My First Bra - Part 8 free porn video

In Part 7, I got a new look, a bob hairstyle with blonde highlights. It looked terrific and I was very happy with it... until I remembered that I was a guy; a guy with a girl's hairstyle. I panicked. I didn't know how I could possibly go out in public; how I could go to work with this new look. It was so feminine of a hairstyle. I had no idea what I was going to do. As I got into the car my wife could tell there was something wrong. "What's the matter dear?" she asked. "You seemed so excited about your new hairstyle." I started to cry. "I was. It's beautiful. But how am I going to go to work looking like this? I look ridiculous!" "Honey, I understand," she replied. "It is a very different look but I'm certain that the people that know you won't mind a bit. In fact, they'll be happy that you have a beautiful new hairdo that you love." "No they won't," I continued to cry. "They'll think I'm some type of weirdo to have such a feminine hairdo. Why did I let you talk me into this?" She reached over to hug we, put my head on her shoulder and comforted me. "Honey, you don't look ridiculous. This is a very flattering hairstyle for you, and the highlights look wonderful with your hair color. You remember I told you that you need to trust me about what you wear. You were worried about wearing a bra to Brianne's. But weren't the girls all excited to see you wearing it? They could tell how happy it made you. Kristi was so excited for you that she made you cum in your pretty panties." I blushed at the memory of Kristi making me cum and cried a little less. She was right. The girls at the salon did seem very happy for me, and they seemed excited to see me wearing a bra. Brianne, Angela and Kristi all seemed to have been looking forward to seeing my new bra, and Brianne even opened my shirt a bit to get a better look. Angela even suggested we double date with her and her boyfriend, so she must have thought it was okay. And she knew I was getting a new hairstyle. She probably knew it would be a girl's hairstyle and must not have been concerned about what her boyfriend would think. Some of the customers seemed to snicker at me a bit, but even the woman in the waiting area seemed to become more comfortable with it after a few minutes and seemed almost jealous that her husband didn't do some of the things that I do for my wife. And they had all thought I was wearing a blouse, because of the color. I guess she had been right. "I guess you were right," I responded. "The girls seemed to be okay with me wearing a bra, but what about this girly hairdo?" "Well dear, don't you remember how all the women in the salon couldn't wait to see your reaction to your new bob hairdo?" she replied. "And didn't lots of them compliment you on the new look and the highlights? The ladies you were sitting with while your hair was coloring didn't seem bothered a bit. They just kept on with their conversation while you read women's magazines." "Okay, but that's at a salon," I countered. "They are used to looks that are more 'out there' than they are at a conservative business office." "That might be true, dear, but where you work isn't conservative," she replied. "You always wear a coat and tie to work, but you've had long hair for quite some time. A conservative place wouldn't let you have long hair. I would call your office 'professional', not conservative. Your long hair has always been neat and clean, and you presented a professional appearance, as do the other people that you work with." "Well I guess that's true," I responded. "But how professional will this hairstyle look? "Well dear, I believe that at least two of the girls at your office have hairstyles that are similar to yours. How could anyone object to you having the same hairstyles they do. It's not like you're going to a fancy party and you'll be wearing the same dress as one of the other girls!" she laughed. Her joke made me smile and finally stop crying. "I guess you're right, I do trust you, but I'm still very nervous," I replied. "Will you help me with my hair so that it doesn't look so girly?" She pulled a kleenex out of her purse and wiped away my girlish tears. "Honey, you are right that this new hairstyle is 'girly' but it really fits you. It looks great on you; far better than your old style, and way, way better than when you wore it short. Brianne did a wonderful job. I promise that things will be okay at work. In fact I've already spoken to Brenda and told her all about your 'new look' and she's very excited to see it. She knows how much you'll like your new look and she's told the girls you work with also. They're all expecting you to have a new look when you come to work Monday. So I promise it will be okay. Now quit your crying and we'll get going." My wife started the car and drove away from Brianne's. I was shocked. She had talked to my boss Brenda and told her all about this. When did she do that? How long had she known? And did my boss really tell all the girls I work with about it. I was so embarrassed to have this girly hairstyle. Of course my wife said that it looked great and many of the other employees also told me they liked it. They seemed sincere, and Kristi was her usual excited self. I knew she couldn't be lying when she told me it looked cute. Maybe it would be okay. I thought about my day and all the changes I'd had. I ran my hand along my leg and loved the soft silky feel of the bare leg. As I thought about how nice my hair looked I started to smile again. "I see a smile," said my wife. "Are you feeling better about your new look?" "Yes, I am," I replied. "I'm still a bit nervous about Monday, but I do love my new hairstyle. I'll be glad to get home and see what I can do with it." "That's good," replied my wife. "But first we've got another stop to make." "What!" I exclaimed. "I thought we were going home. I don't want anyone to see me like this." "Now honey, you just said you'd trust me," my wife responded. "Just trust me that I know what is best." I paused. I had just said I trusted her, and so far she had not let me down. She'd known what I wanted before I even knew it. I decided to go along. We drove for a while and then pulled up in front of the same shop we had visited the previous evening. "What are we doing here?" I asked with alarm. "I thought that with your new silky smooth legs you might like some stockings to wear, and I wanted to buy you a new nighty to thank you for helping to make my day so wonderful," she replied. "Making YOUR day wonderful?" I asked with surprise. "Oh course dear," she replied. "I love helping you find yourself, and helping you feel better about your appearance. This has been a wonderful weekend for me; one of the best weekends we've spent together. I've looked forward to it