My First Bra - Part 10 free porn video

In Part 9 we returned home from our second day of shopping. I was concerned about how to make my hair look more like a guy's, but I decided I could probably make it look ok. After dinner, my wife told me another erotic story, asking me to imagine I was the main character, a college girl. Afterwards she explained why she has told me the stories, but I couldn't understand it all. I slept well Saturday night, better than I thought I would. I had convinced myself that I could make my hair look like a guy's and that everyone would think Lucy had made up a story about seeing me in girl's clothes and a girly hairdo. I woke up early and went into our bathroom to see how my hair looked. My wife was still asleep. I stood in front of our mirror. I was still in my clothes from yesterday, the corset and skirt, the garter belt and stockings. My bangs came down to just above my eyebrows, which had a lovely feminine arch to them. The remainder of my hair was all one length, to just below my chin. It was nice that the hair didn't look too mussed, even after sleeping on it. An attractive hairstyle, I had to agree. I remembered women I had seen with a similar hairstyle. They looked nice; professional. But sometimes they could look sexy. I guess it depended on the rest of their look. I took my brush, sat down at my wife's makeup table and decided to see what I could do to make my hair look more masculine. I tried to comb the bangs to one side; they were too short, it just didn't work. I tried combing them back; it just looked goofy. The best I could do was get the bangs to look a little like pictures I've seen of The Beatles. They didn't look like girls; but then again the rest of their hair was much shorter than mine. I tried some other approaches. None of them seemed to work. I guess I was stuck with a girl's hairstyle. My wife had told me that it was going to look girly. I thought about what my wife had said last night. "Honey, it's okay for you to look like a girl. I like the way you look as a girl. I'm very certain that with some makeup and some practice in your walking and mannerisms you could easily be mistaken for a girl." I looked at my face; definitely a masculine face. A wide nose, really too big to ever allow this to be a pretty face. But the eyebrows certainly helped. Very feminine. I thought about the stories my wife had told me. It was odd that she had me imagine her as the lead character in the stories, the slutty college girl. My wife was not like that at all, she was a very classy woman who dressed very professionally, not like a whore. I thought about what my wife had said after she told me the story. "I want you to understand. Understand what it's like for a woman to be desired by big strong men; real men with big cocks that stretch out your pussy and make your body shake as you cum with excitement." What do you suppose she meant. I certainly am not a big strong man, and my cock was far from big. And it had been a very long time since my cock had made her body cum with excitement. I was very good at getting her to cum with my mouth though, especially when I used one of our big toys so she was 'sucked and fucked'. Her character in the story seemed to like that even better than the big cocks she had fucked. Did she mean she was going to leave me for some guy with a big cock? No, I don't think so; she just told me she always wanted to be married to me, so that can't be it, or can it? What else did she say? "Understanding what it's like to make love to a woman; so soft and gentle; making you cum just as hard, but so different than with a man." I didn't understand that at all. I've been making love to her for all our married life. "Understanding how you can love a woman and want want to be with her, but love her enough to let her go." Maybe she was thinking about leaving me. I couldn't imagine how I could live without her, I'd be devastated if she left me. But why would she have me wearing these women's clothes and hairstyle if she was leaving me? No other women would be interested in me looking like this. Actually, it was amazing that my wife and I ever got together in the first place. I was always very shy around women. I had a crush on a girl that was a cheerleader, but when I asked her out she turned me down; I think she had to wash her hair that night. I asked one other girl out and she also turned me down. So I never had a date until my sophomore year of college. Until that time I just hung out with guy friends of mine, playing sports board games, going to baseball games, etc. If it was today, we'd be the geeky guys spending all of our time playing video games in our parent's basement. I finally had a couple of dates early in my sophomore year; freshman girls that were impressed by me being a sophomore, but they were both pretty disappointing dates, we really didn't hit it off at all. The guy who lived across the hall in my dorm that year was a freshman from a small town. He and his high school sweetheart (Linda) both started at college that year. She