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Corseting Your Male By Judith Gold Cynthia was sitting at the kitchen counter bent over her laptop when Peter arrived home from work. Peter tossed his raincoat and brief case on the bench in the hallway and walked to the refrigerator, popping open his first beer of the day. "Hey Cyn, how was your day?" "Hi Peter. It was ok; no major disasters." "What are you working on honey?" "Actually I am reading an E-book. No office work for this girl tonight." Peter chugged about half of his can of beer and then had a hearty belch. From two feet away Cynthia could smell the beer belch and wrinkled up her nose in disgust. "Another chick novel I suppose?" "Actually this is non-fiction Peter." "Oh, serious stuff? You becoming an intellectual all of a sudden?" "It is not like some scientific tomb Peter, but it is a very interesting book." "So, what is it you find so 'very interesting' Cyn?" "The title is 'Corseting Your Male'. It is a book about males wearing corsets." "Men wearing corsets? You have to be kidding. Why would a man want to wear a corset, unless he was queer or something?" "Actually there are quite a number of reasons for males to wear corsets Peter." "Ya sure, you betcha. Give me one good reason why a straight guy would ever want to wear a corset?" "Let me go back to the first chapter Peter. Here it is. Benefits of corseting your male. The first and most obvious benefit of corseting your male is to enhance his figure and make him more appealing to others." "Come on. You can't be serious. If a guy puts on a corset he is suddenly going to have more sex appeal?" "Yes Peter. Think about it. Males tend to go to seed pretty fast. You get that beer belly; that fat tire around your middle. A corset can reshape a male; make that belly disappear; make him look more physically fit; give him more sex appeal." "Yes ok, I guess I can see that point. Most guys would look better with a smaller gut I suppose." Cynthia resumed reading from her E-book. "The second benefit of corseting your male is to improve his posture. A stiff well boned corset will force the male to maintain a more upright posture since the garment holds the upper torso rigid." "Yes I guess I can see how a stiff corset would make for better posture. But still, corsets were invented for girls. Guys don't wear them." "Actually Peter, according to the book, male corsetry is becoming increasingly popular. It is just that most male corset wearers probably do not talk about it, as you can imagine." "Ok, so my beer belly goes away, and I sit up nice and straight. That is not a very compelling argument for a guy to wear a corset Cynthia" Once more reading from the text, "A tightly laced male's stomach is compressed to between one third and one half of its normal capacity. Thus when eating or drinking, the male achieves a full feeling much sooner. This will result in a smaller caloric intake and, in conjunction with a well supervised exercise program, will allow the overweight male to successfully loose weight." "I never thought of that Cyn. So if your stomach is all compressed, you can't eat as much and that makes it easier to loose weight?" "Yes Peter. If you corset a male, his figure and appearance will be enhanced, his posture will be much improved, and if he is overweight, like you know who, he will be in a better position to diet and loose weight." Peter tossed his empty beer can into the recycle bin and grabbed another beer from the refrigerator. He popped the top and took a long swig. "Well, I guess I can see how some guys might benefit from wearing a corset, but it still seems like a pretty gay idea to me Cyn." "I do not think it is at all gay Peter. You wear underwear every day. You wear underpants and an undershirt. A corset is just another style of underwear. It is a bit more compressing in order to deliver the benefits that the book talks about, but it is nothing more than sort of 'industrial strength' underwear. "Yes perhaps. So, how come you decided to read a book on such an obscure topic as male corsets anyway love?" "The title caught my eye. My initial reaction was the same as yours. Why on earth would a male want to wear a corset? But then as I got into it, I could see that there are some rather compelling arguments in favor of male corsetry. And frankly darling, from what I have read so far, it seems that you are an ideal candidate for corseting." "Me wear a corset? No fucking way." "Peter my love; you know you are overweight by at least twenty pounds. And how many times have I commented on your poor posture? Frankly my dear, when I look at your body it no longer gets my motor running like it did when we were first married." "I know I am a little overweight Cyn. And I know my posture is not the best. And I guess I am too thick in the middle and maybe that makes me less appealing to you or other chicks. But do you seriously think that having me wear a corset will ... you know ... make me more appealing?" "I can not speak for 'other chicks' Peter, but I certainly would be a lot more attracted to you sexually if you looked more fit and had a waist that was smaller than your chest and hips." "Gosh, I suppose if you really think it would be a benefit, maybe I could try it Cyn; try wearing a corset and see how it goes." Cynthia turned to Peter and embraced him in a kiss. She reached between his legs and felt the stirrings of an erection. "Thank you Peter. I am so pleased you are willing to try this for me. I am sure it will be a benefit for us both." That night Cynthia and Peter had sex for the first time in about two weeks. It was her way of giving Peter an incentive to agree to wear a corset. After their sex, Peter quickly fell asleep as was his custom. Cynthia's thoughts returned to the book 'Corseting Your Male'. The book mentioned other benefits to be derived from corseting your male; benefits Cynthia choose not to mention to her husband. "While laced in his corset a male is inhibited from removing his outer clothing and exposing the reality of his corseting to others. Thus the corset will discourage your male from wandering and from engaging in illicit sexual affairs." Cynthia had no hard evidence infidelity on the part of her spouse but she did have her suspicions. Knowing how vain and self conscious Peter was, and how he would want to avoid any personal embarrassment, she knew that once he was corseted, Peter would not stray far from his marriage vows. "The tight restriction of the corset is a constant reminder to the male that he is wearing a feminine undergarment. Our studies have shown that the behavior of the male is tempered by the corseting experience. He seems to behave in a less macho fashion. He tends to be more in touch with his feminine side. His behavior is less boorish, less dominant, and therefore much more pleasant for female who corsets him." Cynthia thought that was perhaps the most compelling reason to want to put her husband in a corset. Peter had a personality which seemed to emphasize the most negative aspects of masculinity. He was argumentative; he was unappreciative of the feelings of others; he was rather sophomoric in his approach to life. While Cynthia enjoyed attending plays and concerts, Peter would rather hang out with the 'boys', playing golf or poker or other 'masculine' pursuits. Cynthia was hopeful that if she could get her husband into a corset, that might be the catalyst which would change his direction and make him a better spouse and a better person. CYM 2 As Peter slept, Cynthia got up and quietly walked to the den where she fired up her laptop and resumed reading 'Corseting Your Male'. "Selecting your male's first corset: Since many males are initially reluctant to embrace corsetry, it is important that their first corset be something they can more easily accept. In most cases it is best if his first corset is