for a long time." "You've been looking forward to me shopping for woman's clothes and getting a girl's haircut?" I asked incredulously. "Honey, it's been obvious to me and my friends for a long time that you aren't really comfortable doing a lot of the typical guy things," she responded. You're much more comfortable spending time with women than with men, at work and at home. You'd rather participate in girl talk with me and my friends, instead of talking to the guys. Your personality is much more feminine than masculine. I want to help you explore that femininity and become the person you were meant to be, instead of making you pretend you are something you aren't; a typical man." "But... but... but what does that mean for us?" I was frantic with worry. "Oh, honey I love you," she replied. "I will always love you. I knew what you were like when I married you, and I always want to be married to you. I promised you when we got married that I would never cheat on you with another man. I did that in my first marriage and I hated it; the deceit, the sneaking around. I don't ever want to do that again." "Oh, I'm so glad to hear that," I replied with relief. "I'm sure our relationship will continue to change, to evolve," she continued. "It's different than it was when we first got married, isn't it?" I nodded yes. "I think it's better, don't you?" I nodded yes again. "And I think the changes we are making will make our relationship even better, our love even stronger, our lives even happier. You trust me don't you?" "Okay," I replied with a smile. "Then let's go in," she said. "If you are worried about your bra, you can button your blouse up a couple more buttons." Now even she was calling my shirt a blouse. When it was buttoned the bra wasn't too obvious. Fortunately, it was a loose fitting shirt. It was late afternoon on Saturday and they were having a sale, so the shop had many customers unlike the previous evening. I tried hard not to bring attention to myself as we entered the store. I hung close to my wife as we headed toward the lingerie department. I felt excitement as I remembered all the thrills I had the previous evening. We went over to a rack with nighties and pajamas and looked at one that was a long charmeuse, black, with pink and white flowers. "What do you think of this one dear?" she asked, speaking a bit louder than I might have liked. "It's pretty," I replied. "Let's see how it looks," she said as he took my arm and moved me over in front of a mirrored column. She stood behind me with us both facing the mirror. She reached around me and held the charmeuse up in front of me. "Oh, it's lovely," she cooed. "You'll look great in that!" She handed me the charmeuse, left me standing near the mirror and went back over to the rack to look for more. I noticed that a woman across the store was staring at me, probably trying to decide if I was a guy or not. She didn't seem to approve. Soon my wife held up a shorter chemise in brown with pink lace details. "Look at this one dear. It would look lovely on you too! And they are both on sale!" She came over and held this one up in front of me also. We decided to take it too. In the corner of my eye I saw that woman whispering to a friend of hers, and they were both glancing my direction, trying not to stare. As we finished looking in the mirror, I heard a voice from behind us. "May I help you find anything, ladies?" It was Adrienne. We turned and she immediately recognized my wife. "Oh hello," she said. "I certainly enjoyed helping you last night. I'm glad to see you back again so soon, and with a friend." "Oh, no," my wife replied with a smile. "I'm with my husband again." "Really? Where is h......" Adrienne stopped in mid-sentence as she suddenly recognized me. "Oh my goodness, I didn't recognize you. You look so much different. I just love your hairdo. It's so... so... lovely." She had a huge grin on her face, a look of satisfaction, the kind of look she had last night when she was being supportive of me shopping for a bra. "Yes we've spent much of the day at the salon, getting him waxed and cut and colored," said my wife. "It's been great fun." "I bet it has. Which salon were you at?" Adrienne replied. "Feminine Mystique," my wife replied. "I'm friends with Brianne, one of the owners. We've been going there for years." "How appropiate for you to go there," Adrienne replied. "That's where I go too. Rachel has been cutting my hair for years." "And how about you dear?" she asked, looking at me. "Have you had a fun day?" "Um... Uh... Well, yes. I guess I have," I replied. "It's okay, honey," Adrienne continued. "My friend Louise; the person I mentioned who transitioned and is now married to a wonderful man, goes to Feminine Mystique also, so they have experience with your situation. And you remember I've worked with lots of people who've transitioned. I know that some of the first steps to coming out are very hard, but once you've done them there is a huge weight off your shoulders. You're just so lucky to have a partner that is so supportive." "I'm sorry, but I told you last night that I wasn't transitioning," I replied with frustration in my voice. "I just wanted to wear a bra once in a while." I could tell Adrienne was quite upset by my reaction. "I'm so very sorry," Adrienne replied. "I recall what you said last night, but there is so much denial in transgender people. It's just that last night you were here to buy bras and panties, and the very next day here you are with waxed legs and a very femme hairdo shopping for more lingerie. I hope you understand how I thought you'd be transitioning." "It's okay, we understand, don't we dear," responded my wife. "Yes I understand," I replied with a small smile. I didn't want this nice lady to feel bad. She was so kind last night. She really wanted to help me. She just didn't understand my situation. After all, I just wanted to wear a bra because my wife liked it. And I went along with the new hairstyle because my wife wanted it. And I was here shopping for lingerie because my wife wanted me to. "I see you have picked two beautiful items of sleeping apparel," Adrienne said. "What else could I help you find?" "Well, nighties are what we were looking for; and some stockings to go on those silky smooth legs," my wife replied. "Do you have any other suggestions?" "Have you seen our corsets?" Adrienne offered. "They can be a lot of fun." "That does sound like fun," replied my wife. "Let's take a look." We followed Adrienne over to another rack. "This lovely brown one with the animal print trim has hooks in the back, almost like bra hooks," Adrienne said. My wife giggled at the mention of bra hooks. "I'm sorry ma'am?" Adrienne was confused as to what had been funny. "Oh it's just that he's still having a lot of