was cute. They didn't really seem to be hitting it off very well now that they had gotten to college. It was pretty common for high school romances to end once the two of them got to college and started to meet a wider circle of people. One Friday my best friend and I headed off to happy hour; the drinking age was 19 in our state back then. We both got pretty drunk and came back to our dorm just in time to make it for dinner. When we got in line we were right behind Linda and her roommate. My friend and I were joking around a lot and apparently were pretty humorous. We ended up sitting at the same table they did. My friend and I continued to joke around and I was telling Linda how lucky her boyfriend was to have such a cute girlfriend and other things like that. I don't think I realized it at the time, but I guess I was actually hitting on her. After dinner I made it back up to my room and passed out. A few hours later I awoke from the ringing of my phone. I answered it and it was Linda. She wanted to know if I had meant the things I had said at dinner. I wasn't sure I remembered everything I said, but I told her yes. She told me that her boyfriend was taking them back to their hometown in the morning and she wanted to see me before they left. I figured out it was about 10 pm. I left my room and met her in a lounge area of her dorm. We talked for a while and she told me she was going to break up with her boyfriend that weekend so she could date me. I was still pretty drunk and had a pounding headache, so I pretty much just listened and said okay. I wasn't able to think too clearly anyway. That night we had our first kiss and she said goodbye. I went back to my room to sleep it off. I spent the weekend worrying about what was going to happen. Would the guy across the hall be angry at me. How would I be able to live that close to a person that would hate me, and how could she come visit me in my room with him across the hall. I told my friend what had happened and he was mad at me. 'You don't steal another guy's girlfriend,' he said. Sunday night Linda called me when she got back. She had broken up with her boyfriend, but she had ridden back to campus with him (and a couple of other friends from that town). We got together for a while and she told me she wanted us to start dating. She didn't think her boyfriend would be too angry. She said he had taken it pretty well. She hadn't said anything about me fortunately. I went back to my room. The word was already out that Linda and her boyfriend had broken up. My friend was still mad at me, and I had my first real girlfriend. I'll skip the details but suffice it to say that the guy across the hall was never mad at me. I think he was actually glad to get rid of her. If I hadn't been so naive maybe I would have seen that as a trouble sign instead of a blessing. Dating as a college student is often doing things like studying together, eating together, going to parties, anything that is cheap. We spent lots of our time together, some of it alone in my room. (I was fortunate to not have a roommate.) Since I had never even gotten to first base on my other dates, I certainly didn't push things physically. In fact I thought that you were supposed to be a virgin until you married and that whoever you first had sex with would be the person you spent your life with. My parents had a wonderful, loving marriage and spent most of their time together, so I assumed someday my marriage would be like theirs. So naive!!! Even though I wasn't trying to push things physically my wife got impatient. Apparently she and her boyfriend had been having sex for some time and she was on the pill. I guess her mother had made sure she 'had protection.' She was the one that moved our physical relationship forward. I remember the first time we had sex. It was a disaster! Her pussy was too dry and too tight and my cock wasn't stiff enough to be able to get it in her. I don't know if it was anxiety or what that kept me from getting hard, since I had no trouble getting hard when I was jacking myself off alone in my room. I was so upset my the experience that I think I even cried. She tried to comfort me and said it was okay; she would love me even if we could never have sex. Our sex life never got much better. I'm sure I wasn't very good, but she wasn't very interested. We certainly got to the point where I would always cum (I was a guy afer all) but I don't know that she ever had an orgasm; not that I even knew she was supposed to. But we'd had sex, so I assumed she was the person for me to spend my life with. So naive!!! The other parts of our relationship weren't much better. We really didn't have much in common. Her interests weren't mine. She liked expensive clothes. I was happy in jeans and sweatshirts. I was focussed on sports, she really had little interest. But we spent most of our time together because that was how I thought it was supposed to be. By the time my sophomre year was over we had decided to get married, and scheduled it for right after the end of my junior year