are as you've noticed. Then I guess I'll just have to kiss his gag to show I was willing.' 'And rubbing up against him? Phil said his father came in his panties last year with old Mr. Dean rubbing him all the time.' Jim shrugged. 'It's just part of the day,' he sighed. 'That's enough talking you two,' said Millie behind them as the start point came into view. 'You should be practicing your smiling and waving from now on.' Both males nodded and as one, broke into a smile and started waving with their free hand to the gathering crowds. --- There was an air of excitement as the Marten family finally got home after a long but thrilling day. 'I told you we could win,' grinned Millie as she delightedly hugged her daughter as soon as they got in the door. 'First prize in the Parade for me and you honey got the best newcomer prize. Isn't it wonderful?' 'I can't believe it!' laughed the eleven year old girl. 'My friends will be so jealous! Did you see the look on Lauren's face when I beat her to the prize?' 'Did you see the look on Sally Roper's face when I was handed the Parade trophy?' 'It was great,' said Katie with a squeal as her mother hugged her tighter. 'Better than I could have wished for.' Millie sobered up. 'Shame they didn't get the best father and son award.' 'But they still stay as women for a week, right?' 'Sure. There's photos in the newspaper to be done, the re-opening of the Hugs and Kisses Club to perform, visits to the local schools and the jail - mustn't forget the inmates like to jeer the winners. They'll have a great time showing off their clothes!' 'Uh, the jail? Isn't that kind of dangerous?' 'No! Your pop and brother will be looked after and protected by the warders.' Millie grinned as she whispered to her daughter: 'Actually, they get to be locked up for a couple of hours with the best behaved inmates. Kind of a treat for the men inside.' 'Do you think they know what's waiting for them there?' whispered Katie back. 'I doubt it,' sniggered Millie, glancing at her husband and son, standing just a little way off. 'And meanwhile we have two trophies. Where will we put them, mom?' 'In the window of course, so everyone can see as they pass.' 'And their picture too,' smiled the girl. 'A big picture of Jamie and Chrissy in their prize winning outfits.' 'Naturally.' Millie grinned at her husband and son, standing in the hallway, looking tired but pleased as they held the trophies. 'You think we can win next year?' Katie regarded the two cross-dressed males and the small stain at the front of her father's dress where he had finally cum during his dance with his boss, his lipstick smudged from so many kisses. 'Well, honey, this is the hard part. To repeat means we have to work them extra hard, and work very hard ourselves to come up with an even better pair of outfits. Few people manage to win back-to-back prizes.' 'But they're such natural sissies! I've got an idea already for Chrissy. And I can't wait to get him in his first training bra,' said the girl excitedly. 'Good. But first we need to relax, have a bath and then phone Grandma and aunt Becky and invite them over to see what a pair of wimp winners look like!' She hugged her daughter again. 'You know, I think we'll even make them dance for us and our guests.' 'Can I invite some of my friends over?' 'Later. You can have a girl's party and Chrissy can serve you all. But someone who will be coming over real soon will be Kelly Dixon and her husband Rob,' Millie's eyes sparkled. 'That's dad's boss, isn't it? The man dad danced with?' 'Sure. Did you see the way they were kissing when they danced? Those were no mere pecks on the lips. I think your father and his boss could be very good friends.' She glanced at Jim who was blushing, the bulge at his crotch even more prominent than before. 'It's about time he got a big raise,' she added with a snicker. Katie got the joke almost at once and they both laughed loud, causing the man in the stained blue dress to blush even more and even making his son smirk. 'However first it's time for a great tradition,' said the woman, turning to her husband. 'Skirt up!' Jim groaned. He knew this would happen. Every winner did it and he was no different. Face burning with humiliation, he lifted his skirt with one hand and freed his stiff cock from his girdle, knowing the eyes of his family were on him. He placed the open top of the trophy below his hard, purple headed cock - still sticky with the climax he had enjoyed on the dance floor with his boss - and began masturbating frantically, partly to get this over with and partly because he needed to cum again. 'Look at him go,' snickered Katie as her father's hand blurred on the veined shaft. 'Hush honey, don't distract him,' whispered Millie, one arm round her daughter. Jim was breathing heavily with the effort, his hand shaking where he held the silver trophy, but he was rewarded in a few seconds as his cock squirted his jism perfectly into the cup. He even gave a gasp as he wrung the last drops from his sore cock to make sure it was all in. 'Perfect,' said Millie. 'Now put your cock away Jim and you can drink it later in front of your mom and sister.' 'Yes, honey,' whispered the shame faced man, stomach dropping at the thought of his forthcoming humiliation. But that was what Parade winners did, and he was glad he was the best feminized man in the Big Parade. 'Cool,' smirked Katie, an evil look in her eyes. 