trouble with bra hooks, aren't you dear?" replied my wife with a big smile. I blushed and chose not to reply. "Oh, it will come to you honey," Adrienne said with a grin. "It will just take you some practice. In the mean time, I'm sure your wife would be more than happy to help you with them. Take a look at this aqua one. It is gorgeous. It has the corset stays and ruffles and the traditional laceup details in the back to adjust for size. It has hook and eye closures in the front, so I'm certain you could put this one on without help. And it comes with this cute little g-string. I bet you'd love to wear that with it." She had an even bigger grin as she finished. "Oh, I think we'll try them both," said my wife. "Would you like to try them on?" asked Adrienne. Oh no, I thought to myself. Not with other customers in the store! I tried to signal to my wife that I didn't want to try them on. My wife looked over at me and and could see the fear in my face. She continued to look right at me and said "Yes, I think that would be a good idea. Corsets can be a bit hard to fit properly." "I think that's a wise decision,. They do fit differently than other apparel," replied Adrienne as she led us over toward one of the fitting rooms. She opened the door and my wife and I went in. "Let me know if you need another size," she offered. AS she was closing the door I noticed that my 'observers' were watching in amusement as they saw a guy going into a fitting room with his wife and two corsets. My wife had a huge grin on her face. "Couldn't you tell that I didn't want to try on the clothes?" I asked in frustration. "Of course I could dear," she replied. "But I was doing what I knew was in your heart. I knew that you really wanted to try them on. I know you've never worn a corset before and they fit differently than most other women's clothes. Even though you've got cute little boobies, your ribcage and tummy is still a bit bigger than most girls. Corsets are made for a bit more feminine figure than you have so far. And I could tell by the look in your eyes as we were shopping that you'd love to wear them... if they fit properly. I remember how disappointed you were when your first bras didn't fit properly. You were so sad that your little boobies didn't fill out the cups. I wouldn't want that to happen to you again. Don't you agree?" I nodded yes. "After all, now that Adrienne helped us find bras that fit, your little boobies are supported properly and they look so cute and perky. And your face looks cuter and perkier too," she laughed. "I guess you're right," I replied. I did have to agree that she was right about how disappointed I was with the fit of my first bra. It's so much nicer to be wearing a bra that fits nicely." I heard a snicker coming from outside the dressing room. Apparently a customer waiting outside could overhear our conversation. I took off my blouse... I mean shirt. I reached around to try to unhook my bra and struggled with the hooks again. "I'm surprised you aren't better at unhooking bras," my wife said with a grin. "The boys I dated all got lots of practice unhooking my bra when I was single." She helped me by unfastening the bra. She picked up the brown corset and wrapped it around me. My boobies felt supported, but it felt different to have something wrapped tightly around my tummy. "Did you fasten it yet?" I asked. "Heavens no," she replied. "I need to pull it tighter. Just exhale for a moment." She pulled the corset in to hook it and it pulled extremely tight against my tummy. "I've almost got it," she continued and pulled even tighter. "That's it, I got a couple of hooks. Let me finish." I tried to keep from breathing as she finished the hooks. "You can breathe now. Turn around and let me see." I tried to take a breath but the corset was so tight I could hardly breathe. She reached up and cupped my breasts. "Oh it fits great! Your boobies fit perfectly," she said with excitement. "Just look at yourself!" I looked in the mirror and had to agree it looked pretty good. I turned to the side and was surprised by the different figure I saw. It was much more feminine, with a larger bust and narrower waist. Unfortunately there was a bit of a bulge below the waistline from my cock; aroused again. I heard a knock at the door. "How are you doing in there?" asked Adrienne. "Do you need a different size of anything?" "Not so far," my wife replied. "The brown one looks wonderful on him." I heard more snickers. I wished my wife wasn't talking so loud. "So what do you think honey," my wife asked. "It looks nice but I can hardly breathe," I replied. "And I could never sit down in this." "Oh, once you lose a few more pounds it will fit great," she responded. "I really think we should start going to the gym. Having this waiting for you at home will give you something to work for. Let's try the other one." She unfastened the hooks on the brown corset and I could breathe again. She helped me take it off and then handed me the other corset. "This one goes on the other way," she said. By that she meant that the hooks were in the front, although there was lacing in the back to adjust the fit. It was gorgeous; aqua, made of a sheer stretch material with lace and ruffles. This was nothing a guy would ever get to wear. I felt my cock strain against my panties as I pulled the beautiful garment around me and started to fasten the hooks. "These are a lot easier, aren't they honey?" my wife joked. I smiled back. As I fastened the hooks it was much more comfortable than the other corset; much less constraining. "I think this one fits better," I said. "Oh, don't be silly honey," she replied with a smile. "That's because I haven't tightened the laces yet. You'll have a much tinier waist before I get done with you." She began to tighten the laces and I felt the corset tighten against my tummy. It was getting a bit harder to breathe, but she continued to tighten. The mirror was to our side, so I could see my wife tightening the laces and see my waist getting narrower. I had to admit the corset looked better as it narrowed. It had a sort of "push up" effect on my breasts that made them look bigger. I had that feeling again; the feeling of looking at a girl in the mirror instead of me. It was starting to look darn good!. Even if it was getting very hard to breathe again. My wife finally gave up trying to tighten any more. "See honey!" she said with glee. "I told you this would make your waist tinier." She was being kind. My waist was far from tiny; it looked like a plus sized girl; but definitely narrower and definitely like a girl. "What do you think, honey?" "it looks... good... but I'm having trouble breathing again," I replied haltingly. "Can you loosen it just a bit?" Another knock. "How did the aqua one fit?" asked Adrienne. "Oh, he looks gorgeous in it!" my wife exclaimed. "Wonderful!" replied Adrienne. "I found a cute little blouse that goes with it. Would you like to try it too?" "Oh yes," my wife replied before I even had a chance to respond. She opeed the door to the dressing room just a bit and Adrienne handed it to her. "Oh, this is cute honey!" she said. She was obviously having a wonderful time helping me shop. "Okay, but can you please loosen the laces a bit," I asked again. "Oh, I'm sorry honey," she responded. "I was just so excited by how wonderful it looks on you." She looked down. "It looks like someone else has been excited too," she said as she reached down and fondled my cock through my shorts. It had grown to its maximum size, but fortunately the baggy shorts hid it. I was afraid she was going to give me another blowjob and I didn't know how I would react with other customers around. We might end up getting arrested. 