fairly plain and unadorned, much like the male underwear he is accustomed to wearing. Thus, fancy lace or piping or satin finishes should be avoided in favor or something relatively plain and simple. While corsets are produced in a great range of fabrics including leathers, latex, silks and satins, it is best that the reluctant male be introduced to tight lacing with a plain white cotton twill corset. As his waist training progresses and he more readily accepts the discipline of the corset, you can gradually introduce him to more feminine fabrics, colors, and finishes." "At the early stages of corset training, it is not uncommon for the male to resist the embrace of a tightly laced corset. Given the opportunity, he will often loosen the laces or even remove the corset when not under supervision. Thus it is critically important that you select a corset for your male which is built so that he is unable to loosen or remove the garment. There are several proven designs for locking corsets where the laces are protected by a locking device. It is strongly recommended that you select such a design, so that your corseted male will remain tightly laced until you choose to release him from his corset." Cynthia tried to visualize her husband's first corset. It would be rather plain and unadorned, but it would be designed such that it could only be removed after she unlocked the garment, assuring that she would be in total control of her husband's corset training. "While there are nearly as many styles of corsets as there are fabric and color choices, we recommend that the male's first corset be an under bust, wasp waist style. An under bust corset will produce the desired figure enhancement, posture control, and appetite suppressant but will seem less feminizing to the male than an over bust corset which has a built in bra. Once the male has fully embraced his under bust corset it will be appropriate to add a bra to the ensemble, thus taking him to the next level in his emasculation." Cynthia stopped reading at that point and returned to her husband's bed. She was determined to take the first step, and was confident that Peter was also ready to accept being corseted. The next morning as they had their breakfast and began preparations for their work-days, Cynthia once again brought up the subject of corseting. "Charles darling, you were fantastic in bed last night. It seemed to me that the idea of wearing a corset was a turn on for you." "Yes it was very good last night Cyn. It seems like we had sort of gotten into a rut and our sex life has been kind of routine sometimes, but last night was very special. Maybe all that talk about men wearing corsets turned us both on a little bit." "It certainly did turn me on Peter. I just closed my eyes and I thought of you with a trim waist and perfect posture and being 20 pounds thinner. I get so hot thinking of that. I can't wait until you actually are wearing a corset. I will probably have a hard time keeping my hands off you." "Seriously Cyn? You really think I would be hot in a corset?" "Oh god yes Peter. I can see us now. You are all tightly laced up in your new corset and you have this enormous erection and you are impaling me with it and I am in seventh heaven." "That is very hot Cynthia." "So you are ready and willing then Peter?" "Ready and willing?" "Ready and willing to give corsets a try." "Hell yes. If that is what it takes to have more nights like last night, I am totally ready love." Cynthia kissed Peter, pushing her tongue between his lips and acting as sexy as she could. "That is wonderful Peter. I will make the arrangements and before you know it you will be wearing your first corset and I will be all over your hot new body." Cynthia spent a good part of her workday researching corset shops on the internet. She was pleased to find one in the same metropolitan area where she and Peter lived, though it was nearly fifty miles on the other side of the city. Cynthia made the appropriate inquiries and scheduled an appointment for that evening. She anxiously called Peter at his workplace to let him know that he was scheduled to be measured for his first corset that same evening. They met after work and Cynthia drove Peter to the corsetiere. It was a small shop in a suburban strip shopping center. Peter was hesitant but Cynthia encouraged him to relax and assured him that all they would do is take measurements so that they could sew a custom made to measure corset for him. The proprietor of the corset shop was a woman probably in her mid forties. She was very outgoing and quickly put Peter at ease. He was instructed to remove his clothing, which he did with some reluctance until the corsetiere explained that for a proper fit it was necessary to take a series of measurements unencumbered by clothing. Peter appeared nervous as he was measured. There were a number of measurements taken, running from Peter's neck to his knees. Both Cynthia and the corsetiere tried to relax Peter, assuring him that detailed measurements were necessary in order to sew a proper fitting corset. The measurements took about half an hour. As Peter was putting his clothes back on, Cynthia walked out of the dressing room and discussed the specifications of his new corset. She selected a locking wasp waist design with removable garters and shoulder straps in an off white cotton twill fabric. Since she intended for Peter to be laced full time, she ordered two identical corsets so he could wear one while he laundered the other. Peter's waist measured 34 inches and the corsets would be built to a 29 inch waist when fully closed. Peter came out of the dressing room as Cynthia was finalizing the details. Then the couple took the long drive across town to their own suburban homestead. As Cynthia drove back home, she put her right hand on Peter's thigh and stroked him in a very sensual fashion. She commented on how excited she was that Peter's new corset was now on order and how anxious she was to see him in it. Peter of course responded to her attention by sporting a stiff erection which Cynthia addressed upon their return home. It took a week for Peter's new custom corsets to be cut and sewn. Cynthia once more drove them to the corsetiere on the other side of the city. The proprietress greeted them warmly and escorted them back to the fitting room. Peter was instructed to undress. He was first handed a corset liner. The corsetiere said "The corset liner is a simple spandex tube with spaghetti straps. You put the liner over your head and pull it down like you would an undershirt. The liner will cover your skin from just below your breasts to about mid hip. The purpose of the liner is to protect your new corsets from body oils and sweat. You will need to change liners daily, but the corset can be worn for several days between launderings." Peter put the liner on as instructed. The spandex material was slick and silky feeling. Peter ran his hands up and down along his torso feeling the fabric. He had never worn anything like this before, but liked how the stretchy spandex clung to his body. "I notice you have a fair amount of body hair Peter. Since your corsets will fit rather snuggly I recommend that you keep your body free of hair. Otherwise it will be matted down under the corset and will be rather unpleasant after a few hours being laced." "You mean I have to shave my chest hair?" "You may shave it, or use a chemical depilatory, or an epilator. I recommend an epilator since it gives the most long lasting results." "What is an epilator?" "It is a device similar to an electric razor, but instead of cutting your hair there are a series of rotating tweezers which pull the hairs out by the root. It is not a permanent solution to the hair problem; eventually your hair will show some re-growth. But you will stay smooth longer with an epilator than you would by shaving." "Ok, I