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Back Cover Set in the near future Timmy and Lucy are a normal couple like so many other couples of their generation. However, with the new Rejuve drug reversing the ageing process and also reversing masculine and feminine characteristics Women are gaining power! Men are now seen as cute little feminine things and much to Timmy's dismay men's and women roles are now completely reversed. This story follows poor Timmy's descent into femininity along with his fellow men. Authors note. This story replaces the original Peter's Girl. It has been extended and rewritten in some parts. It is written in English as spoken in Britain. If you wish to take some of the themes and write a version that is more specific to your country then feel free. Just mention your source of inspiration. I apologies if there are any plagiarisms. I particularly enjoy gender role reversal themes and I would encourage anyone who enjoys this story to have a go at writing one your self. I, for one, would probably enjoy it. Prologue I looked at the wrapped box with the pink bow. Lucy my wife beamed mischievously at me. "Timmy aren't you going to open it?" she asked. "Of course, darling," I said, pulling on the ribboned end of the bow. Lucy was my wife. We had been married for less than three years and I was still desperately in love with her. She had beautiful blue eyes that when they looked at you pierced you to your soul, and a cute little button nose. Her mannishly short haircut didn't disguise the soft feminine mouth, a little on the small side, but generous all the same. "But what's the occasion?" "Just felt like it," she said, "it seemed about time I gave you something." I looked at her with an intense pleasure, she still obviously loved me dearly, and I was so lucky to have such a beautiful and loving wife. I took the lid off the box, and then moved the two or three layers of white tissue paper. "Errr....!" I stared at the pastel yellow nylonette in the box. "But? But, I don't understand. This is a girls nightie," I stuttered. My stomach seemed to drop down into my feet. Was this the beginning of what I had been dreading? "What's not to understand? I thought you'd look pretty in it?" "But it's a girl's nightie..." I persisted. Lucy smiled at me quizzically, a smile playing about her lips. "Surely it must be for you!" "Don't be silly, since when have you seen me wearing something like that?" I licked my dry lips. It was true Lucy had never worn anything as sickly sweet as this. "Lucy? I'm not sure I understand." "Timmy?" she said gently, "you're not going to be cross at me giving you a present, are you? Surely not?" "No. Of course not!" I responded. "But it's such a girlish nightie." "You keep on saying that! How can it be girlish, I've told you women don't wear things like that now!" she interrupted. "Anyway...I see no reason why I shouldn't give you a nice pretty present! And besides, what's wrong with me wanting you to look nice and desirable?" I took a deep breath, my face red with indignation but in my heart I knew that this was inevitable, I tried a new tack. "I'm not the type to wear this sort of thing." "I don't know what you're getting so incensed about. There are lots husbands who wear pretty things for their wives!" She smiled convincingly. I could only stare at her in a sort of stupefied horror. She hammered some more nails into my masculinity. "Besides you enjoy it when I make..." She smiled coyly. "Love to you? Why shouldn't I expect you to want to look pretty for me? Why don't you go try it on and see how it looks?" "Oh Lucy!" I said, humiliated down to my toes but a the back of my brain I knew what was happening. She smiled gently. "Darling, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, my lambkin. But at least think about it?" "I can't wear something like this. Surely you can see that?... You wouldn't want to, hurt my feelings," I said, half pleading now. "Of course I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings," she said in a concerned way, "but wearing the nightie for me isn't going to hurt your feelings. "If anything it will hurt my feelings, especially as I bought it for you as a present! At least say just say that you'll think about it... Please?" She placed her hand on my knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Well I'm not going to change my mind. But I will think about it," I said, inwardly capitulating. I couldn't resist her pleadings and I knew that I although she was asking me to think about it, but I knew that she would have her way in the end. "Promise?" I nodded. "Promise!" Chapter 1 In the beginning Vanity turned out to be the downfall of mankind. But I don't mean mankind in the general sense, I mean actual men. There are two elements to blame for the situation men found themselves in. One was on the government and it's equality policy known as the "great levelling'. The other a drug called Rejuve that was discovered in the 2010s. The great levelling was when the government decided that it was appropriate that only one income per family and had taxed dual income out of existence. However, when this had taken place it happened to be the women who were earning more than their husbands. As the tax benefits for a single income had become huge and a dual income family actually lost more money than the second income, it wasn't surprising that most women became the breadwinners. At first this was accepted and most men simply adapted to their new situation. To them it was all a bit of a joke. For countless centuries men had been the dominant ones, now equality was all right and men were quite happy to buy into it. The problem was that it was not equality. Pretty soon it was an actual true reversal of traditional roles. If anything the equality that men had slowly conceded to in the latter part of the 20th century had been totally reversed. Equality was no more. This time it was the women who owned the economic power. There were more women in all aspects of life until it became very rare indeed to see a man in paid employment. At first there was some concession to equality but there soon sprang up rather macho women's magazines that were politicised and advocated that monetary control should go to the breadwinner. The NewMan would be eternally grateful for this condescension on the part of the new breadwinner, the NEWwomen. No longer would there be any violence and aggression but just firm and gentle governance by women who alone had the qualities necessary for true leadership. The new drug Rejuve made matters worse. Rejuve reversed the ageing process. It genetically rebuilt the cells so that they became as if they were on a young person. Initially this had been only available for the very rich, but after it came out of copyright it turned out to be very cheap to make. Rejuve became freely available. Soon everybody started to look the same age. Women liked to settle at about twenty-eight and men settled at about twenty. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Rejuve had a side effect of reducing your weight, which was ideal for some but it also had the effect of reducing a person's size. This effect seemed to affect men more so than women. It also had an effect of reducing men's musculature so that if a man wished to stay young he was, indeed, the weaker sex. This didn't worry men too much. They were far too busy spending their time enjoying their new found freedom from the drudgery of paid employment. This had fitted in well with the new roles of men and women. Now, women were indeed mostly stronger and more able than the men and, due to the Rejuve drug, they were mostly taller than their men. Women found the new natural inequality with men suited them just fine. Now they were the responsible ones and it suited the women's make up perfectly. For years women had been advocating women rights, but as soon as they had true power they naturally took over. Whether deliberately or not they soon set about removing their old antagonists powers, in other words, take away men's rights. The men were either too lazy or content to resist and just went to prove those, that were advocating the removal of men's rights, were right. Men did not now take responsibility. They were now like a multitude of Peter Pan's. Men were now not allowed to drive, couldn't vote, and could not drink in public. But worst of all they could not own a bank account. Just as in the 1950's the law turned a blind eye to some of the sexual harassment of women, now it turned a similar blind eye to the sexual harassment of men. It was seen as fair game if a man was foolhardy enough to go on a bus or tram on his own, his bottom was likely to become black and blue with the amount of pinches it would receive. It became rather risky for a man to venture too far away from his wife. Men were now totally dependent on women. Just recently things had taken a turn for the worst. Despite losing so many rights there was still a rebellious spirit in most men. They enjoyed themselves generally kidding themselves that they had chosen to allow "the wife' to do all the hard work. However, something strange and rather unsettling was happening. At first it may have seemed that there was to be a refreshing turnaround. Women had started to become more and more masculine in their clothing, outlook and general confidence. They strode about as if they owned the world. Which generally they did, but slowly there started appearing some really cute little girls. They looked mostly about fourteen or so and some looked even younger. It was soon discovered that the sweet little "girls' were in fact men! These new "girls' had somehow seemed content to give up their masculinity and appear in this ultra feminine fashion. Probably their wives had persuaded them to adopt this girlish state. Lucy and I had had some heated discussions about these girlish boys. Lucy thought it lovely especially as the boys didn't appear to be forced but seem to accept their role with relish. In one of the women's magazines that Lucy bought on occasion there was a regular section on the phenomena. The articles consisted mainly of how the boys loved their new role and there were several pictures of simpering little girlish boys in utterly feminine and sometimes childish clothes. A favourite pose was sitting on their "husbands' knee gazing up at her with an adoring expression. A fashion for these girlish boys seemed to favour a sailor suit with short tartan skirts and knee length white socks. On the other hand the fashion for the women had gone the other way, indeed one such fashion for the women was wearing a codpiece! It was like a cover in a distinctive colour over their crotch! It was worn much looser than the trousers it was fitted to and it gave the impression that the women were now sporting a man's crotch. Needless to say I was horrified and told Lucy in no uncertain terms that I thought that the cod-piece fashion was horrible. Luckily she had not succumbed to this fashion I was determined to resist this slide into dismal femininity as much as I could. However, I like so many others had taken Rejuve and now I was barely 5'2" tall and weighed about seven and a half stone. Lucy, on the other hand, was about five eight and was quite well built. The drug reduced her body fat and made her appear tall and slim. Her breast reduced drastically in size and she became almost flat-chested. Lucy was actually in her mid thirties as indeed so was I, but she had insisted that I Rejuved to about eighteen or so. She kept her Rejuve state to being about the late twenties. Chapter 2: Every journey starts with a single step Despite my resistance I found I had to keep the promise I had made to Lucy. In actuality I couldn't do much else as I'd find the nightie stretched out invitingly across my side of the bed every night. Smiling condescendingly at my reactions, Lucy treated the whole thing as if I were just being stupidly stubborn, and would see the light sooner or later. Finally, I thought I could negotiate a compromise. "You know Lucy? One thing I don't think you have thought of? " I started one night. "Suppose I didn't like it? Suppose it didn't suit me?" "Well, I guess you shouldn't wear it then, should you?" she replied softly, then continued, "It's not that I'm trying to force you into doing something you don't want or like. Honest. I just think that you'll enjoy wearing it... after all there are plenty of men that do." "Well... if I don't? Can I take it off right away?" She laughed. "Am I supposed to trust you? I can just see it. You put it on over your head. Then 'ooh no Lucy'! I don't like it.' Off over the head again ten seconds later." "You don't trust me!" I pretended amazement. "Course I do, lambkin!" she laughed. "Tell you what. Try it for, say, ten nights?" "Ten nights! You've got to be kidding!" "No, I think ten nights, no less. Starting tonight." I tried to haggle with her, but she wouldn't budge. Our arguments lately had started to become frustratingly one-sided. In other words what she said went. Finally, I released a big sigh. "Ten days then, starting tonight. And if I don't like it...." "If you honestly don't like it, or, if it doesn't suit you... You don't have to wear it ever again!" "Promise?" I persisted. "Promise!" she said gravely. "Go into the bathroom then, while I put it on," I said, all of a sudden feeling extremely shy. She looked as if she was going to refuse, but then nodded understandingly and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I'd decided to get the experience over as quickly as possible so, closing my mind as well as I could, I stripped off all of my clothes then picked the nightie off the bed and basically 'dived' into it. I pushed my arms through the sleeves, then my head, then standing erect to let it fall around me. I wasn't truly surprised at the delightful sensation of the soft nylonette material cascading down my body nor at the luxurious feeling of pure comfort that now surrounded me. I could not resist the desire to run my hands over the material surrounding my 'breasts' and flowing down my arms. Nylonette was a derivative of nylon except it was much silkier and without the static problems of old nylon. I took a quick peek in the mirror, feeling decidedly silly. I giggled as I realised that I had forgotten the briefs. They were a baby doll type that I had once seen in a museum of family life in London. Now I was wearing some for myself. I hastily pulled on the frilly matching knickers. At least it didn't show off my crotch now. At the same time, I had to admit that I didn't look totally ridiculous. The pastel yellow did suit me -- at least it matched my blonde hair if nothing else. Then I shook my head and jumped into bed. "Ok Lucy," I called out. "It's okay now!" I pulled the bedclothes up around my neck. She came in smiling then saw me in bed. "What are you doing in there?" she teased. "Out! And let me have a look see!" "Oh come on Lucy! I'm embarrassed!" "Embarrassed, my word!" She laughed coming over to the bed and taking a hold of the covers. "Out, and quick about it, or I'll pull these off then you'll have to make the bed all over again." I knew she meant it. Red faced I nodded my surrender, then slid my legs out from under the bed clothes, got my feet onto the floor, then stood up, feeling too silly to look Lucy in the eye. "Turn petlamb -- there's a good girl!" she exulted. "Told you! It's lovely on!" "For goodness sake I'm not a girl Lucy! Please stop calling me a girl!" She was too absorbed in inspecting my appearance and conveniently didn't notice my appeal. "Very nice! Very nice! It really suits you, lambkin. Walk over to the far wall dear. See if you can get it to flow around you. Yes! That's it! As pretty as a picture! Now come back here to Lucy and get a big kiss for