'Save that thought," she said with a sly smile. "I've got plans for that later." With that she finally loosened the laces a tiny bit. Finally I could almost breathe. I slipped on the blouse. It was the same shade of aqua with some white flowers and lace trim. It fit much tighter than the shirt I had been wearing. "I think it's too small," I said as I slipped it on. "And the buttons are on the other side." After some struggles, I finally buttoned it. It was stretched tight across my breasts. It had 'darts' beneath the bust and princess seams and was much narrower toward the waist. From the cut and the color it was definitely a women's blouse. It fit very snuggly against the corset. If my tummy hadn't already been pulled in by the corset, I don't know that I could have buttoned it. "It's definitely too tight," I said. "Oh no, it's not," my wife responded a bit harshly. "I see lots of women wearing blouses that fit tight. You're always encouraging me to wear tight clothes. You were lusting after Kristi's body in her tight clothes so much that you filled your cute little panties with so much cum that it was running down your leg. So don't tell me there's anything wrong with a blouse that's a little tight. If it's okay for other women then it should be okay for you." She paused then gave me a hug. "Trust me, remember?" I took a deep breath, or as deep as I could get with that corset still around my waist. "You're right. If it's okay for you and for other women to wear tight clothes, then I guess I could wear this for you. After all, I doubt anybody will ever see me in it besides you. I trust you." "Good. Then we'll take it," she said to me. "But we really need to find some different pants to go with it. Let's go look." Before I knew it she was out the door, leaving it wide open. I stood there not knowing what to do. I could close it, but I knew I'd be in trouble with my wife for not following her. I could stand there looking like a fool, or I could follow her. I decided to follow. I was out in public in a blouse. As I left the dressing room I saw that the two women were still there, and they were quite surprised to see my outfit; the feminine aqua blouse and the black baggy shorts. I found my wife quickly. She was already talking to Adrienne. "Oh, that is gorgeous," said Adrienne, looking at me, then back at my wife. "You're right, some nice black pants would look great with it. Let me show you our special slacks and capris. We've spent considerable effort doing measurements of the female body to see how their proportions vary in the hips and waist. Some women are built almost like a guy, with almost the same dimensions at waist and hips. Other are moderately curvy, with a bit narrower waist and wider hips. And finally some are very curvy, with narrow waists and much broader hips. We've got three sets of sizes for these three body types. I think your husband would probably fit into the 'moderately curvy' style, certainly not the boyish style. Over here are the pants and capris in that fit. Why don't you look and see what you like?" We moved over to the racks that had the bottoms in that size. There were different colors and different styles. They had pants with skinny legs, boot cut, flares and wide leg. There were also jeans in the same range of styles. There were also pedal length to just below the knee and capris and gauchos. They had all of these in various colors. No wonder women's clothing areas are so much bigger than mens in a department store. My wife picked a black pair in skinny legs, one with flares and another the pedal length. "Let's try these honey," she said and we headed off to the dressing room again. I took off my shoes and then slipped off my shorts. My cock was quite aroused and my wife couldn't resist the opportunity to tease me. "You're really enjoying this aren't you. You like these ladies knowing you love girly clothes. Oh look at that wonderful cock of yours. It's so excited isn't it?" I nodded yes. "I bet it's full of lots of that yummy hot cum too isn't it? Would you like a little taste?" I was afraid to speak, but I meekly nodded yes. "She reached into my panties and scooped a bit of the pre-cum that was oozing from its tip. She waved it in front of my face for a moment, taunting me. "Open wide for your favorite little treat, sweetie." I opened my mouth and she stuck her cum covered finger into my mouth and I licked the cum off of it. "Mmmm, yummy isn't it? You usually just get to taste cum after it's been in my pussy. How do you like the taste coming straight from a cock? Maybe we can find a way for you to get some more cum right from the cock. With the way that corset helps your little boobies stand out I'm sure it would be easy for us to find a big cock to give you lots of hot cum. Mmmmmm. I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" I didn't know what to do so I nodded yes. I was soooo close to cumming again. Her voice suddenly changed from the teasing tone to a perkier one. "But first we need to try on these pants." She picked up the skinny pants and helped me slip them on. They were fairly snug, much more than my male clothes, but not uncomfortable. There was another knock on the door. "How are we doing?" asked Adrienne. "Do we need a larger size?" "Oh, no," my wife replied. "We need a smaller size." Adrienne went to get them. "Smaller?" I said. "These already fit a lot closer than my usual pants." "Honey, these pants have some spandex in them," she replied. "They are made to fit tighter and will stretch a bit." Adrienne returned with the smaller sizes and handed them to my wife. I slipped on the skinny pants again. They were very tight, but she was right; they did stretch. I had to admit that I liked the feel of the tight pants across my bottom. "Oh, wow," my wife said with a smile. She put her hand on my bottom. "That's a cute little ass