guess I better buy an epilator then." "Now let's check the fit of one of your corsets Peter. It always gives me a thrill to see a man laced for the first time." The corsetiere wrapped the garment around from back to front. The two halves of his corsets laced in back and were held closed in front with steel busks which interlocked. Peter was instructed to suck in his tummy and the front busks were connected. Then the corsetiere stood behind Peter and began to pull out the laces, tightening the corset and narrowing the gap in back. There was still about a two inch gap in back when she stopped tightening and tied off the laces. She put a cloth tape measure around his waist which was now compressed from 34 inches to 31 inches. "How does that feel Peter?" "It feels really tight. I can't take a deep breath. It is compressing my rib cage and making it hard to breathe." "That is quite normal Peter. You will get used to it. You just need to take smaller more frequent breaths now. You will also discover that it is better to slow down the pace of things so that you do not over exert yourself. Walk, don't run and that sort of thing." "Yes I can see how I don't want to do anything too strenuous while I am laced up like this." There was a full length mirror in the dressing room. Peter turned to face it and peered at his reflected image. His beer belly seemed to have disappeared. He really did look more trim and fit. His chest and hips seemed larger and his waist was obviously three inches smaller. Peter grinned. While the garment seemed very restrictive and not at all comfortable, he had to admit that it produced the desired effect. "Darling you look great in your corset. I love it." "Really Cyn? You really like how I look in my new corset?" "Oh god yes Peter. You are so hot now. I can't wait to get you home." "Let me show you how the lock works now Cynthia. Once the laces are tied off you can fold them and put them in this pocket at the back of the corset. The pocked then zips closed and the zipper is secured with this little padlock." Cynthia covered the laces as instructed and locked them in place. She put the key to the padlock in her purse. Peter spoke. "I guess if we are done with the fitting you can take it off now and we can head home." "Yes we are finished here Peter, but of course you will want to wear your corset home." "Oh. Yes I guess I can wear it home under my clothes. Hopefully no one will notice once I am dressed again." Having no choice, Peter kept the corset on and got dressed while Cynthia paid for the two corsets and six corset liners. Each corset came with eight detachable garters and two shoulder straps but for now Peter would not be required to wear those attachments. Cynthia planned on getting him used to the basic corset first before 'accessorizing' it. Peter came out of the dressing room wearing the same pants and shirt he had arrived with, but of course his underwear was quite different now. "I think I will need to buy some new pants Cyn. These don't fit right anymore." Cynthia put her hands at his waist. The pants were baggy since they had a 34 inch waist and Peter was now laced down to 31. "You are right love. You don't want to hide that smaller waist by wearing baggy pants. I will pick up something new for you later on tonight." When the couple arrived back home they walked from the garage into the utility room. Cynthia immediately unbuckled Peter's belt and pulled down his pants and underpants. She dropped to her knees and took his penis in both hands. She bent forward and kissed it. Peter had been erect for most of the trip home in anticipation of something like this. He leaned back against the washing machine as his wife performed fellatio. It was not the first time she had sucked his cock, but after six years of marriage he could count on one hand the number of times she performed orally. He quickly climaxed and Cynthia dutifully swallowed his seed. After brushing her teeth, Cynthia returned to the living room where Peter sat reading the newspaper. He was drinking a can of beer. "I am going to go out and buy you some new pants Peter dear. Your old pants just look awful now that you have such a nice waistline." "Thanks honey. I would go myself but I do not think I want to be seen in public right now." "I understand darling. Once we get you some proper new clothing I am sure you will feel more comfortable going out and about." Peter finished his beer and opened a second can. About half way through the second beer he began to feel stomach cramps. He felt bloated. He began to belch which seemed to relieve some of the pressure. He walked back to the kitchen and dumped the rest of his beer down the drain. It was not unusual for Peter to have three or four beers in the evening after work, but it seemed that his tight corset was going to put a cramp on that. Cynthia returned from shopping with two pair of jeans for Peter to try. For years Peter had worn size 34 waist, 30 inseam jeans. The first pair Cynthia had him try were size 31x30. Peter stepped into the new jeans and pulled them up. The felt much tighter than what he was accustomed to. He was unable to get them zipped. While they would have fit fine at the waist, they were too small around his butt now. "I don't think these are going to work Cyn. They are way too tight on my hips." "Yes I can see that. I am not surprised. The corset gives you a smaller waist, but if anything it enhances your hips rather than reducing them. Try the second pair. I bet they will be a much better fit." "What size are these?" "They are a twelve tall." "Jeans come in waist and inseam sizes; that the hell is a twelve tall?" "Girl's jeans come in number sizes dear. I am a size eight. Girl's jeans are cut bigger in the hips relative to the waist. Since your corset is giving you some nice new curves, I thought you would get a better fit in girl's pants now. Now try them please." Peter pulled on the size twelve jeans and found that they fit perfectly. They were snug at the waist without being too tight around his hips. "You are right Cyn. These fit much better. I like how they feel too. The fabric is a little softer than with my old jeans." "Walk around a little darling. Model you new jeans for me." Peter took a casual stroll around the living room. "The legs are a little too long Cyn. When I walk the cuffs drag on the carpet some. I think I need something with a little shorter leg." "Yes I could get you a twelve regular I suppose. But I like the tall look. I think it is much sexier for you." "But if I keep wearing these the cuffs are going to be rags in no time hon." "I was thinking that with the right shoes this length would be fine for you Peter." "What do you mean the right shoes?" "Something with a bit more lift to it; something with a higher heel. I saw some really cute western boots the other day that would be perfect with those jeans. They have about a three inch block heel. I bet your new jeans would be perfect with those boots." "Three inches sounds awful high hon." "Cowboy boots always have a higher heel that regular shoes Peter. Tomorrow I will pick up a pair for you. I bet you will look great in them. When you wear higher heels they make you look thinner as well as taller Peter. Don't you want to appear taller and thinner and sexier love?" "Yes of course Cynthia. I want to look nice for you my love. If some new boots make that much of a difference I will gladly wear them for you." Cynthia hugged Peter and gave him a passionate kiss. She was immediately aware of his beer breath. "I am going to have a glass of wine Peter. Would you care to join me?" "I had a beer while you were shopping but it did not go down very well." "Oh dear, I am so sorry. I should have warned you about that. Let me find the reference." Cynthia opened her laptop and loaded the Corseting Your Male book. She scrolled through several