of college. During that time we did all the wedding planning things. She was the only daughter in her family so her parents wanted a big wedding. There were lots of things going on about the wedding. Our relationship never got better and in fact got even worse. We argued more frequently; that was really strange to me because my parents almost never argued. By the time our wedding date was here I was pretty sure I didn't really want to marry her, but we'd told everybody and there were all these plans, and everybody would be disappointed; and after all, we did have sex, so she must be the one for me. Our marriage wasn't any better than our courtship. Linda decided she wanted to quit school and get a job for my senior year. Her parents blamed me for that decision, but Linda never really was interested in college anyway. When I graduated I took a job with a large accounting firm a few hours from where we went to college. My job was going pretty well. Although I was painfully shy, my bosses recognized I was a good worker and I did well. Linda had always wanted to work as a buyer for a department store. She got a job working in a department store as a sales clerk. The problem was that I had a regular day job and she worked quite a few evenings and weekends. We spent less time together, which gave us less time to argue, but didn't help our marriage. She made friends with an assistant buyer who was single and liked to go out to the bars after work. Linda started going with her sometimes, then more often. Instead of getting home at 9:30 or so it was often after midnight and she smelled of smoke (I never liked smoking). She started talking about other people from work; guys from work. I'd sometimes go over to the department store to see here while she was working, since I saw her less and less at home. Sometimes I would see her talking to guys that worked there, often the same guy. Our marriage wasn't happy but I didn't know what to do. After all, I was supposed to have a blissfully happy marriage like my parents. One day when I came hom from work she told me she wanted us to separate for a while. She was going to move in with her friend the assistant buyer. I was devastated! Even with all the troubles in our relationship I never dreamed we'd end up divorced. A couple weeks later she said she'd decided she wanted a divorce. I was shocked by that but said okay. We went to a lawyer and said we wanted a 'friendly divorce.' He drew up some papers, sent them to me to sign, I signed them and a month or so later got a copy in the mail indicating we were divorced. We didn't have much yet, wedding presents, two cars not yet paid for, and a few pieces of furniture. It was easy to divide things up. She took her stuff and went her own way. I only saw her about twice after that. I found out that she had moved in with the guy I used to see her talking to before we were even officially divorced. They got married a few months later and according to our college alumni directory they still are married. Looking back it was pretty obvious she'd been having an affair with that guy for quite a while when we were married. I had no idea until well after the fact. So naive!!! I was devasted by this. Here I had tricked some woman into marrying me and she had dumped me for some other guy. I was destined to be alone forever. I was depressed. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. All I did was work, then go home and watch TV. I watched lots of romantic movies. I started to really enjoy them. It took many months before I started to come out of it. But when I did I found I was somewhat more outgoing than before. I got better at making an impression. I learned how to almost sweep a girl off her feet by paying attention to what interested her and focusing on her. I was funny. I was charming. She was flattered by all the attention I paid to her. I could get a first date, but they were usually a disappointment to her. I had no second act. After sweeping her off her feet with all the attention I didn't know what to do next. I was boring. I got a little better. There were a couple of girls where we had a half dozen dates. I even had sex with a couple of them. It was better than with my wife, but not amazing for me and apparently not too great for them either. The big change for me came one night when I was out with some clients for dinner and then drinks at a bar. We had quite a bit to drink and I danced with a girl I met there. I believe I was even dancing with a rose in my teeth at one point, but it was all a little fuzzy the next morning. She was quite taken by me and I got her number. I called her for a date. She said she had just broken up with someone and agreed to go out with me. We had a nice dinner and she wanted to go back to her place. We each had a couple drinks with dinner so we were feeling good, but not really drunk. When we got to her place we started to make out. Things progressed quickly and we ended up in her bed. As I was kissing her she encouraged me to move down and suck on her pussy. I had never