you've got honey. Lots of girls would kill for an ass that looked that good." She moved behind me and rubbed her crotch up against my bottom moving as if she was fucking me in the ass. "Mmmm, mmmm." I bet Alison will be hot to get some of that sexy ass. I bet you can't wait for Alison to see that sexy ass." Alison was a woman I worked with that was a lesbian. She didn't mind people knowing that she and her girlfriend used strap-ons on each other. "oh, honey," I said with a dismissive tone. "Be serious." "Okay....." she replied with a very knowing grin. I knew my wife was kidding me about my ass looking that good. As I swiveled about in front of the mirror I had to agree it didn't look too bad. And her comment about Alison was silly. Alison had made it clear that she had no interest in men sexually, she was purely a lesbian. Of course I had sometimes fantasized about Alison and her girlfriend Kelli and what it would be like to watch them with one another. And my bottom twitched a bit as I imagined Alison with a strap-on standing behind me, with her hands on my hips, getting ready to penetrate my ass. Then I suddenly stopped. Wait! What was I imagining? Just stop thinking such ridiculous things. "Are you still with me honey?" I heard my wife say. "You seemed to be off in some other place. Imagining having fun with Alison I suppose. Maybe someday. But we need to try on the other pants." We tried on the wide leg pants. "Very flattering style for a plus size girl," my wife said with a smile. Then the pedal pants. They had buttons at the bottom, just below the knee. The others could be mistaken for guys pants except for how tight they fit. There was no mistaking these; they were girl's pants. "oh, I love these," my wife said excitedly. "Such a feminine style." "Okay, are we done now?" I asked with some exasperation in my voice. "Almost honey," she replied. "We still need to get you some stockings. It won't take us too much longer." "You're not going to make me try them on are you?" I asked. "No, I guess not," she responded. "I think you've had enough excitement in here for one day." "Oh, thank you!" I responded. "Of course tomorrow is another day," she replied with a huge grin. "Their sale is still going on tomorrow, and you know how I love a bargain." I decided not to object. She was probably just kidding me. I started to take off the pedal pants. "Oh, don't do that!" said my wife. "They look so much better than those baggy old shorts you wore in here. And the car is parked very close." "But someone will see me," I objected. "So what," she responded very firmly. "Those two women out in the store have been watching you almost since we got here. And have they said anything to you? No. And why is that? Because they don't really care. They want to gossip about something they haven't seen before, but do they really mind? Have they complained to Adrienne? No. They are enjoying it almost as much as you are. So quit being silly. Bring the other pants and come with me to look for some stockings." She opened the door and walked out into the store. My two 'fans' were still there as if they couldn't leave until the show was over. "You found some things you liked?" asked Adrienne. "Yes we did," my wife responded. "But we still need to find some stockings." "Very well," replied Adrienne who led us over to the area where they had pantyhose. "Do you know what size?" she asked. "Probably a tall in queen-sized," my wife replied. "Unless you have king-sized!" My wife and Adrienne both chuckled at her joke. "Sorry, not yet," Adrienne responded. "Maybe someday. Do you want pantyhose or stockings?" she was looking at me. "What's the difference?" I asked. "Well pantyhose go all the way to your waist and essentially have a panty in them," Adrienne explained. "Stockings either are the stay-up type that hold against your thigh, or require a garter belt." "That's a great idea!" exclaimed my wife. We went over to the area where they had garter belts. My wife held up a black garter belt. "Oh, you'd look lovely in this, and you know what black lingerie means," she said with a smile and I blushed bright red. "It's our most popular model," Adrienne noted. "It comes with this little black g-string. Men seem to find a black garter belt and stockings very sexy. I know my husband can't keep his hands off me when I wear mine." She was smiling at the thought. "That's what I'm hoping for," grinned my wife. I hoped she meant she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off me if I would wear it, but I didn't dare ask. My wife picked up an identical garter belt in white. "This is lovely too," she said. "It's a big seller to brides before their honeymoon," Adrienne said. "It's that virginal white that some men seem to adore." "Oh yes, I could see you as my little virgin bride," my wife grinned. There was something about her look that told me she had something specific in mind. We picked out both the black and white garter belts. Both came with those tiny little g-string panties. We also got two pair of black stockings, two pair of white and six pair of pantyhose, some in black, some in a skin-tone and others in a pattern. The stockings had lace at the top. I had no idea why she thought I needed all those hose, but I didn't argue. "I love the lace on these stockings," said Adrienne. "Nothing sexier than seeing a bit of lace at the top of a stocking as your skirt rides up a bit." "A skirt! That's a great idea," replied my wife. "Do you have a little black skirt in his size? The shorter the better." "Oh, yes I think we have something," replied Adrienne. "Let's look over here." They went over to a different rack, leaving me standing there in my girly outfit. Oh, no I thought. Not a skirt. Please don't make me try on a skirt. They quickly came back with my wife holding a short little black skirt. "Look honey," my wife said with excitement. "Your silky smooth legs should look terrific in this cute little skirt." She held it up in front of me. The bottom of the skirt was scalloped. It looked very girly; even for a skirt. "Oh, it's adorable. What do you think?" "It's very nice," I replied. It WAS cute. "I'm pretty sure it will fit," my wife responded. "Do you want to try it on, honey?" "Please no," I replied. "Oh, I understand honey," my wife replied with compassion in her voice. "You look so cute in what you have on. I know how it is to find a new outfit so cute that you just don't want to take it off. Sometimes you just have to wear that new outfit home. I understand." "uh... uh..." I didn't know what to say. "Is it okay if he wears his new outfit home?" she asked Adrienne. "Certainly as long as I get the tags from them," Adrienne replied. "Honey, go get your bra and the other clothes you wore in here," my wife said. I did as asked and