pages. "Here it is. Dieting for your corseted male: His reduced stomach capacity will necessitate eating much smaller quantities of food and drink, but a tightly laced male should still be able to eat nearly all the things he ate prior to being laced. The most notable exception is carbonated beverages such as soda or beer. The gassy composition of these beverages can easily lead to painful stomach cramps as the beverage attempts to expand in a stomach which is no longer expandable. Instead of carbonated beverages your corseted male should drink water, fruit juices, coffee, tea or milk. If he is allowed alcoholic beverages, wine should be the first choice." "Tell me about it. I had really awful cramps from the beer. I guess I better switch to wine like the book says." "Yes you certainly should dear. You may have one glass of wine and pour one for me as well please. Even though wine does not have all the carbohydrates found in beer, the alcohol still has calories so if you are going to loose those twenty pounds I need to limit your alcohol consumption." After finishing their wine, Peter and Cynthia got ready for bed. Peter removed his pants, shirt and underpants and stood naked but for his laced and locked corset. "Lets see, you have been in your corset for nearly four hours this evening Peter. I think that is an excellent start. Come here and let me unlock you. You may sleep unlaced tonight." As Peter turned his back to his wife he thought of the implications of what she had said. He could sleep without the corset tonight, but it sounded like there would be other nights when he might have to wear it in bed. He fell asleep with those thoughts in his mind. Would he just be wearing corsets at home in the evenings? Would he wear them in public? Would he wear them to work? Would he wear them while sleeping? The next morning Peter broached the subject with Cynthia. "Cyn, how often do you think I will be wearing corsets?" "How often? What do you mean?" "I mean like will I just wear them on special occasions, or only when I am home with you or what?" "Peter darling, you need to be corseted full time. Wearing a corset for a few hours here and there will accomplish nothing. If you are going to seriously train you waistline and control your bad eating habits you need to be corseted full time. I don't just want my sexy husband looking nice now and then. I want you to always look hot for me darling. We will start out slow; just a few hours a day initially. Then we will gradually build up your wear time. Within a couple of weeks I hope to have you laced 23/7. "Twenty three hours a day, seven days a week?" "Yes Peter. You will need to be tightly laced a minimum of 23 hours a day. Naturally you can not take a shower while corseted, but you will need to be laced at all other times. That is the only way to achieve your goals darling." Peter was in a mild state of shock. He had not really thought about it in those terms. He had considered corsets as just another item of clothing; something you wore a day here and a day there, but to be tightly laced all the time? That was quite another matter. Peter and Cynthia spent the day at their respective jobs, though Peter had a hard time concentrating on his work. His mind kept returning to thoughts of being in a corset every waking hour of every day. That evening after supper they were sitting in the living room when Cynthia pulled two boxes out of the closet. "I bought you a couple of presents today darling." She handed Peter the first box which was about the size of small box of tissues. Peter tore off the gift wrap and opened the box. It was an epilator kit. The device was the same size and shape as an electric razor but the head was constructed differently so it would pull hair out by the roots instead of cutting it off. The epilator was pink in color and obviously styled to appeal to a female user. Cynthia led Peter into the master bathroom and instructed him to undress. She then began the slow and rather painful process of stripping all the hair off Peter's chest and torso. It stung. It was not unbearable, but there certainly was some pain that went with this hair removal procedure. It took Cynthia nearly an hour before she was satisfied that Peter was hair free from the neck down to his pubic area. She then applied a soothing lotion to his newly epilated skin. That took the sting away. She stood Peter in front of the mirror so he could see his new hair free look. Peter ran his hands over the now smooth skin of his chest and belly. It had been a chore, but Peter was glad to be rid of his body hair. It was particularly nice when Cynthia ran her hands over her husband's body in a most sensual way. Cynthia walked into the bedroom. "Peter dear; bring me your corset and a corset liner. I am going to lace you now." Somewhat reluctantly Peter opened the drawer and took out the corset he had worn yesterday plus a new corset liner. Cynthia was sitting on the edge of the bed. He handed her the corset, and pulled the corset liner down over his head, straightening it and smoothing out any wrinkles. Then he stood facing his wife; his head bent down in resignation. Cynthia quickly wrapped the restrictive garment around her male's torso, fastening the busk in front. Then she began to pull out the laces, slowly but steadily tightening the garment around her husband. It is difficult to quantify how tight a corset is, but she put her strength into the task and judged that when the gap in back was about two inches that would do for the time being. She tied a bow in the laces, inserted them into the protective pocket, closed the pocket and locked it with the small padlock. Her male was now nicely corseted. "Darling put on your new size twelve jeans and come down stairs." Peter put his girl's jeans on and walked back down to the living room, noting that the cuffs were dragging on the carpet. Peter's second gift was in a box which was, well, the size of a boot box. Indeed it contained a pair of the western boots which Cynthia had mentioned yesterday. The boots were quite tall and finished in a caramel color. The boots were front lacing rather than slip on. They had a tapered block heel which Peter judged to be about three inches high. He removed the paper and packing material, rolled up his jeans and started to put the boots on. Realizing he was barefoot he said, "I guess I better go put some socks on first." Peter came back from the bedroom wearing a pair of ankle length white cotton socks. "Oh dear Peter, those socks will never do. You will need some stockings a lot longer than those to wear with your new boots." "You are right dear. The boots are a good eight inches taller than my socks. But I do not have anything longer." "I could lend you a pair of my stockings Peter." "That would be great Cyn. I would like to try out my new boots tonight. If I can borrow a pair of tall socks from you for tonight, I can pick up my own tomorrow." "I will see what I can find for you Peter." Cynthia was in the bedroom for some time. When she returned she was carrying a bunch of short elastic straps and a pair of tan colored nylon stockings. "Cyn, I can't wear those. Those are nylons." "Of course you can dear. You need stockings taller than your boots and my nylons should work just fine. Luckily, your corsets came with detachable garters, so you will have a way to keep your stockings up. Now, take off your cute jeans so I can put on your garters and stockings." "I guess once I am wearing jeans and boots no one will even see the stockings." "That is right darling. No one but you and I will ever know you are wearing girl's stockings under your jeans." Cynthia showed Peter how the garter straps hooked into the bottom seam of the corset. There were four garter straps for each leg. As Peter stood, the garter straps dangled loosely from the bottom of the corset. He sat and Cynthia