done that before, but I was feeling good enough that I was willing to give it a try. She loved it. She moaned and moved her hips as I licked her pussy. I had no idea what I was doing but apparently I have some natural talent for that. After doing that for a while I finally moved up and entered her with my hard cock. We fucked for a while and then I moved her legs up against her chest and pushed into her pussy as far as I possibly could. I still don't remember what caused me to do that. Maybe it was her idea. Anyway, as my cock hit bottom she came with a fantasic rush. I still remember she had the most amazing look of ecstasy on her face as she came. God I loved that look; I loved being able to give her that pleasure. Seeing that reaction was way better than any orgasm I'd ever had. It changed my life. Unfortunately she got back with her ex just a few days later. She told me we'd had a wonderful night and she'd always remember it, but she was going to try to make things work. I never heard from her again. It was my only 'one night stand.' Just a week or so later I was working with a female client who owned a company. She was probably my favorite client since she was so pleasant; and so attractive. Classy was the word to describe her. I'd worked with other women in management at various companies and many were nice, but I found many to be very intimidating; not necessarily on purpose but they just exuded a vibe that made them overpowering, unapproachable. Of course many men have the same aura. This woman just seemed so approachable. I was relaxed around her. She was always so nice to me when I was working for her. When I was working in her office she was interested in my comfort and what she or her company could do to make my job easier. She had some tax problems and thought she was going to have to pay significant penalties and a bunch of back taxes. I spent a lot of time reviewing and researching some arcane parts of the tax codes and was able to find a way for her to not only avoid the taxes she thought she would have to pay, but even get a bit of money back. She was thrilled with me. She insisted on taking me out to dinner. I was feeling good; very satisfied with myself for what I had done. We had a couple drinks with dinner. I was funny. I was charming. I was flirting with her a bit even though she was married. I think I figured I was safe in doing that since she was married there was no chance she would take me up on it. We had a terrific dinner. We really hit it off with each other. She looked gorgeous; a white blouse and a black skirt with black stockings and black heels; classy, very professional, but yet she still looked sexy. We talked and laughed. We talked about movies and she was amazed that I liked romantic movies; chick flicks. It was better than any date I had ever been on. Too bad it wasn't a date and she was married. When we finished dinner she said she had some paperwork at home she wanted to give me, so I followed her home. She invited me in. I said I didn't want to impose on her time. She said her husband was out of town and she would appreciate the company. She had me sit on the couch and offered me a drink; I accepted it. She went into the kitchen to make the drink and when she returned it looked like she may have unbuttoned one of the buttons on her blouse; but that was probably just my imagination. She sat at the opposite end of the couch and crossed her legs. The skirt rode higher on her thigh. The lace at the top of her stockings was visible. God, she looked incredible! The drinks had seemed to relax each of us. She started to talk about her husband and their marriage. I told her about my marriage and how disastrous it was. She told me more about her marriage and it sounded very bad also. They had little in common and he was not at all supportive of her career. He wanted her to stay home and be his little 'Susie Homemaker.' We seemed to be trying to top each other's stories on how bad our marriages were. I told her how lousy my sex life was with my wife. She told me that her husband didn't care about her when they had sex, he was just interested in unloading his balls into her pussy, then rolling over and going to sleep. She thought he might be cheating on her too. I told her that he must be a fool; he was lucky to have such an intelligent, beautiful, wonderful wife, and that he should be more supportive of her career if that was important to her. Looking back I see that I was essentially duplicating the experience I had with my first wife; telling her that the man she was with was lucky to have her, at a time that she doubted whether she still wanted to be with him. She moved closer. I could smell her perfume; the scent intoxicated me further. We continued to talk, to laugh. This was fun; the most fun I'd ever had with a woman. She was relaxed, enjoying it too. She said she wanted to show me the documents she needed to give me. She moved closer still and handed me the documents. I started to look at them. She put her hand on my thigh. I couldn't breathe. I didn't