being such a good girl!" "Don't call me a girl," I said again but blushing, and obedient, I floated back to Lucy. Somehow the physiological effect of wearing this dainty nightie was taking all resolve out of me. She took me in her arms and gave me a long, lingering kiss, her hands dropping down to caress my silky bottom. I couldn't help myself as I rubbed my tummy against her tightly muscled tummy seductively. She felt my unfortunately rather small bulge underneath. "Now let's see how much you really hate your new nightie, eh?" She grinned and her hand slid down the front of the frilly knickers. "Oh my!" she grinned as her strong hand easily encompassed my crotch. I caught my breath as she gently caressed me with the palm of her hand. "Really hate it, huh?" I sighed softly, her fondling was having it's effect on me. "Ow!!..." I squealed as her insistent hand squeezed a little too hard for comfort. She reluctantly withdrew her hand then gave my backside a playful spank. "You like me doing that, you naughty little thing!" she chortled knowingly. "Into bed there, you little saucy minx!" she demanded. "We have business to attend to, my fair maiden!" I just didn't know how to react to her. Once again she had completely ignored me and called me a girl again. It was obvious she was not going to even acknowledge my protests and was determined that I was to be treated as some piece of fragile property. I realised that calling me a girl obviously turned her on and she wasn't going to even acknowledge my protests. I had had absolutely no idea of this side to her and I was somewhat disturbed. 'Serves me right,' I thought, climbing hurriedly into bed. 'I'll let her have her fun for a while but it's only for a week.' The feel of the material and her aggressive behaviour was sexually arousing me, there wasn't much sense in protesting any longer as I sat up in bed and held my arms out to her. "OK I'm ready for business," I giggled, "get those clothes off?" She didn't fool around. She leapt into her pyjamas that were rather mannish plain cotton. "First things first my darling! Time for your Rejuve pill." "Blast... I had forgotten that." In order to stay young you had to take a course of Rejuve every year or so. Lucy had got me a new course of pills. It was strange, as I had already taken a course of pills only 3 months ago. I didn't question it, as I trusted Lucy. I dutifully took the big blue pill with some water. This was the second night I had taken it. Seconds later I was in her arms. She always tended to take the lead but this time there was no mistaking who was in charge. Again the palm of her strong hand purposefully explored me in between my legs. This time I didn't complain. As I slipped off to sleep I dreamily reflected on our session. I must have been tired because I couldn't seem to get a full erection despite feeling very horny. Lucy had been kind about it but she had still managed to orgasm. She must have been very excited cause she had soaked my new nightie with her love juice. I drifted off to sleep. I was lying on my back I heard Lucy talking to her friend. "It's all right," she said, "they don't feel a thing." My eyes were open but I couldn't move. I was lying on some kind of bed and Lucy was at the end of the bed looking down on me. I suddenly realised that my legs were indecently spread apart and were secured so that I couldn't move them. I tried to yell out but I couldn't speak. To my horror I saw that Lucy was holding a pair of large garden shears. She snapped them a couple of times. "Off with the silly little bit of useless flesh!!" she said and with one snap of the shears chopped of my genitals. I screamed out but to no avail. Lucy was holding up a tiny little penis and testicles. Thankfully I woke up. Lucy was leaning over me. I looked at her fearfully until I came to my senses. "Was it a bad dream?" she said soothingly. It took a little time but I explained the dream to her. "Oh my poor baby!" she crooned as she stroked my temple and comforted me. I was so horrified by the nightmare I cuddled up to her like a little baby. I didn't notice the odd little smirk she had on her face. Chapter 3 No turning back The following morning was Saturday, so we both slept late. Yet again she reached for me and aggressively made love to me. Still no erection and my lacklustre penis was actually getting quite sore as she orgasmed by rubbing her pubis against my crotch. I was relieved to get out of her clutches and go and make her a cup of tea and breakfast. She protested as I took the nightie off. "Oh come on lambkin! Don't take it off! You look so pretty in it." "Lucy! I've got to get dressed. The nightie may be nice, but I'm cold. I need to warm up a little. OK?" I said it firmly. She just sighed theatrically. "OK, miss. If that's the way you want it? I'll have my coffee in bed then juice, bacon, eggs over easy, and some toast and marmalade to finish, and if the paper's here, you can bring that up as well." I started to protest. She had never been so blatant in her dominance and she had called me a girl again. But after last night I felt at a distinct disadvantage if I was to argue with her. It seemed that it was me that was to be the recipient of her dominance and I just could not, in any way, shape, or form, come up with a 'no' that meant anything to her. She, in common parlance, rode over me like a train. The dream I had had affected me too. It was so vivid that I was almost frightened of her. That night was a replay of the first. I wasn't so shy in front of her as I had been, actually kind of enjoyed seeing her getting turned on, I had even to some extent flaunted myself before her, actually enjoying her lust for me. It seemed to me that it was the only power I had over her. I mentioned to her my erection problem and that I was getting a bit sore with her lovemaking method but she put my mind at rest. She didn't mind my lack of performance at all and she declared she actually liked it better that way. Her assurances went in some way to placate me but I still felt inadequate especially has I had not made proper love to her for what seemed ages. To prevent the soreness she suggested that we could use some clear jelly to make her vagina more slippery so it wouldn't rub so hard against my sensitive area. The following morning was Sunday and I was given something else to consider. Again, I started to take the nightie off. Again, she protested. "But Lucy?" I explained. "It's just the same as it was yesterday. I'm cold! The nightie is nice, but it's not the warmest thing in the world to wear, you know?" She grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Lambkin? Why don't you have a look in my wardrobe there? See what Lucy has bought her girl." I had the feeling that I had been had. I was now getting used to her calling me a girl. I opened up her wardrobe door and found a large department store bag. I opened it up and there inside was a nice cosy terry dressing gown in a dull pink -- didn't look as if it was too long, with rounded lapels, and heavily cuffed sleeves. A warm, feminine dressing gown! She must have bought it when she went out yesterday. No wonder she had been so mysterious when she had come in from shopping. "Think that one's warm enough for you?" she asked from the bed. "Put it on. Let's see how it fits." "But ... But.. The ten days aren't up yet," I stammered. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "Well? If I don't like the nightie..." "You have to be kidding!" she laughed. "You're not going to tell me you don't like your nightie! How you act in bed? The way you've been wafting about? Don't be so silly and try on your dressing gown!" I opened my mouth in shock. I had been of the illusion that all I had to say was I didn't like it and I would be back to my normal clothes. But, it slowly dawned on me that she had assumed that I actually liked wearing the nightie because of my actions. "Hurry up you'll get cold," she demanded. Her words forced me into action, I hadn't realised how I had obviously liked the attention I got when wearing the nightie. Somehow knew that this was the start of a truly slippery slope and there was no way off. I knew I should be resisting. But I didn't! I slowly slipped the dressing gown on for her, there was no question, it was lovely and warm. As I tied the sash around my waist, I saw some things I'd missed still in the bag. Gingerly, I picked out two items of clothing. One was a pair of lacy feminine knickers in a powder blue. The other was a pair of blue cotton Y-fronts picked out in white piping. I didn't need to be a genius to know which was intended for me. "What's this?" I asked weakly. "It's a his and hers set. The knickers are for 'her' and the other is for "him' to show you the contrast between you and I," she said rather matter-of-factly. Once again there was little sense in complaining about her use of feminine when talking to me. "Let's try them on shall we?" Err... all right then." I handed the knickers to her and made out as if to put on the Y-fronts. I knew that these were intended for her but I wanted to make my point. I expected her to protest straight away, but she didn't. She watched me in silent amusement as I pulled them on. I then realised what a silly mistake I had made. They were miles too big for me. They just about clung to my hips making me look ridiculous. Lucy gave a peal of laughter. "Oh you look adorable trying to wear men's underwear." She emphasised the 'men's.' "Now don't be ridiculous you look very silly in my underwear. Now them off and get into those knickers on or I'll put you in them!" she said in a mock stern voice. Not knowing what to say at her implied threat and feeling rather foolish I sheepishly slipped off the Y-fronts and gave them to her. "Naughty little girl, how could you not want to wear your new knickers?" She smiled and gave my bared bottom a playful swat as she handed me the frilly knickers. I knew better than to protest any more, but at the same time, I really did not want to wear them. I knew, that if I did, it would not stop there. In fact I knew that I should have stopped this nonsense when she had made me wear the silly nighty. I hesitated for a second or so. My stomach churning as I contemplated the obviously feminine lacy knickers, Part of me wanted to rage and rip the stupid things to shreds, The other part of me was almost overawed by their femininity. What if I made a fuss and refused. Would she 'put me in them' as she had said she would. She was certainly strong enough and I was sure she would beat me in a physical struggle. I had seen several of the feminine boys just the other day and I couldn't help fantasising about what underwear they may have been wearing. I knew that the full waist high knickers with the lacy panels and 'cotton lined' gusset' was probably the sort of thing that they were wearing. Now I was expected to wear them myself. "Tadaaaa!" I had been concentrating on the delicate lace and hadn't seen her put her Y-fronts on. I was astounded as she stood in them. She had always had an athletic figure but now as she stood in the bedroom she looked distinctly mannish. Her breasts seemed to be much flatter than usual and her prominent mons seemed to be much more discernible despite the thick cotton of the underpants. It was almost as if she had mannish bulge. "Put them on darling," she requested as if I was a recalcitrant child. I gave in! Almost without hesitation I slid the knickers on. Whereas she looked quite masculine with a bulge to her crotch I on the other hand didn't show much at all. The knickers were made of a stretchy material that had the affect of hugging me close. After much mutual admiration I was allowed to pull my trousers on over the top. There was no question of finding my more normal underwear. Lucy smiled nicely at me when we sat down for breakfast. "Now? Don't you feel better? All nice and sexy and cuddly?" I blushed in response. It was true! I did feel sexy. But I wasn't going to tell her that. All the same I couldn't help responding to the hugs and kisses she showered on me. I did still love her very much, after all. Later that afternoon while I was preparing dinner, Lucy went out. I didn't hear her leave, but was sure she'd be back in time for dinner. I contemplated taking the knickers off, but after a while I couldn't really feel them and I had felt much sexier in them. Also I secretly liked the way Lucy kept on patting and squeezing my bottom, although I protested when she did it, I couldn't help liking it. I had just finished setting the table when she arrived back home. She had gone to an out-of-town store that was open on a Sunday, she had bought back with her several huge bags. The first thing she did was to grab me and hug me. I was a bit surprised at this display of affection but I soon found out why. Her hand slid down and unbuttoned my trousers and she quickly jerked them down despite my protests. "Good girl," she cooed. "You've still got them on... you must like wearing them!" "Get off," I squeaked as I tried to pull my trousers up. She grinned at my ineffectual struggles but, after giving me an affectionate squeeze, she laughingly she let me go. She was mysterious about what she had bought all through dinner. She promised to show what was in them after I had cleared away from dinner. My stomach churned as I cleared up; I had a good idea that she had probably bought some more humiliating feminine undies for me. My mouth was dry in anticipation at the thought of yet more frillies. If truth be known I knew that I hadn't resisted as much as I should when she had made me wear my knickers. I also knew I should have taken them off the minute she was out of the house, But I hadn't. In reality I had swanned around all day feeling sexy. I went into the drawing room when I had finished the dishes and she had laid out everything on the sofa. My suspicions were correct but I was still aghast when I saw everything laid out. She had bought us both a complete new set of underwear. The underwear which she had bought for me was of course all frills and lace and hers was all masculine white Y-fronts or cotton boxer shorts. She also had bought a couple of new nighties. One was a classic cotton and the other was a like a child's romper set with short puffy bloomer type bottoms all in one piece with the top. "Oh Lucy!" I said helplessly. "You said ten days! I was supposed to get ten days to try the yellow ones." "Have I got to repeat myself?" she said. "You're not even going to try and pretend that you don't like your new clothes, surely? I mean, I've seen your reaction. All pink and flushed and girlish and you can't wear just one set of jammies now, can you? So take all of these and put them in your knickers drawer. Also you're still wearing the knickers I gave you, even when you had an opportunity to take them off. So please stop with the 'ten day' silliness when it is obvious to me that you love them!" I bit my lip, as it dawned on me she had set me a kind of test. I had passed or failed from whichever point of view you take. I had passed the test from her point of view as I had worn them all day, failed for me because if I truly had hated them I would have taken them off. She smiled at me in that condescending way with a glint of triumph in her eyes. Within a week or two, all of my masculine underwear and pyjamas were gone and I had become totally used to my new dainty knickers and nighties and now she had nothing but mannish underwear in her drawer. Lucy had subtly been changing her nightwear as well. She had never worn anything as dainty as she had been buying for me but now there was no mistaking her man's underwear and pyjamas. She had gone masculine in other ways too. She had always worn very masculine cut trousers and she had never worn a skirt or dress. But now she had