rolled the stockings up his legs, showing Peter how to fasten the stocking tops to the garter clasps. When both stockings were in place Peter stood. The tension of the stockings and elastic garter straps were pulling down on his corset. Peter ran his hands over the smooth fabric of the stockings. It reminded him of the feel of his corset liners. Peter liked the idea of wearing things which were soft and smooth and in some way sensual. Cynthia also ran her hands up and down Peters stocking clad thighs. She smiled at him. "Now that was not so bad was it darling?" "I have never worn anything like nylons before Cyn. They actually feel ok." "They will feel much nicer after we get rid of your leg hair Peter." "Yes I guess it would be better if I did not have all that leg hair matted under the stockings." "I think you have had enough of the epilator for one night Peter dear. Perhaps you can take care of your leg hair tomorrow." "Thanks Cyn. It is sort of a torment to have your hair ripped out like that, but it sure does feel nice after you are finished." "Now, get your jeans back on and then I want to see you in your new boots." Peter sat in a chair, rolled up his jeans and started to slip into his new boots. "Cyn I think these are going to be way too big for me. I wear a size nine and these are ten and a half." "Just try them Peter. I think they will fit you fine." The boots did fit. They actually felt a little snug. Peter laced the boots from bottom to top. It took some time, but when fully laced, the boots fit him like a glove. He rolled his jeans legs back down, stood, and began to walk around the living room. His pants cuffs hung just right now and no longer dragged on the floor. He felt noticeably taller; he was taller buy some three inches thanks to the higher heels. His walk was a little wobbly at first but then he steadied himself. He felt a little out of balance due to the heel height, but tried to compensate for that by taking smaller steps than he normally would. "How do you like you new boots darling?" "Ah, they are ok Cyn. They are nice. They have a nice casual western look to them. And they work perfectly with my taller jeans. What do you think Cyn? Do I look ok?" "You look more than ok darling. You look hot. I could eat you up right now. In fact, I am going to eat you up. Come here, and drop your pants." Peter did as instructed and soon was rewarded for his willingness to wear nylon stockings and high heeled boots and a corset. He was in seventh heaven as his wife swallowed his spunk. Peter thought to himself that he would wear just about anything if resulted in Cynthia going down on him like this. After they finished, Peter got them each a glass of wine and they sat in the living room. "I can't figure out how a size ten and a half boot fits me so well Cyn. I have worn a nine for like fifteen years." "Women's shoes are sized to a different scale than men's. A size nine men's is equivalent to a ten and a half women's." "You mean I am wearing women's boots?" "Well of course they were designed for girls. They do not make men's boots with high enough heels so naturally I had to get you a girl's style. If I had bought you men's boots your cuffs would still be dragging on the ground and you would not look nearly as tall and thin and nice as you do in your new boots." "Yes I guess you have a point Cyn but it just seems weird to be wearing a pair of boots designed for a female." "It is really more of a unisex design Peter. When you first saw them I do not recall you saying anything about them being girl's boots." "I see your point Cyn. They really are more of a unisex design; can be worn by men or women. They just happen to be marked for women's sizes so I need a size ten and a half instead of a nine." Later the couple began to undress for bed. Peter unlaced his new boots and took off his new jeans. He started to unfasten his stockings when Cynthia said. "Leave your stockings on dear. I think you look so sexy in nylons and a corset. I will unlock you in the morning so you can shower and dress for work, but tonight you are going to stay laced and stockinged." Sleep was a long time coming for Peter's first night corseted. He was so aware of what he was wearing. Every breath he took reminded him that his rib cage was compressed by the corset. He ran his hands over the strong cotton twill fabric. He wished it was soft and satiny like his corset liner or the nylon stockings he was wearing. He could feel the many steel stays running from top to bottom of the corset. The vice-like grip of the corset was both comforting and distressing to Peter. He could not quite decide if he loved it or hated it. He certainly loved the way his wife was treating him; loved pleasing her and having her please him so erotically. Physically the corset was very limiting. He could no longer bend or twist at the waist. He could not take a deep breath. He could not drink beer, nor eat normal quantities of food. But emotionally, Peter knew that he looked better and that made him feel better about himself. The next morning Cynthia unlocked his corset. Peter removed his nylons and the corset and liner before taking a long and refreshing shower. It felt incredibly nice to be out of the corset after wearing it for nearly twelve hours. Peter dressed in his usual work clothes and made coffee for them both. His day was fairly uneventful. He returned home about 4 pm to an empty house. Peter remembered he needed to get rid of his leg hair so went to the master bathroom and used the epilator. It took nearly an hour before he was hair free. Cynthia was still not home. Peter remembered he had promised to buy some stockings of his own instead of borrowing his wife's, so he drove over to a drug store and wandered down an isle which he previously had no reason to visit. Most of the shelves were filled with pantyhose and it took him a while to find the individual stockings which were more suitable for his gartered corsets. He was unsure what size to buy. They did not come in number sizes like shoes or he would have gotten size ten and a half. Finally he bought two packages of 'long' stockings hoping that they would be a good fit. When Peter returned home his wife was there waiting for him. "Where have you been Peter darling?" "I ran to the drugstore to pick up some new stockings so I would not have to borrow yours." "Good girl! I did a little shopping for you myself. Now, it is time to get you corseted again. Follow me to the bedroom." "Yes dear." It did not take long for Peter to put on a clean corset liner and for his wife to tightly lace and lock him. Peter sensed that the corset was even tighter this time, though he had no way to really measure that. He opened one of his new stocking packages and rolled nylon stocking up both of his now hairless legs, carefully fastening them to the eight garters dangling from his corset. "What should I wear tonight Cyn?" "Wear your new jeans and boots. And wear a knit shirt; something which is stretchy and will conform better to your smaller waistline." Peter put on his girls jeans and the high heel boots. He found a nice light blue knit shirt which he slipped over his head. When he looked in the bedroom mirror he had to smile. His outfit really did draw attention to his smaller waist. As Peter walked into the living room he was very aware of the loud click of his boot heels on the hardwood floor. He tried to walk more softly, putting his toe down before his heel but that was difficult when he was wearing boots with such a high heel. Cynthia was sitting watching him and waiting. She smiled as he entered the room. "You look very pretty tonight Peter." Peter was struck by her choice of the word pretty, rather than handsome or hot, but he let it pass. "You look pretty too as always my love." "I am taking you out to dinner Peter." "Dressed like this? People will see me; see that