know what to do. I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted to make love to this fantastic woman, but I didn't dare try. I tried to concentrate on the papers. As she explained some of what was on them her hand moved higher. She moved closer still and kissed me on the cheek. I turned my head towards her and she kissed me on the lips; a long, slow, wonderful kiss; the best kiss of my life. I dropped the papers on the floor. She took my hand and moved it to her breast. My God, what wonderful breasts! I wanted to caress those breasts. I touched it lovingly as we kissed again. It felt wonderful in my hand. I could feel her nipple through the material of her blouse and bra. We kissed some more while I caressed her breasts. God, I was so excited. She reached down and put her hand on my cock through my pants. I was more aroused than I had ever been. I was afraid I was going to cum in my pants right there. She reached up and moved my hand from her breast. When she started to move it I thought that it was over, she was putting a stop to this. But instead she moved my hand to her upper thigh, above her stockings. Wow, I was so close to her pussy. I would love to touch her pussy, to make her feel pleasure, to bring her to orgasm. I moved my hand higher and found her panties. I was afraid to go further, but I wanted so much to touch her, to pleasure her. I slipped my finger under her panties and reached the object of my desire. I slipped a finger into her pussy and she moaned, she lay back against the couch and closed her eyes as I continued to touch her. She was obviously enjoying my touch as much as I was enjoying touching her. It was wonderful to see her reaction to my touch. It was similar to the reaction I got on the one night stand I had. I just loved making this woman feel good. After a few minutes of this she opened her eyes, grabbed me by the hand and said "let's go to my bedroom." "What about your husband?" I asked, afraid that she might be getting carried away with the moment and regret it later. "Screw my husband!" she said. "I need you to fuck me." With that I followed her into her bedroom. She threw back the covers and kicked off her shoes. "Get those clothes off!" she commanded and I did what I was told. She pulled off her blouse without unbuttoning it, undid her bra and pulled off her skirt and panties and climbed onto the king size bed. She still had on a garter belt and the black stockings. She looked wonderful. I was entranced by her beauty, her sexuality, but even naked she still looked classy. "Come over here and fuck me!" she commanded. I climbed on the bed and moved toward her luscious body. She lay back so I could fuck her, but I didn't want this experience to end. As excited as I was I knew I'd cum immediately if I entered her. Without even thinking I moved down to put my mouth on her pussy. I didn't know if she'd be repulsed or excited, but I just couldn't resist that beautiful pussy of hers. As I moved toward her pussy she started to say "where are you go..." but she moaned as soon as my tongue touched her beautiful pussy. Immediately her body was moving and she was moaning. "Oh ... that feels so wonderful! I've missed that wonderful feeling..." I didn't know what she meant about missing that feeling, but it was so fantastic to be able to give her such pleasure. I licked and sucked that delicious pussy with as much enthusiasm as I had ever put into anything I had done. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced. After a long while she cried out that she was going to cum and I licked even faster, spurring her to an intense orgasm. I felt so wonderful to have given her that pleasure. It was so much better than any orgasm I'd ever experienced myself, to be able to do that for her, for this wonderful, beautiful woman. After her orgasm subsided she motioned for me to move up next to her. She kissed me; slowly, lovingly. It wasn't a kiss of passion; it was different; it was a kiss of love. "I want you to fuck me," she said in a breathy voice filled with passion. After all the time I'd been concentrating on her, my own arousal had diminished a bit, but her words quickly brought my cock back to attention. I moved on top of her and slid my cock into her wet pussy. It slid in easily. I began to move and she responded. She was very vocal, saying things like "I need your hard cock", "yes! fuck me with that big hard cock" and finally "give me your cum. I need your hot cum in me." Needless to say the last words sent my cum shooting into her pussy. She came again just as I exploded into her. I collapsed next to her and put my arms around her. I didn't want this moment to ever end. I'd never felt so wonderful. I loved this woman. I would do anything for this woman. I could tell this woman was my soulmate. I wanted to lie there with her in my arms forever. It was quite some time before she spoke. "I haven't felt anything that wonderful for a long, long time," she finally said. "Thank you." I didn't know what to say in response. I just hugged her tighter. She smiled