had her haircut spikily short and she didn't wear a bra at all. She had always had an athletic figure and her wide chest absorbed the flat breasts. Sometimes in the low light of the bedroom she looked almost as if she was a man. Like a lot of dark girls her body hair was dark and now she did nothing in the way of shaving or waxing. her arms and legs were now hairier than mine. Chapter 4 Establishing the ground rules Every couple of weeks or so we always go out to a nice pub with our friends, Bobby and Julie. There are a couple very much like us. She was a bank manager of the local bank and he was like me a house-husband. We both seem to hit it off but I found Julie a bit overpowering. But Lucy and her got on fine and I liked Bobby. That night we all met up in the 'Shepherd and Dog' which was a country pub much favoured by the urban set like we were. I of course had to wear a pair of knickers, as that was the only underwear I had! However, it was true to say I had got quite used to wearing them although it presented difficulties going to the toilet as they were rather tight and, of course, had no fly hole. It meant I had to actually pull them down to allow me to pee. By now I had got used to going in a stall and shutting the door where I could pull down my trousers and knickers without anyone seeing. I wore a tough pair of tough denim jeans and although I hated them the most of all I wore a slinky little thong so as to avoid the possibility of anyone seeing a tell tale pantieline through my jeans. When the women had got us our soft drinks. --Men had been banned from drinking alcohol in public. -- Bobby and I sat down to discuss the latest soccer game. I still enjoyed the skill and aggressions of the game, but it had been many years since there were men plying football. Now it had become quite acceptable to follow women's soccer which Bobby and I did avidly. Julie and Lucy were deep in their own conversation. They of course were drinking pints of beer. An occasional peal of laughter came from them as Bobby and I discussed the merits of our respective teams that we supported. A lull came in our discussion and I looked around at our fellow drinkers. There was the usual amount of single women drinkers and a few more husband and wives couples. Suddenly as I was looking around a couple walked in. "Hey! Bobby, look!!" I whispered fiercely. He too stared in amazement. The women was fairly normal as most women were these days a bit masculine with an easy confident stride in a tee-shirt and a tight pair of grey trousers. But what was amazing was him! Or should I say her. The husband was obviously one of these new boys I had been reading about. He was dressed in a pale blue sailor suit with a blue pastel pleated skirt. He had long knee length socks and his hair was done in two bunches with bright red ribbons. Bobby and I nearly fell out of our chairs when the women turned around and we could see her crotch. Women's fashions had got more masculine and the trousers were a figure hugging highwaisters, but what had amazed Bobby and I was that she was wearing what could only be described as a "codpiece'. It was made of a dark purple and shiny material and contrasted with the grey of her trousers. It covered her pubic area and what was even more amazing was that it actually bulged out as if she had a masculine genitals! The boy or should I say girl was very nervous and stayed close to his wife who was I must admit was lavishing care and affection on him. There was a good deal of hand holding and little kisses between them like a newly wed couple. The settled in the corner of the pub and earnestly talked with each other. She possessively put her arm around him. "He's got boobs!" Bobby whispered to me. Sure enough he clearly had a couple of pert little breasts and you could just about see the silhouette of a lacy bra outlined through the material of his blouse. "Must of stuffed a sock or something down there," Bobby whispered conspiratorially, he and I were both thinking about the same thing. Certainly the obvious bulge could not be explained by a prominent mons it was just too distinct. My first reaction was a jolt in my knickers. The girl-boy looked absolutely drop dead gorgeous. He seemed like a beautiful innocent little twelve-year-old girl. I also felt pangs of jealousy, a feeling which I hastily suppressed, it was just that he was so totally dependent on her and she looked after him so well. The wife was like most women only more so. As well as the grey trousers she wore a waistcoat with a shirt and tie. She looked supremely confident and condescending to him especially in her short mannish style of hair. "Are you sitting comfortably, girls," Julie called over to us in a taunting manner. And both her and Lucy collapsed in peals of laughter. I flushed to the root of my hair. I immediately jumped to the conclusion that Lucy must have told her that I was wearing knickers and it was her way of teasing me. I looked over at Bobbie. To my surprise, instead of looking at me he was blushing as well. "Ignore them!" he stammered. "They're being typical women," he sniffed. It seemed that Bobby had no idea that they were getting at me. Or at least I thought they were. Perhaps they weren't. Perhaps they were just being silly, and thinking we fancied the new-boy that had just walked in. On the way home in the car I questioned Lucy about it and what Julie had meant. "Oh... nothing really. Just being a bit silly," she said light- heartedly. "But why did she say it?" I insisted. "I explained to her that I had put you in knickers and she just thought she would make a joke" "What..." I yelled. "You told her I was wearing a pair of knickers... how could you?" "I didn't think it mattered besides she had put Bobby in knickers as well." "What!" I gasped. That would explain why Bobby had been so sheepish. While I was worrying about him and Julie know I was wearing knickers he was wearing a pair of knickers too! "When that couple walked in we started talking about our husbands and how nice that women's husband looked and wouldn't it absolutely wonderful if our wives was like that." "You must be kidding!!" I retorted still extremely annoyed at her telling Julie I was wearing knickers. "We just got talking about some of the things we had been up to and it turned out that she was doing the same sort of thing with Bobby," she said simply, "it was no big deal. I can't see what you're fussed about." "Well I am!" I said furiously. "Besides," I shouted, "you had no business telling her about me -- it was none of her business." "Stop shouting at me," she said her irritation showing in her voice. "I'm trying to drive safely!" "I don't care, and I'm not your wife I'm your husband," I yelled at her, it had only just sunk in that she had referred to me as a wife. I was really angry. My anger had built up in me to such an extent that without thinking I dug my elbow into her ribs whilst she was driving. I instantly regretted it. But it was too late, she jammed on the brakes and drew the car to skidding halt into a lay-by. And with a furious glare she leapt out of the car and marched around to my side. "I'm sorry darling," I called out to her fearfully as I don't think I had ever seen her like this before. It was too late by the look of her face, which was black as thunder. She wrenched open my door and hauled me out of the car. I struggled to get away from her but her grip was too strong. "Stop it!!" I wailed starting to cry "I'll give you something to cry about," she growled and she wrenched down my jeans which, unfortunately for me, had an elasticated waist which meant they came down easily. "No!!" I screamed. Luckily it was dusk on a deserted road. So there was no one about to see my humiliating predicament. As my frilly thong had come down with the jeans my bottom was now bare. She hauled me around still with my jeans around my ankles and thrust me in face down