I am in a corset and wearing girl's jeans and high heeled boots. Can't we just stay home? I will make supper for us." "No Peter, I want to go out, and besides it will be good for you to be around other people; to get used to being corseted in public." "If you insist. Let me go get my wallet and keys." Peter returned from the bedroom attempting to stuff his fat wallet and key chain into his jeans pockets. The jeans fit very snuggly and there really was no room for bulky objects in his pockets. "Peter dear, you can not be stuffing junk in your pockets. Pockets on girl's jeans are really just for decoration; you do not carry wallets and keys in them." "Well what am I supposed to do with my stuff then Cyn?" "Do what every other girl does Peter; carry them in a purse." "There are only two things wrong with that Cyn. First of all, I am not a girl. Second, I do not own a purse." "I know you are not a girl Peter. You are my husband and you are hot. But, you are wearing girl's clothing and your corset is giving you a more girlish figure. So I am sure you will agree with me that you do not want to spoil the lines of your pretty outfit by cramming a wallet into your jeans. Oh and by the way you do own a purse. I bought you one today as a gift. It has a nice caramel leather finish which will go great with your new boots." At a loss to resist any further, Peter accepted the gift of a new purse and put his wallet and keys inside. Cynthia helped him adjust the shoulder strap so it hung at the right height and they walked to the garage. Cynthia drove and Peter sat silently in the passenger seat, his new purse resting on his lap. At the restaurant Cynthia ordered a steak. Before Peter could say anything she ordered a small dinner salad for him. By the time he finished his salad Peter was quite full and realized that with his corset, ordering a large steak would have been wasted. Peter kept glancing around as they dined, thinking others were watching him. He did catch a couple people staring down at his high heeled boots but he was not aware of anyone really paying that much attention to him or his wife. While Peter was very aware of the recent changes in his appearance, from a distance he was just another guy out for dinner with his wife or girlfriend. By the end of the evening Peter began to relax and stopped worrying about what others might perceive. He enjoyed his salad and certainly enjoyed the attention of his loving wife. Back home Cynthia had Peter open a bottle of chardonnay and pour them each a glass. At the restaurant Cynthia had two glasses of wine, while Peter was only allowed water. He did not really mind, knowing that he was overweight and that she was only trying to help him diet and improve his appearance. Peter remained laced and stockinged again that night. He seemed to sleep a little better, perhaps starting to get used to the restrictive garments that he needed to wear. The next day was a Saturday and Cynthia announced that she was taking Peter shopping. He wore his new jeans and boots with another knit shirt. He remained locked in his corset. He had been laced Friday night at about 5 pm and would not be unlaced until after they returned from shopping. She bought him two more pair of jeans and a half dozen new pair of dress pants; all size twelve tall. Next they looked at shirts; not men's shirts, but women's blouses. Cynthia explained that girl's blouses were more tailored and would fit him much better than the baggy men's dress shirts he normally wore. She was right as usual. The girl's blouses did fit better. It took some time for Peter to get the hang of the buttons being on the 'wrong' side, but once he overcame that little hurdle he was quite pleased with the better fit he got from wearing girl's blouses instead of men's shirts. Next they shopped for new shoes. Peter realized that his high heeled western boots would not go well with his new dress pants. He would need something less casual. As they wandered the mall together Cynthia would occasionally point out a shoe or boot which she liked. Peter kept quiet, knowing that with his new twelve tall dress pants he would need dress shoes with a higher heel, and that meant buying girl's shoe styles. He tried to rationalize that he would be wearing unisex shoes, but still what was left of his male ego had difficulty getting enthused about buying more girl's shoes. Cynthia bought him a nice pair of slip on black loafers with a three inch block heel, size ten and a half. But for the height of the heel they could pass for men's shoes; indeed Peter had a very similar pair at home though with no more than a one inch heel. Next she picked out a pair of black ankle boots with side zippers. The ankle boots had more of a spike or stiletto heel and there was no way they could be mistaken for men's shoes. Still, they were stylish and had the right heel height. Peter got rather red faced when the sales clerk put them on his feet and had him walk around to test the fit. Cynthia proclaimed them perfect and added them to her shopping bag. Finally Cynthia had the clerk bring out some classic pumps. These must have had at least a four inch stiletto heel and a narrow pointed toe. Peter felt trapped in the women's shoe store but he stoically allowed the stilettos to be slipped on his feet and rather unsteadily walked around in them. Cynthia decided to buy him identical high heels in black, navy and brown. It looked as if Peter would be wearing a lot of high heels at home. After they returned home from shopping Cynthia said she had some office work to do. She gave Peter a list of household chores which included doing several loads of laundry and cleaning the kitchen and bath. Normally Cynthia did most of the laundry and cleaning, but since she had office work to do, Peter felt that it would please her if he helped out. He remained corseted and locked as he worked around the house. His physical exertions caused him to get warm. Even though the corset was made of breathable cotton fabric, it still was warm to wear and after four hours of housework Peter felt hot and sweaty under his corset. When he finished his list of chores Peter walked into the den where Cynthia was bent over her laptop computer. "Hey Cyn, I am done with my chores. I feel like I could really use a shower. Can you unlock me please?" "Yes of course dear. Come here." Cynthia took the key from her purse and unlocked the pouch holding the corset laces. "Do you realize you have been in your corset for nearly 24 hours now Peter?" "Yes I guess your right hon. You laced me last night after work and it is 4 pm now." "I am so pleased how quickly you have adapted to your corset Peter. I see no reason we can not begin full time lacing now." "Yes I guess I am getting used to it some, but still it is pretty hard not being able to breathe or eat like I used to." "I know this is a sacrifice you are making Peter, but I do feel the end results will make it very worthwhile for both of us." "Yes Dear, I think I have already lost a couple of pounds and like you say, I have a much nicer looking figure already." "That will only get better with time and training Peter. Once you get the extra weight off and your tummy muscles shrink you will look totally hot." "What do you mean about my muscles shrinking Cyn?" "An uncorseted male uses his stomach and back muscles to support his torso. Just standing upright provides exercise for these muscles. But now your corset is providing that support. Your muscles no longer have any work to do, so over time they will atrophy; they will shrink." "That does not sound good Cyn." "On the contrary Peter, that is very good. As those muscles around your middle shrink, your waist will get smaller. You will move closer to your goal." "Yes I see your point hon. That makes sense. So the more I wear my corset, the smaller my waist gets." "Now you go get undressed