and I knew that was what she wanted. We both drifted off to sleep for a while. I awoke after a while with her still sleeping. She looked very peaceful, very relaxed. She seemed to be smiling, maybe having a pleasant dream. I was so happy to be holding her. Soon she awoke, gave a little shrug of her shoulders and a smile. "I feel so wonderful," she said. "Do you want me to go?" I asked. "Oh, no," she replied with a sleepy smile as she hugged me tighter. "I don't want you to ever go. You are such a wonderful, beautiful, sweet, sweet man. I don't ever want to let you go." We went back to sleep in each other's arms. When I awoke she was already awake, lying in bed next to me, just looking at me, lovingly. When my eyes started to open she kissed me and wrapped her arms back around me. "I want to thank you," she said and she moved down to take my cock into her mouth. She licked on it gently, lovingly. This was for my pleasure, but I could tell she was enjoying doing it for me. My cock grew from her actions and she moved up to kiss me. It was a long slow kiss. "It's my turn," she said and she moved me onto my back. She climbed onto my cock and it slid into her. She seemed to enjoy this; being in control. Being able to tease me, to taunt me; to go faster and then slower. To bring me to the brink and then letting me back down. Finally I could tell she was about to cum and she started to move faster; sliding my cock in and out of her pussy faster and faster. I came with another gush just as she was cumming too. She sat on my cock for a while, her eyes closed; enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm and then finally moved next to me. She kissed me again. "I love making love to you," she said. I noticed that she'd said 'making love' not fucking or having sex. That meant something to me. Maybe she felt the same bond with me that I felt with her. We lay in each other's arms for a while longer. I closed my eyes as I thought about that time, long ago, with that wonderful, beautiful woman. An unforgettable woman and an unforgettable night. Suddenly I felt my wife touch me on the arm. "What are you thinking about honey?" she asked. I paused for a moment and said "Just thinking about the first night I spent with an incredible woman." She smiled. "Anybody I know?" "Yes," I replied with a smile. "You know her very well." "From your smile, it looks like it must have been enjoyable," she said. "It was amazing," I replied, still smiling. "You'll have to tell me about it sometime," she said and then changed the subject. "I got you a little present." She briefly left and returned to the bathroom with a small box, wrapped in pink paper. I opened it and found a beautiful little ceramic shoe with three holes; a toothbrush holder. It was a wedge type shoe. The shoe had a zebra stripe with pink trim; the wedge heel was black with white polka dots. "It's adorable," I said with a grin. "Thank you." "A girl can never have too many shoes," my wife said with a smile. "I love you, honey," I said. "I love you too," she replied. "Have you been working on your hair?" "Yes, I have," I responded with some frustration. "I've tried everything I could think of and nothing works." "Honey, with the length of your bangs there's not much you can do with them," she said. "Your hair looks so lovely, I wish you would just enjoy it." "I guess you're probably right," I replied reluctantly. "I'm glad you agree," she replied. "Have you thought about what you want to wear to work tomorrow?" "I thought I'd just wear my regular clothes," I replied. "Oh. Well it's up to you, but you might want to go with something a little more fitting with your hairstyle," she replied. "Maybe you should try what you plan on wearing and see how it will look." I agreed and slipped off my clothes. I went to our closet and took out one of my white dress shirts and a pair of my dress pants. I brought them back into our bedroom to get dressed. I started to slip on the shirt. "Aren't you forgetting something?" my wife asked. "What do you mean?" I asked, confused by her statement. "You didn't put on your bra," she replied. "Oh, I can't wear a bra to work!" I said. "Now honey, when we bought you those lovely bras you said you'd wear them whenever I wanted you to," she responded. "I think you look much better when wearing a bra. And you have better posture when your little boobies are properly supported." "But won't they be able to tell I'm wearing a bra?" I argued. "I'd be so embarrassed!" "Honey, Lucy has already seen you wearing a corset, pedal pants and espadrilles," she responded. "Do you really think that wearing a bra under your clothes is any more embarrassing than that?" "I guess not," I replied. "Good. I'm glad that little argument is over," she replied. "It's really getting tiresome for you to keep resisting the idea of wearing a bra. You need one, you look better in one and I want you to wear one. You agreed to wear one whenever I asked you to, so I don't want to hear any more arguments from you." "But I didn't think you'd want me to wear one out