'But I think Chrissy should cum in it too. Go on,' she said, 'you can jerk off into it too, bro.' It was the boy's turn to be red faced now as he freed his small but hard cock from his panties. His father held the trophy under his crotch and the boy proceeded to rub his cock until he too jetted his small amount of cum into the white puddle of semen that was his father's. 'I think we're going to have a lot of fun,' laughed Millie, looking at the two red faced males in their prize-winning female clothes. 'A real good time. Just like they will!' --- 'Was it really so bad, at the prison?' Rob Dixon held Jim close as they moved elegantly round the dance-floor, the lights and everyone's eyes at the Hugs and Kisses Club on them. 'It was...' Tears came to Jim's eyes but he blinked them away, trying to remember to smile as his wife insisted he did whenever he was on show. 'It was tough.' 'I thought you only paraded for the inmates,' consoled the man in the green and gray striped satin dress. 'I thought you'd just go up and down the catwalk a few times, so the men could admire you.' 'They don't admire men like me,' whispered Jim. 'They jeer and call out names. And I was walking so carefully in my high heels, and wiggling my butt like Millie said I had to. But the worse thing was they were allowed to whack off as they watched we walked past, me and the other winners. Including Chrissy. Some of them...' Jim's voice caught slightly. 'They lie down so they can see up your skirt as you walk. And we had to do it lots of times. With our hands cuffed behind us. They said it was for our protection but...' The man's soft voice trailed away. 'That's awful,' sighed Jim's boss with a small shake of his head. 'I had no idea...' He smiled apologetically. 'You see, I've never won anything. I don't look as good as you do.' 'I think you look wonderful,' said Jim, brightening. 'And I can feel you all excited through your corset.' 'That's because I've got the best looking man in town with me,' Rob chuckled as he ran his hand ran up and down the big white buttons in Jim's back. Feeling them and the man's heavy-duty bra underneath as he pulled Jim closer to him. 'You trying to make me feel better?' smiled Jim. 'Sure. I don't want my best employee upset.' 'I was hoping,' said Jim quietly, 'that we might me more'n boss and worker.' Rob grinned. 'Me too, but we have to ask our wives. Kelly says she has to pick my friends for me. I guess that means very close friends, too.' 'Yeah. Millie's the same. You know, they're looking at us right now.' Jim permitted himself the smallest glance to the side, to where Millie and Kelly were sat. Katie and Chrissy were there too, the children being fussed over by their grandmother. 'Of course,' sighed Rob. 'We're on show. On parade.' He laughed. Jim nodded. 'It's strange, being in the spotlight like this. You wonder if people can see through your dress. See what you have on underneath.' 'Perhaps I can get to see what you have underneath, one day,' grinned Rob. Jim blushed a little. 'You should have been at the school the other day. I had to show a class what I was wearing underneath. Some history lesson, I guess, but the kids wanted to see my bra and girdle and garters. I had to almost undress myself for them and then parade for them too.' 'You know, it seems like you win and everyone wants to look.' 'I know. They even called me Mrs. Jim. Can you believe it?' The man paused before he added: 'But I guess the boys want to see what they'll be wearing soon and the girls just want to see what they can do to males.' 'That's how it started for me,' said Rob. 'But I never thought I'd be meeting a feminized man like you.' 'You're embarrassing me,' said Jim. 'I hope not. Hey, I think our women are making plans for us. They're probably working out what outfits we can wear when we date. I mean, if they allow it.' Rob's eyes were twinkling. 'I was hoping tonight Kelly would choose something light and open for me. Flared skirt so we can... well, you know.' Jim grinned, feeling better. His asshole wasn't hurting as much as it was when he first got back from the prison and his hour with one of the better-behaved inmates. It would be nice to have something softer, more intimate in there rather than the brutality he had experienced yesterday. At least Millie was concerned enough to allow him to spend a few hours in bed without his girdle and heels on when he got home and she released him from the cuffs. But Millie was always kind like that. The perfect Little Wick wife in so many ways. Jim began to feel a glow of happiness, and was even happier when Rob gave him a small peck kiss as they held each other close. The audience was cheering and Jim felt so happy to be the winner of the Parade with a good wife in Millie, a supportive daughters in Katie and Chrissy and perhaps a loving partner in Rob. At the back of Jim's mind he was thinking ahead to the next Parade. Millie said there would be a new category prize for male-lesbian couples. Maybe next year he and Rob could enter. But only if Millie and Kelly approved, naturally. Jim felt his own cock swelling inside the tight girdle, aware that Rob was rubbing his hips up against him. He imagined he would cum soon enough inside his underwear. That would be sticky and messy for the rest of the evening at the Club, but it was a small price to pay for getting the biggest prize of all. The end