and take your shower. When you are finished I want you in the other corset so you can launder the one you are wearing." Peter undressed and had a wonderfully refreshing shower. He ran his hands over his legs and torso, enjoying the feeling of being smooth and hair free. He noted a few stray hairs here and there which he eliminated using his epilator. He put on a clean corset liner, took the second corset out of the drawer and walked barefoot back into the den where Cynthia was still working on her computer. Cynthia looked up as Peter walked into the room. "You really should not walk around barefoot Peter. If you are going to get used to wearing taller shoes you should never be flat footed." "Oh, yes I had not thought of that. I guess it would be better to keep wearing higher heeled shoes and boots all the time rather than switching back and forth." "Now stand still while I lace you and then go put some proper shoes on." Peter stood with his back to his wife. She laced him tight and locked the laces away. Peter knew he was stuck in this corset until such time as Cynthia decided to release him. He had mixed feelings about that. He liked the fact that he could not 'cheat' by loosening his corset when it became to difficult to wear, but he was unsure he liked the power and control which accrued to whoever held the keys to his corset. "There you go dear. Now go put on something sexy and then launder your other corset and your dirty stockings. They both have to be hand washed in the sink and then hung to drip dry. If you put a corset in a washing machine it would be destroyed and we would not want that." "Yes dear." Peter returned to the bedroom. He put on new nylon stockings. He looked in his closet which now contained the bounty from their shopping expeditions. He decided on the charcoal pants and a pink blouse. He preferred thinking of them as shirts rather than blouses. The charcoal pants were a nice wool blend while the blouse was oxford cloth cotton. As with his jeans, the pants were long enough that he would need to wear something with a high heel. He thought about trying the stiletto heels, but decided that the slip on loafers would be a safer choice. Once dressed, he spent the next hour hand washing his 'delicates'. Cynthia told him to go through her laundry basket and wash her stockings and panties as well. By Sunday evening Peter had completed another full day laced and locked. "Honey, it has been almost 24 hours since my last shower. Can you unlock me for a while please?" "I am going to wait until Monday morning Peter. You normally shower in the morning so that will get you back on schedule." "I guess I can manage another night in it, but you can not imagine how hard it is to be laced like this all the time. I really could use a little break Cyn." "You will get a little break tomorrow morning dear." "Speaking of tomorrow, it is a work day. So I guess I will be free for a good eight to nine hours." "What do you mean 'free'?" "I mean being out of the corset Cyn. I can't wear it to work." "You wore it to the restaurant. You wore it to the mall. What makes you think you can not wear a corset at work Peter?" "It's not so much the corset, Cyn. My clothes will cover that and I doubt anyone will notice it, but it's my clothes that worry me. I mean my boss is surely going to notice the higher heeled shoes, and the dress pants you bought me do not even have any pockets so I am going to have to carry a purse to work too." "Well let me make this perfectly clear Peter. I am not going to allow you to go uncorseted for ten hours a day at work. You have two choices. You can either go to work wearing a corset, blouse, slacks and high heels, or you can stay home. But you can not be out of a corset all day. Do you understand me?" "But I have to go to work. I can't just sit around the house all day doing nothing." "You most certainly can't just sit around the house Peter. If you stay home I expect you to work, not sit. I have been doing the math Peter, and I actually think it makes sense for you to quit your job and to work for us here at home. You know I earn the bulk of the family income already. If you stayed home and took care of the house we could stop sending out laundry and stop hiring the cleaning ladies once a week. You would no longer have the expense of commuting or the expensive lunches you seem to enjoy. Financially speaking, if you quit your job and picked up the slack here at home, we would at least break even if not come out ahead. Now what is it going to be Peter? Are you going to your old job tomorrow in a corset and heels, or are you going to stay home and do your chores?" "Wow Cyn, I never really thought about not having to work for a living. But it does sort of make sense. I feel bad now when you come home from a full day at the office and then have to clean the house or cook meals etc. I actually sort of like cooking and it is not that hard to do the laundry. If you really think it could work Cyn, I would love to try being your house husband for a while." Cynthia stood and pressed her body against Peter's. She rubbed against him and reached between his legs to feel his cock begin to erect. "Then it is settled. As of today you are my house husband, and I am the bread winner. Now, I have something here that requires your attention." Cynthia pulled down her pants and panties and stood facing Peter. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed down. Peter understood the signal. He got on his knees and paid homage to his wife's pussy with his mouth. She grasped the back of his head and ground into his face, quickly coming to an orgasm. Then she stepped back and put her pants back on. Peter then dropped his own pants and his erection popped out. "What about me Cyn?" Cynthia opened her purse and took out a condom. Peter was surprised by this as she was on birth control pills and they normally did not use condoms. She opened the foil packet, took out the rubber and rolled it over Peter's hard penis. "You have my permission to masturbate if you like Peter." "But I thought we were ... " "I am not in the mood. If you need to cum, you will have to do it yourself. I know you do this when I am not around. It is high time I watched you gratify yourself for a change." Peter became red faced. She was right. He did masturbate several times a week when she was not around. God, he needed to cum. With a sigh, he did his thing, pumping his hand back and forth until he spurted a good load into the rubber. Cynthia watched him with an amused smile on her face. When he was finished Cynthia slid the condom off his shrinking penis, being careful not to spill any of the fluid. "Open wide Peter." "What?" "I said open your mouth Peter. I want to give you a taste of your own medicine." "God Cyn you want me to eat my own cum?" "Yes Dear. You seem to think it is perfectly ok when I swallow your cum. It is high time you got a feel for what girls go through when we have sex with males." A tear ran down Peter's cheek. He was shaking. This was a side of his wife he had never seen before. He wanted to please her. He could not think of refusing her. As tears streamed down his face he opened his mouth. Cynthia emptied the condom into his mouth and he swallowed the contents. Four weeks passed since Peter became a house husband. He fell into the routine quite naturally and really did not miss his old day job. Cynthia received a promotion and a big increase in pay, so Peter's modest former salary was certainly no longer needed. He stayed in the house most days, venturing out when necessary to buy groceries or drop off the dry cleaning and run errands. Peter remained self conscious about appearing in public in his feminized attire and that was the most difficult part of his new lifestyle. With the help of his corsets, he kept to his diet and was loosing about two pounds a week. Other than