in public, I thought it would just be when we were having sex," I explained. I was worried that my wife might be getting upset at me. She went to my dresser drawer and took out the berry colored plunge bra with the paisley embroidery. "Honey, I want you to look your best," she said as she helped me put it on. "You heard what Lucy said yesterday; she'd never seen you look better." She fastened the hooks in the back. "Now, see how nice you look in this bra. It emphasizes the cleavage you have between your little boobies. They're adorable in that cute bra. The boys would have loved to see my boobies in a cute bra like that." I blushed as she mentioned guys seeing my breasts. "Oh, honey, you're blushing. You shouldn't be embarassed at wanting people to notice your cute little boobies. You know what they say, if you've got em flaunt em." "Well, I'm certainly not going to flaunt anything," I said. "Oh, you say that now, but you just wait," she replied with a smile. "I remember when I first started wearing a bra. At first as I wore one I was embarrassed, since most of my friends hadn't started to develop yet. But as I wore one every day I started to enjoy it, as the boys started paying more attention to me. I became a lot more popular, and before long I was definitely trying my best to flaunt them. It wouldn't surprise me one bit for you to do the same thing." I laughed at the idea that I'd ever try to flaunt my breasts. I slipped on the shirt and started to button it. The berry colored bra was obvious under the white material. "What do you think dear?" my wife asked with a grin. "This won't work," I replied. "The bra really shows under my shirt. Maybe I could keep my suitcoat on all day, but sometimes it gets a bit warm in the office. I wish I hadn't picked such colorful bras, something white would probably work better. What do you think I should do?" "I suggest we go look for some nice business appropriate clothes that will look over your bras, and maybe some camisoles to wear over your bra," she suggested. "We could also look for some bras that were in a more subdued color, or white if you'd like." "What should I wear today?" I asked. "That's up to you," she said. "I suggest you wear something you'll be comfortable in, maybe a polo shirt and some pants or shorts." I looked in my closet and found a light blue striped polo shirt that fit a bit loose. I slipped it on alone with some navy blue shorts. I walked over in front of the mirror. The bra was kind of noticeable under the shirt, but it would probably be okay. "Let's get cleaned up and we'll go out to breakfast," she said. We showered and dressed. My wife sat down at her makeup table. I was always amazed at how quickly she could apply her makeup. I guess years of experience pay off. I stood in the bathroom watching my wife apply her concealer, foundation and face powder. My wife noticed me watching out of the corner or her eye. "Want to try some?" she asked with a grin. "Of course not," I replied. She applied her eyeshadow. She always had such amazing looking eyes. I think that good eye makeup can make so much difference in a woman's appearance. Next she used her eyeliner, followed by her mascara. In just a few minutes her eyes changed from just pretty to spectacular. I turned and looked at my face in the mirror. My wife had always said I had nice eyes, with nice long lashes. I wondered how different they might look with my wife's makeup skills. Apparently my wife could tell what I was thinking because she asked "sure you don't want a little mascara?" I snapped back to reality and told her no, but I wondered if I should just try it and see how it looked. She applied a little blush and her lipstick and she was ready to go. We went to eat at one of our favorite places for breakfast. We were fortunate that there was no wait. The hostess looked at me a bit funny as she seated us; my girly hairstyle I suppose. The restaurant was crowded and our table was located quite close to some others. Where I was seated, I could see a family seated near us with two teenage girls facing me. There was also an older couple sitting near us. I didn't think anything of it as we were seated. When the waitress came to take our order I ordered the pancakes with a side order of bacon. My wife looked at me disapprovingly and said, "Eating like that will ruin your girlish figure. You'll never get into that cute little corset we bought you eating like that. I suggest you have the fruit plate." The waitress didn't know what to say. I meekly agreed to order the fruit plate and a diet soda. I could tell the older couple could hear her and they were shocked by what my wife said. As we ate my wife asked me where I thought we should go shopping. I said I didn't know, probably the department store where I normally shop. "Oh, heavens no," she said. "Their large size women's shop doesn't have a very good selection. I think maybe we should go back to Adrienne's shop. They have a lot of nice clothing for professional women your size. And we should go to Victoria's Secret to get you