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Blair's Britain
"Damn, where's my bra?"
For those of you who don't think there's anything odd about this question
perhaps I should explain. I am a heterosexual married man yet here I am
typing out my story in stilettos, stockings, satin knickers and
suspenders, a satin bra and a slip writing my story.
I would never have thought this possible 10 years ago when "Things Can
Only get Better" blared through the speakers and a triumphant Tony and
Cherie drove to Downing Street.
I used to play rugby and enjoy a night out with the lads. I enjoyed action
films and I believe that I was a normal guy.
It all began, without my knowledge, when Millbank commissioned a study
into the link between "lad culture" and violence. I did not find out at
the time but I now know that the study suggested that there was a strong
link between stress, drinking and crimes of violence.
The feminist and gay lobbies pointed out that the offenders were largely
heterosexual males and suggested a compulsory "Cross Dressing Day" during
the year that Britain won the right to stage Europride. This was kept
quiet and I didn't of course notice this because it was never explained
that the proposed "Cross Dressing Day" was not just for transvestites. How
many rugby players like myself are going to read anything about "cross
dressing"? In fact how many of us read anything at all?
By the time I became aware of it, the bill was on its Third Reading and
with Tony Blair's majority it was hardly going to fail to be put into law.
It was pointed out in the broadsheets and tabloids that there would be an
initial study on the effects of the law before it was fully implemented.
Every male citizen would have to attend an underwear shop with their
National Identity Card or passport and purchase seven bra and knicker sets
and either seven suspender belts and pairs of stockings or seven pairs of
tights. If the male chose to purchase tights they had to be fishnets.
The Home Office would ensure every male bought his underwear and
automatically arrest any male who had not bought his underwear within 14
days of the law coming into force.
The penalty was draconian. The law said that any male who had not made the
purchase must be arrested. On arrest the male would have forced hair
removal, have his eyebrows plucked and be photographed in make-up and a
bikini and the photograph would be released to the Press and displayed on
the 6 o'clock news. If the male still tried to refuse to wear women's
underwear he would have a tattoo on his bottom which said "BWS" which
stood for "Bikini Wearing Sissy". He would then be castrated and have a
mandatory sex change. After 14 days he would then be sent to prison to
serve a 6 month sentence but would only be issued with a bikini for the
duration of the sentence.
I didn't want to risk being caught so I went to the ladies underwear
section of a large department store and made my purchases. I had taken the
day off work and I tried to hide the clothes in the hope that my wife
would not discover them. A few hours later she came home.
"Have you bought them yet?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. Somehow I could never lie when asked a direct question.
"Show me," she said.
I pulled out my red satin bra and thong and my fishnets.
She said, "You have great taste."
I smiled and suddenly FLASH!
Her camera appeared from nowhere and she had taken a shot of me holding up
my new underwear and tights. I was stunned like a rabbit caught in the
headlights of a car late at night.
Before I knew it she had rushed off to the study and locked the door. I
saw her turning on the computer and downloading the picture from her
camera to her internet e-mail account. Damn I wish I knew her password!
She then came back and said, "If you don't want your parents to see the
picture you will go and take a bath. You will apply the hair removal cream
of mine to you chest, stomach, arms and legs and you will report to the
bedroom."
Not wanting anyone to see the picture I did as she said.
My purchase was laid out on the bed next to a sexy black slip. "Put it on
Stud," she said. Foolishly thinking she had forgotten her photograph I did
as I was told.
She then produced a pair of pink furry handcuffs and knowing what was
coming next I submitted as she cuffed me to the bed. She slipped down my
fishnets and knickers and we made love like it was the first time all over
again.
Within minutes of the climax she popped out to the bathroom and I fell
asleep.
When I awoke I found that she had removed the cuffs and left me a note.
"Darling you were great. I am sorry I drugged you while you were sleeping
but I did not want to waste the opportunity. Please insert the DVD clipped
to this note into the player before reading on."
At this point I noticed that my nails were blood red. What more had she
done? Frightened by the possibilities I inserted the disk in our DVD
player and watched in shock as I saw myself holding up my new underwear
with a smile on my face and then putting on my new underwear. What was I
thinking? I am a man. This was only because of the Government's new law
and I would resist it as much as I could. Yes I had bought the underwear
but it was not really mine. She had carefully edited the film she had shot
and replaced the sound with the soundtrack from the Rocky Horror Picture
Show.
I turned off the television. I hoped that no-one but my wife would ever
see the film.
Her note continued:
"I hoped you enjoyed the film. Knowing that you enjoyed last night as much
as I did I have taken the liberty of throwing out your male underwear.
Even if you were to pretend that you did not enjoy last night you know I
had your best interests at heart as most of it needed replacing anyway."
How was I going to go to rugby tonight dressed like I was?
I carried on reading:
"You take so little pride in your appearance so I have given you a helping
hand."
I looked in the mirror.
Oh no! She had plucked my eyebrows! No-one would believe I had not
consented to this! Not only had she done this but I was wearing eye liner,
mascara and blood red lipstick. I read on.
"The lipstick and nail-polish is 24 hour make-up designed for party girls
like you. It's up to you whether you want to wear your regular male
clothes to work on top of your sexy underwear or if you want to wear one
of my suits. If you chose to wear one of mine I have bought a pair of
stilettos in your size and you should practice walking in them first. Bear
in mind that a lady walks differently from a man and if you sway you will
find it far easier to walk in the shoes I bought for you."
She knew that I would have to wear her suit. It was as well that she was
the same size as me. What choice did I have after all,made up like I was,
I had to get to work and I could hardly go to work in my regular
clothes...
I practiced walking a bit before I went out and hoped that no-one would
"out" me. Somehow no-one appeared to notice until I got to work.
As I got to work the sexy blonde recptionist said "Good morning Miss can I
help you?" before looking up. "Is that you Charles? I didn't know you were
a Sissy!"
Mortified and bright red I went to my room. Usually I was quick witted but
dressed as I was I could not think straight. I decided I would focus on my
work and I got stuck in to my work and soon forgot what I was wearing
until it got to 5:00pm.
On getting home I rushed up to the bedroom to find that she had thrown all
my clothes out! I heard her behind me and spun round "What have you done?"
I asked.
"I assumed that you had found your true self and besides you are so sexy
in my suit" she said. "So I took the liberty of getting you some new
clothes."
"You did what?" I had thought that I would be able to go to work in my
normal clothes tomorrow but these hopes had been cruelly dashed while I
was at work.
"Didn't you read the new law?" she asked.
"Why do you think I bought the underwear?" I asked. "Do you think I am a
transvestite?"
"I assumed you must be. The law stated that a study would be carried out
of closet transvestites and recent offenders before other steps in the law
were implemented. I know that you have not done time so I assumed you must
be a closet transvestite so I registered you and was given a grant to buy
your new clothes. Closet transvestites and recent offenders receive the
grant and are expected to dress as a woman for a year or have a "BWS"
tattoo. The law says that ordinary heterosexual males will only be
expected to dress as a woman once a year on "Cross Dressing Day" and can
use the excuse of raising money for charity if they wish provided that the
studies show a drop in offending by recent offenders or a significant
number or closet transvestites do not break the law."
"I had never worn women's underwear before last night," I said. "Last
night was good though and I have noticed I have been more focused on my
work and less stressed dressed like this. I suppose I will have to get
used to it."
So if you are a heterosexual and have not previously thought of cross
dressing I am sorry but it looks like the Cross Dressing Day is about to
become law. Be thankful you do not have a French Maid or Cheerleading Day
yet...
Barbie
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