on across my passenger seat. My bare bottom was stuck up in the air. I shrieked and wailed as I could guess what was coming next and but she gave me a sound walloping with her bare hand on my backside. With her holding my hands behind me and my trousers effectively tying my legs together, I was utterly helpless. I was amazed at how hard she could spank. When she had finished she sat me down in the seat still with my trousers down. "Now you sit there and don't you DARE move or you'll get another one." I was openly crying in a boo-hoo girlish sort of way. I hadn't cried like that since I was a kid! I considered trying to pull my trousers up but decided against it. She had certainly not been joking. She got into the driving seat and drove home. I was still weeping helplessly. Firstly my bottom was stinging where she had walloped me and secondly I was utterly humiliated. It was lucky no one saw us but I don't believe she looked around to check. If someone had gone past during my spanking they would have seen the whole thing. The fight had gone out of me and I was reduced to the a quite sobbing. I reflected on the incident and I reluctantly realised that my mindset was changing. She had now shown a different side to her which I had not really foreseen. I realised that the respect she had shown me was just politeness. I had seen the quiet dominance that she had over me and she had obviously known who was boss before even I had. Up until then I thought I still had a choice, but now I realised that she was in total control. She may politely ask me what I wanted but if she didn't agree I would be overruled and no matter what my desires were she would get her way. I shivered miserably as I realised where we had come to. My tears were not just of humiliation but were more of a sense of loss. I was now hers in every sense and I was going to be just how she wanted me. When we got home she just went straight into the house and left me still sobbing in the car obviously expecting me not to move. I considered pulling my trousers up again but I was too tired and humiliated. Eventually she came out after ten minutes or so. "What do you say young lady?" she said quietly. My face burned. It was as if she was talking to a pre-teen girl. Normally I would have retorted something about her calling me a young lady but this time I was very subdued. "Well?..." "I'm sorry," I muttered. "Sorry for what?" Her gentle but very serious expression showed her resolve. I had to capitulate. The emotional turmoil that was going on inside was too much. I couldn't seem to help it as I dissolved in tears again and in between sobs I profusely apologised for my behaviour. I was actually genuinely sorry. I didn't think that physical violence was the answer. After much cuddling and kisses she helped me pull my trousers up we went back into the house. I was trapped in this new world with no way back. Chapter 5 Changes That evening I lay silent in the bath reflecting on the day and especially last nights episode. There were no doubts that Lucy was asserting her new authority and at the same time demonstrating her manliness. I sighed, the world had gone mad. I wished I had lived in the last century where men where the breadwinners and women were the submissive adoring and dutiful wives. It had been in the latter part of the 20th and the early part of the 21st century that men had allowed women to become their equals. And now women were proving their superiority and removing every equality with men in a almighty rush of what seemed like retribution. There was a noise outside the door. It must be Lucy. I frowned. Lucy had removed the lock to the bathroom door the other week. She had muttered something about safety in the case of one of us collapsing or slipping in the bath. It now meant my reveries in the bath could at any time be interrupted by her coming in. The door opened Lucy came in. She was in her mannish dressing gown and striped pyjamas. 'Not very sexy,' I thought to myself "Hiya pet lamb!" she said gaily. She had a rather smug expression on her face. During the day she had not even mentioned what had happened last night. "Now what was she up to?" I wondered. I turned over in the bath. I was mildly embarrassed at her seeing me in the bath and particularly at her seeing me in between my legs in the bright bathroom light. I was really getting worried about my prowess. I don't remember the last time I had an erection and my penis when relaxed seemed to have somehow atrophied. I certainly don't remember it being that small. I didn't feel like Lucy seeing me in this state. Lucy took the large pink fluffy towel from the towel rail. It wasn't my usual stripy towel that I used. She held it out. "Come on my pet-lambkin I got something nice in store for you... and besides it's time you got out." "I was enjoying myself!" I said in mock annoyance. "Come on," she said roguishly and leaned over and gave my upturned bottom a little smack. "Get that sexy little bum out of there!" There was nothing for it. I sheepishly stood up in the bath. She smiled as she wrapped the towel around me. She had included my arms and the next thing I knew was that she had bodily lifted me out of the bath. 'Wow.' I hadn't known she was that strong. "Careful," I squeaked but I needn't of worried. She easily lifted me and instead of putting me down she held me like a baby. "Put me down," I protested. I was powerless as my arms were still wrapped in the towel. "This is part of the surprise," she said salaciously. I was carried into our bedroom. I gasped in amazement. She had transformed the bedroom by lighting lots of candles with several incense burners giving off a powerful spicy smell. "Oh wow," I shuddered. I knew what I was in store for. It was obviously going to be another love making session. I hoped I could perform and stand up to the occasion so to speak. She lay me on the bed still wet from the bath. I noticed on the bedside table she had put several bottles with various substances in. She started to pat me dry with a big smile on her face. She still didn't allow my arms out and she leant forward and kissed me. It was a full and long kiss. Her lips covered mine and her tongue asserted itself into my mouth. It was not fair. As she kissed me I couldn't help feeling extremely sexy but to no avail. No matter how I felt, it seem didn't translate to my groin. She at last came up for air. "Oh you are so sexy, -- all sweet, helpless and girly," she gurgled as she hugged me tightly. I smiled back at her. Despite her reference to being "girly' and my consternation at the turn of events I still loved her dearly. She unwrapped the towel at last and allowed my arms out, I automatically covered my groin area mindful of how small I had become down there. "Now I want you to lie back and enjoy. Any interference and certain chubby little bottoms may have to be smacked again! Now put your hands by your side," she ordered. I knew she was only joking but it still rankled when she teased me like that. Especially as I now knew that if she wanted to she could give that 'certain little chubby bottom', as she put it a a good spanking! "Darling" I appealed " I seem to be getting smaller down there and I can't get an erection any more so I'm kind of embarrassed," I said lamely. "Awwwww, my little pet lambkin, I like you just as you are, and you mustn't worry about things like that. I sure every thing is OK", she cooed gently as she beamed at me in a condescending motherly way. She drew my hands aside and put them down by my side. "There, so scrumptious and sexy." My independence was being slowly sapped away by her resolute control. She had me where she wanted me. Besides I might actually enjoy what she had had planned. I was quite dry now as the towel was very fluffy and absorbent. She reached for the bottle that was on the beside table, and poured some lotion into the palm of her hand. She was going to give me