housework, Peter was not getting any exercise and felt that he was loosing muscle tone and upper body strength. When Peter would approach Cynthia about sex she often said she was too tired and that he could just masturbate if he wanted to. Peter would decline that opportunity, fearing she would make him eat his own cum again. He would simply wait until the next day when Cynthia was at work and he was free to play with himself without having to swallow semen. One evening after washing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen Peter felt the need to talk to Cynthia about some of his concerns. "Cyn darling can we talk?" "Yes of course Peter. What is on your mind?" "First off, I am still having a really hard time when I have to go out in public. I mean I am a guy and I am wearing girl's clothes and carrying a purse, and people react negatively to that; they stare and sometimes make comments under their breath. The other day some guy stared at me and said 'fucking queer'. I just get so upset when things like that happen. I don't know what to do Cyn." "To quote you, 'I am a guy and I am wearing girl's clothes and carrying a purse.' People react because of the contrast; they see a guy in girl's clothing. If they saw a guy in guy's clothing would there be any reaction?" "No, of course not Cyn." "Alternatively, if people see a girl in girl's clothing is there a negative reaction?" "No." "So there is your answer dear." "I don't get it; what answer Cyn?" "Obviously you can not wear guy's clothing anymore. So the answer my dear is that you need people to see you as a girl in girl's clothing." "But I am not a girl. I do not look like a girl." "No, you don't look like a girl Peter, but with a lot of work you could look like a girl. And if you did look like a girl you would no longer be subject to humiliation in public." "So like I should wear makeup and style my hair different and things like that?" "Yes my love. That is precisely what you should do if you want to avoid public humiliation." "I don't know anything about makeup or hair styles or any of that stuff Cynthia. I doubt that I could pull it off." "I will help you if you wish Peter. If you really want to pass as a girl, I will be happy to assist you in your transformation." "It's not like I really want to look like a girl Cyn. I am not a transvestite or anything like that. But if that is what it takes for me to be comfortable in public, I guess that is what I need to try to do." "Good girl Peter. It will be challenging I am sure, but I know we can turn you into a very cute girl with some work and discipline." "Where do we start Cyn?" "I think jewelry shopping is a good place to start Peter. Oh, and we certainly need to do something about your name. Peter is just not going to cut it as a girl's name." "You think I should change my name?" "Yes dear. Probably keep the same initials but a girl's first name. Paige, Patricia, Paula, Peggy ... " "I don't know Cyn. You decide." "Paige is a cute name. We will call you Paige, ok?" "Yes I guess so if that is what you like love." "Paige Anderson. That sounds ok to me Cyn." "Paige Franklin sounds better to me dear." "You mean you want me to take your last name; sort of like a wife would take her husband's last name." "Yes dear, I think that would be a lovely gesture." "Paige Alan Franklin." "Alan will never do as a middle name dear. Paige Anne Franklin. That has a nice ring to it don't you think?" "Yes I guess so Cyn. Paige Anne Franklin it is." "Now get your purse. We are going jewelry shopping for you." Cynthia bought Paige several bracelets, a pearl necklace, a silver choker, and four finger rings. Paige's ears were double pierced with steel ball studs. When they left the jewelry store Paige was wearing all of the purchases. Her transformation had begun. The next stop was the department store makeup counter. They left with Paige wearing lipstick, eye shadow and eye liner, and blush. Her purse was filled with cosmetics so that she could maintain that image. The next stop was Intimate Apparel. Paige got six bra and panty sets. Cynthia also bought her three long leg high waist panty girdles, though since Paige was already severely corseted she was unclear on the purpose of the panty girdles. Finally Paige got three skirts. With pants and blouses gender is not always obvious, but when people see someone in a skirt, that has girl written all over it. The next day Cynthia made a salon appointment in the name of Paige Anne Franklin. Paige had a manicure and got a new hair style. She left the salon with bright red nails and a cute page boy haircut. She thought it was ironic. Paige had gotten a page boy. After going to a good deal of expense and effort to look pretty it had the desired effect. People in public paid little or no attention to her. The looks she got were mostly looks of admiration, not of admonishment. Paige felt happy and relaxed in public for the first time since being corseted. Later she discussed her concern about lack of exercise with Cynthia. "Cyn dear, I think I am getting flabby. I do not get much exercise other than housework, and I am loosing my upper body strength." "Well a girl does not really want a lot of upper body strength Paige. I want your legs to stay well toned but not above the waist. I think letting you exercise on a treadmill would be the best solution. I shall order one delivered. There is room for it in the den." "Yes dear that sounds great. Even though the housework keeps me pretty busy I think I will feel better if I can have a good workout every day, and maybe that will burn calories and get my weight down faster." "By my calendar you have not had a sexual release in nearly three weeks Paige; none that I am aware of at any rate. Perhaps you would like to masturbate for me now?" "I ... well its ok Cyn. I don't really need that at the moment." "Well that certainly clarifies things in my mind Paige Anne Franklin." "What do you mean darling?" "I mean you have obviously been cheating on me." "I have not. I have always been faithful to you Cynthia. I would never have an affair with another woman." "Not that kind of cheating Paige. I mean you have been masturbating behind my back." "No, I would not do that Cyn." Cynthia walked over to Paige and gave her a hard slap on the face. "You little liar. You ungrateful bitch. Now, tell me the truth." Paige/Peter started to cry. "Yes ok I admit it Cyn. Sometimes I get horny and you know while you are at work, I do it." "Paige I give you all kinds of opportunities for sexual release in my presence. And you decline, only to engage in some sordid self pleasure behind my back." "It's the condom thing Cyn. The one time I did it in front of you, I had to swallow my own cum. It was awful. That is why I declined your offer tonight. I was afraid you would make me eat the contents of the condom again." "But that is what girls do Paige. Girls are expected to swallow it. Do you think I actually liked doing that? I know it is dreadful, but it is what girls need to do to please their partners. It is what you need to do to please me Paige." "Yes dear. I understand. I am sorry that I 'cheated' on you. If you like, I will masturbate for you now and I promise to swallow it all, ok." "You had your opportunity and you declined. Perhaps in a few days, I may offer you another chance. In the mean time, you are to remain chaste; is that understood?" "Yes dear. I promise." "Oh before I forget, you have a doctor's appointment for tomorrow." "I feel fine Cyn. I am not sick or anything." "I know that Paige. It is just a routine physical exam to give me assurance that you are healthy and well." "It has been a few years since I last had a physical so probably I am overdue Cyn. But what about my ... appearance?" "Oh your new doctor knows all about that Paige. She knows you are still genetically a male, but outwardly seem to be a female.