some more bras." The man sitting next to us almost choked on his breakfast when he heard that. He and his wife kept looking over at us while trying not to stare. I could tell they thought I must be some kind of wierdo; to be out in public with a feminine hairdo and with this woman talking about buying women's clothes for me and buying me some more bras. I motioned to my wife to speak more softly and tried to not look at the people at the next table. I looked off in another direction. Unfortunately that other direction was toward the teenage girls. They were snickering and whispering to one another. They kept looking over at me. I assumed they had noticed my bra and were laughing at me. My wife ignored my request for her to speak more softly and continued to talk about our shopping for the day. "You know dear we should also get you a new swimsuit. When we go to California next month, you'll need it. We don't want those little boobies of yours to get sunburned." I wanted to hide under the table as I knew the couple next to us could hear her. The couple next to us had finished their breakfast. As they walked away I heard the man say "what a sissy!" to his wife. I tried hard not to cry, but I had soon had tears coming from my eyes. I glanced over at the teenage girls and noticed they were laughing even more, probably because they saw my tears. Look at the sissy cry, they were probably thinking. That made my tears increase. It was all I could do to not to break down completely. Fortunately we were almost done with breakfast. The waitress brought our check; my wife paid the bill and we left with tears still running down my cheeks. As we got near the car I let loose. My wife stopped and hugged me, and helped me into the car. She went around and got in on the driver's side. She closed the door and asked me what was wrong. "That man called me a sissy," I cried. "And that upset you?" she asked. "Of course!" I replied. "I don't want to be called a sissy!" "Well dear," she said. "Sissy is a term people use to describe a feminine man isn't it?" I nodded yes. "And right now you are sitting next to me with a feminine hairstyle, waxed legs and arms and wearing a bra. And yesterday you were wearing a corset, blouse, pedal pants and espadrilles out in public. Then when you got home you wore a corset, garter belt, stockings, a g-string, a short skirt and high heels. Just how much more feminine could you be?" I started crying even harder. She was right. I was a sissy. "Now honey," she continued. "Another way people use the term sissy is a term of endearment for a sister, or someone who is like a sister to them. I think the girls you work with all like you and really care about you. I'll bet if you ask them they might say you are already like a sister to them. Is that a better way to look at being a sissy?" I nodded yes, and cried a little less. "What am I going to do?" I asked through my tears. "Well," my wife replied. "I think you have two alternatives. One is to continue to try to masquerade as a man, even though your personality and temperament is clearly feminine, you enjoy feminine movies, and drinks and enjoy girl talk and spending time with the girls. And knowing that your little boobies and nice ass give you a body that looks more feminine than masculine. Or you can finally accept who you really are and let yourself be more feminine. It's your choice." "BUt what about you?" I asked through my tears. "Would you still love me?" My wife took me in her arms. "Honey, I'll always love you. I knew when I married you that you weren't a masculine male. That's what I fell in love with. You were so sweet and kind and loving; so much like my girlfriends and so much unlike the guys I dated and my husband. They were all about controlling me and making me do what they wanted. You were all about making me happy. How could I ever stop loving a person like that?" I hugged her tightly as she kissed me on the cheek. "But I want you to be happy. How could you be happy married to a guy who looked so feminine?" "Honey, the people that know and love you have known for a long time who you really are and what you needed to be happy. Brenda, Brianne and I have all talked about it for years. We just needed for you to finally be ready. The girls at the salon, the girls you work with; they know you and see who you really are. They're all so happy to have you finally moving down this path to being who you really are. I think they can't wait to embrace you as a sister. And me, I've dreamed of this for years. I assure you there is nothing that could possibly make me happier. You getting to the end of this path will give me everything I've ever wanted." I hugged her and told her, "I'm think I'm ready. Yes, I'm ready. But I'll need your help and support along the way." "You can count on it," she responded. "I'm so happy for you. And for me. Now dry your tears and we'll go shopping." She handed me some tissues from her purse and I dried my tears. I took a deep breath and wondered what was in front of me. I wish I knew what she had planned.