a massage! She turned me over and she started on my back. It was gorgeous. She was gentle and yet strong. Soon she had covered all of my body. Strangely she paid particular attention to under my arms and also my face. Eventually she got to a place I didn't really feel comfortable about. "Err... careful" I said. She was now massaging my bottom and her fingers were getting closer to an area, I didn't want her to go. She ignored me entirely even changing the bottle to a different type of oil. This time, the oil was much thicker than the oil she had used previously. As I lay there I felt her pull apart the cheeks of my bottom and she dabbed a blob of the stuff right on my very intimate area. "Yowp," I squeaked and tried to stop her by clenching my cheeks. It was very embarrassing. "I think you need to be a good little girl and stop being silly -- don't you?" She spoke nonchalantly and at the same time slid her other hand under my body and her strong hand clamped onto my crotch. "Grnnff," I stifled what I was going to say. She was gently applying pressure to my testicles. When someone has you by that sensitive area prudence dictates you do what they want! I swiftly 'relaxed' my buttocks so she could have access. She continued to gently squeeze me between the legs whilst her other hand stretched my bottom cheeks apart. It was very difficult to remain 'relaxed' for very long, her long cool finger very slowly and almost imperceptibly pushed and applied pressure. With a tiny jolt I felt my portal succumbing to the intrusion and she slowly pushed her finger well and truly inside me. I had my eyes tight shut and I couldn't help my involuntary muscles try to expel the intruding finger, but to no avail. She pulled out and in and I found she was easing more of the thick oily stuff actually into my bottom. I could feel it cool inside me. Thankfully her other hand left my testicles alone and was now fingering the tip of my lacklustre penis. Nevertheless the appropriate nerve ending were working fine and I should have the largest erection I had ever had, judging by my sensations I was feeling. Her finger had started a rhythmic plunge deep into me and at the same time she was fondling my soft penis. I found I couldn't resist the double onslaught. Almost without warning an absolutely monstrous orgasm racked my body. It seemed to go on forever and Lucy held her finger deep inside me as the spasms continued to shake me. After that I was absolutely exhausted. Lucy turned me over and I lay on my back in Lucy's arms as she continued to stroke me. It felt fantastic. This time I made no attempt to cover my self in fact my legs lolled open as she purposefully rubbed the thick lotion into my soft groin area. I sleepily allowed her to dress me in my nightie. I could hardly keep awake, I was so expended. She carefully slipped me under the covers and got in beside me after blowing out all of the scented candles. As I was drifting off to sleep I could vaguely hear a soft rhythmic sound beside me. I could have sworn I heard a little cry just as I was going off to sleep. The next morning I got up early. I felt all sticky and strangely tingly from the massage oil Lucy had used the night before. I felt slightly uncomfortable so I ran myself a bath in order to wash the oil off. I lay back in the bath reflecting on the previous night. My cheeks burned as I thought about the very intimate intrusion and also my reaction to her ministrations. In one way I felt humiliated, she had violated a part of me that I thought was sacrosanct. But at the same time I remembered totally succumbing to her intrusion. It was if by my actions I had conveyed my permission to her trespass. "Well I didn't like it," I said to myself, but deep down I knew. I knew that this was only the beginning of a battle. I didn't realise quite how soon the next phase was going to hit. I had been lying in a reverie for ten minutes or so before I understood what was happening to me. Every vestige of body hair that I had on my body was slipping off of me. I sat up in horror. I tentatively wiped my arm with the palm of my hand. I had never been very hairy but my body hair just peeled off! My eyes jumped to my crotch. I swooshed the water against my crotch and my rather sparse pubic hair just came away with just the force of the water. I was aghast. My hairless crotch looked like a child's. In fact the whole of my body looked as If I was back to eleven years old. My mind was racing. That was why Lucy had been so meticulous in covering my body with that oil the previous night. It was hair remover. I shuddered. Some of the depilatory oils that were available were permanent. I was pretty sure that the permanent type would have been the one that Lucy would have used. I was now completely hairless all over including my face. I would probably never have to shave again. When I had dried off I inspected myself closely. I was right, not a hair was left on my body. Except my head and eyebrows. I was so absorbed with my self-inspection I didn't hear Lucy come in. "How's my little shorn pet-lambkin?" she said sweetly. I stared at her miserably. I was too absorbed to notice that I was completely naked in front of her. "Aren't you pleased now all that nasty hair has permanently gone?" I looked back into the mirror again. She stood behind me and encircled her arms around me. "You look absolutely gorgeous and so dainty like that," her hands smoothed down my tummy, "...Lovely and smooth, especially here." And her hands gently lovingly clasped me in between the legs. "Lucy did you use the permanent stuff?" I asked almost in desperation. She smiled her condescending smile. "Of course, darling you're now permanently smooth and scrummy," she whispered breathily as her strong hands slid smoothly over my bottom. "Just how I like it," she whispered. Chapter 6 A discovery Later on that morning I realised just how bad things had got. I was making the bed as usual and generally tidying up after Lucy had left for work. It felt strange in my new hairless state, somehow my skin seemed more sensitive in its new smooth form. I had made her breakfast in bed as usual and I was just having a general clear up in our bedroom. Lucy had a habit of just chucking her clothes on the bedroom floor for me to pick up next morning. I frowned, she had left a pair of Y-fronts resting on top of her bedside cabinet drawer. I picked them up. 'I do wish she could be a bit more tidy, she could have easily put these in the laundry basket,' I muttered to myself. I sighed, despite everything I still loved her. I gently smelt the Y-fronts. I could smell her odour on the pants. It smelt vaguely of her sex and the masculine powder she used to dust her self. I couldn't help putting my lips to the fly front. I reflected on my situation. I still loved her dearly, and if the truth were known I still found her attractive despite her masculine clothes. She couldn't disguise her svelte neat figure actually shown off to best advantage in her mannish clothes. I sighed as I shut the drawer. I noticed a pamphlet inside. It was a government pamphlet as I could tell by the stylised feminine logo on the front. The title was "A New-Woman for A New-Man." "What on earth was this?" I puzzled. I flicked open the pages. I read inside the front cover. "The official publication for 'new-men' on how to turn your husband into a 'new-woman' wife." It didn't take me long to grasp that this pamphlet was for a 'new-man' -- Lucy -- to create a 'new-woman' -- me! The importance of this find wasn't lost on me. Firstly it meant that this new-women thing was official government policy and secondly Lucy was obviously planning to go the whole hog and turning me into one. With trepidation I flicked through the pages to see if I could find out what may be in store for me. After all to be forewarned is forearmed. The pamphlet opened on a section on clothes. "Clothes are the most important