returned with my shorts, blouse (I mean shirt) and shorts in my arms. Adrienne came around the counter with a pair of scissors to cut off the tags. She reached down and cut them from the pants and then did the blouse. "Sorry, I need to get the tags from your corset," she said. I unbuttoned the blouse most of the way down and she was able to reach in and cut the tags off the corset. "You know I really like it with the blouse unbuttoned," my wife said. "Why don't you leave it that way?" At this point I was too exhausted to put up a fight so I left it. "Will there be anything else?" Adrienne asked. "I guess not," replied my wife. You don't sell sandals do you? These cute pedal pants really don't look right with his tennis shoes." "I'm afraid we don't ma'am," Adrienne replied. "But I do have another idea. We have these cute little socks trim in various colors. I think we have a pair that would look very nice with that blouse and corset." She went over to a rack and brought back a pair that had trim almost identical to the blouse and corset. "Oh, perfect," my wife said excitedly. "What other colors do you have them in?" "We have pink, lavender, and baby blue," Adrienne responded. "We'll take one of each," my wife replied. "Here honey, put these on." I went back into the dressing room and changed my socks. The aqua trim looked very feminine. As she was ringing up our purchases Adrienne said "You know there is a Payless Shoes store at the other end of the center. I know from other customers that they often have a good selection of larger sizes in women's shoes. I believe they have quite a few male shoppers there." "Oh that's a great idea!" responded my wife. "We'll do that." As we paid for our items Adrienne asked "So will we be seeing you again tomorrow? Tomorrow is the last day of our sale." I looked at my wife to see the answer, hoping that it would be no. "Maybe....." she replied. "I think he wants to spend some time working on his hair, so he knows how to make it look nice for work Monday." I was so glad to hear that was our plan. "I think we may be back though. He'll be needing some nice new clothes to wear to the office that go with his new look." "Well we have a very nice selection of clothing designed for the professional woman," Adrienne replied. "I'm sure you'll be able to find a number of nice things." "I know I'll be looking forward to it," replied my wife. We took our packages and headed for the door. My two 'fans' were waiting near the door. Apparently they didn't want to miss a thing. One of them stopped us as we got amost to the door. "Excuse me," she said. May I ask you a question?" "Sure," my wife replied. I was wanting to crawl in a hole somewhere. "Did he lose a bet or something," she asked. "What do you mean," my wife replied, knowing exactly what she meant. "I mean the hair and all the women's clothes," she asked. "He must have lost a bet or something for him to do all this, didn't he, or is he just gay?" "Actually some men just enjoy wearing women's clothing," interrupted Adrienne, coming to my defense. "Most of them aren't gay, and they have wives or girlfriends. I've had a number of male customers over the years. Lots of them just like the look and feel of women's clothes, or maybe just like to dress up sometimes. "Don't their wives mind?" she asked in amazement. Adrienne responded, "Some of their wives like them to get dressed up and they go out together; shopping, dinner, or whatever. Others enjoy having sex while their husband or boyfriend is dressed as a woman. And unfortunately, some wives don't want any part of it." "I don't mind at all. I like it," responded my wife. "I think he looks sexy." "Actually those clothes don't look too bad on him," her friend said. "I agree," my wife replied. "When we get home at night he's the one who makes dinner, who cleans up, does laundry and all the housework." "Wow, that sounds like a wife!" the woman responded. "And our sex is much better since he's been dressing in women's lingerie," my wife continued. "He's so much kinder and gentler. He's not as aggressive and focused on himself as guys are. He makes love more like a girl, including sucking my pussy for hours on end if I want him to. I've thrown away all his male undies. All he has are pretty panties. And we just bought him some more lovely bras to wear yesterday. He just loves the way his little boobies look in a bra." "He makes love like a girl!" the other woman said. "You mean he doesn't use his penis?" "Oh course he does," my wife replied. "He fucks me like a guy would, but his cock isn't usually enough to make me cum. So after he cums in me he'll suck me as long as I want; until I cum too; sometimes more than once. Oh, and he'll use one of our sex toys to fuck me while he's sucking me." "He sucks your pussy after he cums in it?" she asked. "My husband would never do that!" "Oh you should make him do it," my wife replied. "It's heaven to have a pussy full of cum and then have someone suck you and fuck you with a sex toy at the same time. It's almost as good as really being sucked and fucked at the same time." "Oh wow," she responded. "When I first saw you I felt sorry for you to have a husband that looked like him. But now I'm almost jealous. You're a lucky woman." "Oh, I've never been happier. And he hasn't either. There's an article you should read," my wife suggested. "It's about how to get your husband to do whatever you want. The author has lots of experience getting her husband to do what she wants." She told them the magazine and the issue it was in. So obviously my wife had seen that article. I'd have to ask her about that later. "Thank you so much for the information," she responded. My wife said they were welcome and we finally left the store. Here I was outside all dressed in girl's clothes for the first time. At the time I assumed it might be the only time I ever did it. I was glad to be almost to the safety of the car. "Where are you going dear?" my wife asked as I reached the car. She was still on the sidewalk. "I think Adrienne had a great idea to check at Payless for sandals. We're going there first." I saw the store around a corner toward the other end of the shopping center. To get there we'd go past at least a dozen other stores. "Do we have to?" I asked. "Well honey those socks are cute, but some sandals would be much better," my wife said. "Now let's just get you some cute sandals to finish the outfit and we'll go home for the evening. I've still got some plans for that little cock of yours." I figured I didn't really have any choice. It was approaching dinner time, so the shopping center was less busy than it had been earlier. We headed down the sidewalk for the shoe store. As we walked I could see my reflection in the windows of the various stores. At one store