tool in your journey of subjugation. For centuries 'old-men' have forced women into silly impractical clothes for pure ornament. There is no reason why we, the new-men should not use the same method. The more unnecessary the ornament the more obvious it is the clothes are there for new-men's delight. New- women must learn that their new role in life is to delight and revere the new-man totally and utterly" ... aghast I turned over. "Overview of steps to take," was the title of this chapter. I read on both horrified and fascinated. "Firstly as a candidate new-men you have to make up your mind that this is to be you and you are happy and determined to go ahead. Once you have settled this in your mind you and put into action the following plan. It is assumed that you are already wearing your hair cut short and wearing appropriate masculine clothes. The old-women are now the new-men and are masculine and the old-men are the new-woman who are now feminine. It is important that you look and feel masculine. Obtain the especially developed new-woman re-juve pills from your local new-men advisory centre and make sure she takes them. This newly developed re-juve will make her lighter and more dainty. It will soften her skin and also should constrict the throat of the new-woman so her voice will start to sound distinctly feminine. She will take on the physical appearance of a child of about twelve or so. Her penis will no longer be capable of an erection. Care should be taken in explaining this. She will also get very much weaker in strength and her muscle will turn to puppy fat. This has the advantage of you being much stronger physically and if necessary you can easily put her across your knee for a light spanking if she gets out of hand. (see the section on discipline.) Get your wife to start wearing feminine underwear. Perhaps you could buy your new-woman wife a set of feminine briefs for her birthday or some such occasion. Once she has accepted them -- and you may need to pretend it is for a trial period-- make sure that you get rid of all her underwear that could be considered to be masculine." I read through with fascination. I flicked on to the chapter on discipline. "It is imperative at an early stage you establish the new order. YOU are the responsible one, and as such what YOU say will have to go. Your new wife has been used to, at least, having a say in matters and perhaps discussing the matter with you. This must be stamped out. At first she will not be very happy with this and may start to disobey you. At the first sign of this disobedience it is imperative that you physically chastise her in a preferable humiliating way, perhaps standing in a corner with her underwear pulled down and having to ask you to spank her or some other sort of punishment. Do not hurt or harm her. It is the humiliation of the punishment that will cause the disobedience to stop..." It was awful. it went on to show illustrations on the best way of holding a new wife so that he couldn't struggle. I couldn't read it any longer. I pushed the pamphlet back into the drawer and slammed it shut. How could she do such a thing. It wasn't fair. I tested my voice. It was true, I hadn't noticed it but my voice was getting squeaky as well. I was losing my masculine base and returning to my pre-pubescent voice. I got on with my work my mind was racing. But in my heart I knew that all this was probably in store for me. Chapter 7 Happening all around We were talking together after making love one night. "You really like being Lucy's girl don't you?" she asked me. "All soft and silky?" "Mmmm," I moaned, pressing into her not really paying attention. "Oh yes Lucy." She laughed as she answered for me. "I'll say this lambkin, you're certainly enjoying things." She chucked me gently under the chin. "But? I think it's really silly that you don't have a proper name." "A proper name," I repeated mystified as to what she meant. "I like being Timmy or even your pet-lambkin," I said giving her a kiss. "I know... but haven't heard the new government decree?" "What's that then?" I said rather annoyed that she should be talking about some silly government decree when we had just made love. "Don't you listen to the government channel ever?!" she asked with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. The government channel was a radio channel that I had stopped listening to, it was basically full of this newman newwoman nonsense, and it was just pure propaganda. "Errr... not really," I said guardedly. "Well you should," she said in a voice that I knew from now on I had better or else! "If you had you would have heard the new-woman names decree. I must have a old mans name and your name is the same but with a "kin on the end!" I looked at her not comprehending. "Look it's quite simple... I must have a masculine name -- and I have chosen Peter, and you must have a kin on the end of my name so from now on your name will be Peterkin." "Peterkin...?" I sat up. I was rather partial to my name. "Yes, that's right." I was non-plussed; what new humiliation was this? She sat up pensive for a moment. "Oh Lucy! Please don't!... I like my name and don't want to change it." "You didn't listen Peterkin!" she said warningly. "It's a decree." "B-b-ut..." I looked at her in frustration but I knew I had no choice. If I objected I would just get a wallop until I conceded. I might as well accept it now and be done with it. "Err... Ok I like it," I grumbled miserably. "I think it's a lovely name, you'll get to just love it!" And so she became Peter and I became Peterkin. In the weeks that followed I slowly came to terms that I was now nothing but the totally submissive partner, completely ruled by Lucy or Peter as I should now call her. She wasn't cruel or even physically abusive apart from one rebellion on my part where I got a sound spanking for not calling her Peter, but it was me that wore the pretty clothes and acted out the female role. She seemed to naturally enforce her superior status, even when she walked she strutted with a confident stride. She had the habit of sitting in the sofa wither her log cocked up on the arm, blatantly displaying her trouser covered crotch in a most un-lady like way. She would cunningly reinforce the submissive message by forcing me to ask whether Peter loved Peterkin. "Does Peter love his Peterkin?" I would have to ask. Then she'd give me a comforting hug and answer. "Oh yes. Pretty Peterkin is Peter's favourite girl." It got to be a very boring ritual saying the same thing night after night, but any time I forgot or tried to say it in a different way I'd be sharply reprimanded and threatened with a spank. My constant identification of myself as both 'Peterkin' and 'her girl' put me in a brainwashed state where I accepted that this is what I had to be. Lucy was now constantly on at me to be more feminine not only in what I wore but also in my demeanour. She could have easily given me a good walloping and insisted on me wearing a dress and that would have been that, but she seemed to not want to take that approach. She seemed to want to wear me down by her constant badgering. However, as I seemed to be given a choice, much to her dismay, I didn't choose what she wanted! By now I was used to my wearing girlish knickers and I was used to her wearing masculine clothes, but I drew the line at wearing a dress or skirt. Every week or so Lucy and I would go for a shop at the local supermarket. As new-women were no longer allowed bank accounts I could only buy anything with cash, so Lucy would always come so that she could pay for the provisions by bankers card. Every week more and more boys were appearing in the girlish outfits. At first it was very rare to see a man in a skirt but it is was now getting quite unremarkable to see a new-man with a cute little girl in tow, which of course was her husband. I reckoned that perhaps 1 in 10 men shopping w