the clerks were standing alone inside the store looking outside. They looked a little bored as these two women walked past; no wait-- one of them looks like a guy! I could see one clerk call out to the other and point my direction. Fortunately, we were past the store quickly. I was sure they ran to the window to get a better look, but I didn't dare look back. We made it to the shoe store without running into any people. This was a self service shoe store. As we entered the store the clerk behind the checkout counter said cheerfully 'hello ladies." I didn't want to correct her. Maybe she wouldn't notice I was a guy. We headed for the section of large size ladies shoes. I was glad to see there were no other people in that aisle. "You take a size 10 in men's, so that's probably a 12 in ladies shoes," my wife advised. We found the womens size 12 shoes. They were right next to the men's large size shoes. I bet that made it easier for a guy to shop for girls shoes here. You could quickly pretend to be looking at men's shoes if anyone came along to see you. "Here are some sandals," I said, picking up a pair of simple flat sandals. "Oh, honey, those are way too boring for your first girl shoes," she replied. "We need to find you something sexy, something with a heel. Wearing heels makes your legs look nicer and also sometimes make your ass look tighter. Not that you need to tighten up that cute little ass of yours," she teased. "Let's try these cute espadrilles. They match your blouse and corset almost perfectly." I recognized espadrilles as a type of shoe I'd seen lots of women wear. They were cute, but had three and a half inch heels. They had a jute wedge, like all espadrilles, and cute little straps across the ball of the foot and around the back that were almost the same color as my blouse and corset. Just then the clerk appeared at the end of the aisle wearing a friendly smile. "Are you ladies finding everything? Do you need any help?" Suddenly she stopped and her mouth fell open. She had obviously taken a better look at me and seen I was a guy. "I'm ... sorry... Do you ... um... folks need anything?" I was as red as I could possibly be. "Yes my husband would like to try on some of your shoes and he's not wearing stockings," my wife replied. "Do you have any footies we could use?" "Of course," she replied and headed off quickly to get a pair. She reappeared in a few seconds with a pair of little nylon footies. "Here you go... sir." She went back to the counter. My wife had me sit on a bench to try them on. I slipped on the footies and then the espadrilles. They seemed to fit fairly well; not too tight. "Stand up honey," she requested and I did as I was told. They felt funny. My feet were at a funny angle and they pulled on the back of my lower legs, like standing on tip-toe. "They look adorable! Let me see you walk in them." I felt very wobbly as I walked a couple of steps. "How do they fit?" she asked. "Okay, I think," I replied. "They make my legs hurt though." "Welcome to the wonderful world of femininity," she laughed. "What we girls do to look nice for a man. You better get used to it honey. Now walk for me some more so you can tell how they feel." I walked some more, still very wobbly from the heels. With every few steps it got a bit easier. "Do they feel okay?" she asked. "I guess so," I replied. "I really can't tell since I've never worn heels before." "We'll take them then," she replied. "Let's see what else they have you might look good in." I was standing facing the front of the store, watching as my wife looked through the shelves for other shoes she thought I might like. "Oh, they've got so many nice things, not only sandals, but some nice pumps. Here's a cute pair of dressier sandals." The clerk came back and stood in the aisle to see if we needed anything else, or maybe to see the femmed up guy try on more shoes. Cheap entertainment I guess. I sat down to take off the espadrilles and try the next pair, a pair of dressier black sandals, with just a tiny little three inch heel, probably about one quarter inch across. "Did the espadrilles fit?" the clerk asked. "Yes they did," my wife replied. "They look adorable with his outfit," the clerk replied. "They match almost perfectly." "Yes we thought so too," my wife replied. "We just bought this at the other end of the center." "Oh I thought it looked familiar," the clerk replied. "I've been over to check out their big sale." "Yes, we got a very good deal," my wife replied. "He was so excited that he insisted on wearing it home." I blushed even more as I tried to stand in these tiny heels. I was really wobbling with these. "Let me see you walk in them honey," my wife said. I tried to walk, almost falling with each step. My wife looked over at the clerk. "These are his first heels." "Oh, I've seen it lots of times before," replied the clerk. "Teenage girls trying to walk in those pointy little high heels. Just have to look sexy for the boys I guess!" she laughed. "That's just the look we were going for," said my wife, laughing at her joke. "How do they feel honey?" "I guess they fit okay," I responded. "But it's really hard for me to walk in these. "You'll learn honey," my wife replied. "Sit down for a minute and we'll see what else they may have." "What are you looking for," the clerk asked. "Something for the office," my wife replied. "Professional, but not conservative." "Well these black pumps are very nice," the clerk replied. "They have a bit larger heel surface so they would be easier to walk in." They had me try them. They were similar to what I'd seen lots of women wear at work, sometimes with lower heels. They were easier to walk in than the dressy sandals and felt pretty good too. My wife decided we would take them too. "Anything else?" the clerk asked. "Well I'd like something that could be worn to work but that is more striking, maybe some type of bright color," my wife replied. I sat down to remove the pumps. "Oh, I've got just the thing!" the clerk replied with excitement. "They just came in this morning and I haven't put them out yet." She went into the back of the store to get them and emerged with them a moment later. She was very excited as she opened the box for my wife to see. "That's perfect!" my wife cried out. "You are going to LOVE these honey!" With great excitement she pulled out the shoes; red shoes; red pumps with a pointy little heel kind of like the sandals but even higher. Four inch heels! "Don't you love them dear!" I smiled. I was happy to see her so excited by a pair of shoes. They were striking; that was true. And I had seen some of the girls at work wear something similar, but with lower heels. I knew my wife was just teasing about them being for work. I knew they would never leave our house if we bought them. But they were gorgeous. sexy. That was what they were, very sexy. "They're very pretty," I finally replied. "Try them on honey!" my wife asked with excitement. I slipped them on. They fit very nicely. I liked them. I stood up. They pulled the backs of my legs even more, but I liked them. "Walk in them honey," my wife insisted. I walked. I wobbled. I walked some more, looking down at the gorgeous, sexy shoes. "Do you like them, honey? my wife asked with that 'pretty please' voice of hers, but she didn't need to. I did like them. "Yes, they are very pretty," I replied. She hugged me with excitement. It was a bit strange since I was taller than I usually was, due to the heels. "Oh, I remember when I was in college I had a pair just like those. They were one of my favorites to wear on dates. Oh, how those boys used to loooooove those shoes. I think it made them even hornier. I used to call them my 'fuck-me pumps'. They never failed to get me laid, sometimes more than once. Ooooh, ooooh, those were some wild times. I hope you enjoy those shoes as much as I did mine." I was bright red again, not knowing what to say. The clerk was smiling and trying hard not to laugh out loud. "I think I'd like to get home and see if those shoes work as well for you as they did for me," said my wife very suggestively. The clerk had to leave the aisle to keep from laughing out loud in front of me. We picked up our bags from the clothing store and the shoes we had selected and went to the counter. The clerk was very professional as she rang up our sale. She started to put the shoes into a bag when my wife stopped her. "Can my husband wear the espadrilles home," she asked. "Certainly," the clerk replied. She took the espadrilles out and handed them to me. I really didn't want to wear them out of the store, but I didn't want to make a scene. I went over to a bench, sat down and changed shoes. I gave my tennis shoes and socks to the clerk and she put them in the box, then put them into a bag. "Please come back," she said. "We actually have guys in here buying women's shoes quite frequently. I think that's one of the reasons we stock so many shoes in larger sizes. Of course most of them aren't as ...... nicely dressed as you are." "Than you so much for your assistance," my wife replied. "I'm sure we will be back. We left the store and headed back down the sidewalk toward the car. "Can we please go home now?" I begged. "Of course dear. Unless you want to go out to dinner," my wife replied with a sly grin. "No just home please," I continued to beg. "Yes, dear, you've had quite an exciting day," she replied. "Why don't you let me make dinner tonight?" That was unusual and I wasn't about to object. We walked down the sidewalk with me carrying my four bags, two from the clothing store and two from the shoe store. I was still wobbling a bit in the espadrilles, although the wedge was much easier to walk on than the pointy heeled shoes. I walked much slower than usual and my wife was walking faster than me for once. "Now you see why I can't keep up with you when I'm wearing heels, don't you dear," she said. We walked along and made it past the store where the clerks had stared at me earlier and had only a few more stores to go past before we were to the car. Almost home free. Then, as we approached the entrance to an office supply store the door opened and a woman came out, just a few feet in front of us. I tried to look away in hopes that she wouldn't notice that I was a guy, but she suddenly stopped and said "Victoria! What are you doing here?" Oh my god. It was Lucy. Lucy from my office. Lucy who loved to tease me at work. 'You're such a girl sometimes' she'd say. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be Lucy? My wife replied cheerily "Oh we were just out shopping." I was still trying to look away in hopes she wouldn't recognize me. My wife took my arm. "Honey, don't be shy. Say hi to your friend, Lucy." I turned and looked at her. "Hello, Lucy," I said. "Oh my god!" she shrieked. She was trying very hard not to laugh. "It's you Gregory! Brenda told us you were getting a 'new look', but none of us ever dreamed you'd take it this far, at least not so fast." "How do you think he looks?" my wife asked. "Well.... I'd say... it's you. It's just about perfect for you. That hairstyle is definitely you. I've never seen you look better." All the while she was stifling a laugh. "is this what you're going to wear to work Monday?" "Well... I don't know... I don't think so," I replied very hesitantly. "Oh, you should!" Lucy replied. "All the girls would love to see you in this outfit. I can't wait to tell them about it. Of course, from all the packages you re carrying it looks like you've got lots of other clothes to choose from. I've always said that you were such a girl sometimes. I guess I was right. I can't wait to see you wear them all!" "Well, it was nice to see you Lucy, but we've got to be going," said my wife. "Got a hot date with a couple of guys?" she joked. "Not this weekend," said my wife, laughing. "He's got to get used to his heels first. We'll see you Lucy." "Goodbye Lucy," I said. "Oh I just can't wait for Monday," she said, laughing. "I'll have to call some of the girls and tell them. They'll all be there early to see you I'm sure. Especially Alison. You know how she likes hot looking girls. And I think your haircut is very similar to Kelli's. You better watch out for Alison. Bye bye." She headed off to her car, still chuckling. We finally made it back to our car. I opened the driver's side door for my wife and then went around and got in the passenger side. "Can we just stay home tomorrow?" I asked as my wife headed for home. "Of course we can dear," replied my wife. "If that's what you want to do. But now that Lucy has seen you, you may want to get a few more nice clothes for the office. You decide. We'll just stay home and let you get caught up on the housework, or whatever you'd like to do." "Would you help me with my hair?" I asked. "I mean, would you help me see how to make my hair look less girly?" "Of course I'll help you with your hair, dear," she replied. "I want it to look lovely when you get to work Monday. Brenda and Lucy and the girls will be looking forward to seeing your new look. But it's going to look girly. That haircut is very girly, but it's very flattering to you. You just need to accept that dear." Why did we have to see Lucy? I knew I'd be worrying about my hair and my clothes for the remainder of the weekend. If my wife hadn't been such good friends with my boss, they wouldn't know anything about my new hairstyle, and I might be able to find a way to make it look less girly. Now that we'd seen Lucy I didn't know what I would do. What would I do. I was looking for any ideas I could find.