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A Fictional Story
He can feel the sweat drip from his forehead as he backs out of the
driveway. He has just dropped their two kids off with the babysitter for
the next twenty-four hours. He rolls down the window to get some fresh
air, but continues to sweat. It is not the weather that is causing the
perspiration, it's a combination of the layers of clothing he is wearing
and the nervousness about what lies ahead. Under his jacket, button up
flannel shirt and jeans he is wearing bright pink satin panties, light
tan high waist control top pantyhose, a bright pink underwire bra that
nicely matches his bright pink panties and a red leotard over everything.
He hadn't planned on dressing this way today. Nor was he expecting to
have a day without kids. This all started at 7:30 this morning as his
wife was leaving for work. Before she kissed him goodbye she handed him
a stack of six small envelopes. Her instructions were to open the first
one once she drives away and to have fun. He watched her pull onto the
road and drive off. It was time to look at the envelopes. They were
each numbered one through six. Wondering what she has in store for me I
open the first envelope.
"Today will either be one of the best days of your life or one of the
worst. It all depends on how bad you really want the things you have
suggested to me over the years. The only rule is that you are not to
open the next envelope until the task in the current one is complete.
Here is a list of what you are to do starting now.
1. Go into the bathroom and remove the package from under the vanity.
Open it and remove the contents. I hope you like them.
2. Try on all your bras and determine what one fits best with your new
gifts.
3. After selecting a bra place your gifts back in the box.
4. Put on a pair of panties that match the bra you selected.
5. Put on a pair of your control top support pantyhose, choose a pair
with the highest waistband.
6. Now put on your bright red leotard.
7. Put on your regular clothes.
8. Get the kids ready and take them to the babysitter. She is expecting
them at 8:30.
9. You can open envelope number two after you have left the babysitters."
By now he was very excited and he rushed into the bathroom to find the
package. Fortunately the kids were eating breakfast quietly so he had a
few minutes alone - thank god for small miracles. The package was right
where she said it would be. It was somewhat heavy and when he opened the
lid and looked inside it became clear why. Inside was a pair of silicone
breast forms. They must have weighed two pounds each. Picking them up
and holding them in his hands he thought, "My god, these are HUGE!" The
paperwork inside the box indicated that they were size 44b.
He quickly grabbed his stash of bras and began trying them on. First he
tried a very stretchy tan bra and found that the forms were too heavy and
fell away from his chest. Next he tried his most rigid bra, it was dark
brown satin with very little stretch. This bra held the forms firmly
against his chest, but the lack of elasticity in the cups left a large
gap between his chest and the bra's band.
After trying on all seven of his bras he determined that his bright pink
padded underwire bra fit best. This was not one of his favorite bras
because the heavy padding in the cups made it quite noticeable under his
clothes, even without the breast forms. He often liked to wear bras under
his everyday clothes but he didn't want others to know. It was a
pleasant surprise to see that the forms filled the cups nicely and were
well proportioned with his rather large torso. Not the huge gozongas he
was expecting. He took a minute to look at himself in the mirror and
felt himself up for another minute. When he was done he put them back in
their box and reviewed the note for what to do next.
Realizing that he had to hurry he quickly put on a pair of panties to
match the bra. Then he found a pair of very light tan high waist tummy
control support pantyhose. He put them on and pulled the waistband
nearly all the way up to the bottom of his bra. Finally he put on the
leotard and got dressed in his regular clothes. He finished just in time
because just as he left the bedroom he saw the kids were finished with
their breakfast and starting to wander around looking for trouble. A
quick washrag to both kids faces, jackets for everyone and we were ready
to go.
Dropping the kids off was stressful. He was sure everyone was staring at
his chest and could see the panties and bra right through his clothes,
but he knew it was only his imagination. It did make him nervous enough
to break a sweat. After saying their goodbye's and exchanging hugs and
kisses he was out the door and in his truck. He quickly drove off and
found the nearest place he could pull over so he could read envelope
number two. The instructions in envelope number two were fewer than in
envelope number one but much more challenging and potentially
embarrassing. It read as follows:
"It has been six weeks since we started using a spreadsheet to schedule
your weekly kinky activities. Since we started I have caught you wearing
pantyhose with a run six times. You know that is against the rules. I
don't it when you carelessly ruin perfectly good hosiery. Who knows how
many more you ruined that I haven't seen. Quality pantyhose are
expensive and you need to learn to appreciate wearing them and not ruin
them.
Your task is to go shopping and replace all the pantyhose you ruined
with the following: 'Legg's Sheer Energy control top with reinforced toe,
size: Q, color: off black.' By my count you have ruined six pairs.
Since a pair is always counted as two you will need to buy twelve pairs
of exactly the kind of pantyhose I specified. Hopefully this exercise
will teach you the importance of taking better care of your stockings.
Good Luck"
His first thought was that this wasn't that big of a deal. He had bought
pantyhose in stores many times before. He had even bought bras and
panties in a store so this was not that scary to him. He went to Wal
Mart first and found only one pair of the kind of pantyhose he needed.
At his next stop, Target, he found that they didn't even carry Legg's
products. It quickly became evident that the challenge of this
assignment would not be from purchasing the pantyhose in a store. The
challenge would be to find twelve pairs that meet her specifications. He
would have to go to nearly every department store and pharmacy within a
20-mile radius to find enough. After about two hours and eight different
stores he finally had 12 pairs of the pantyhose specified by his wife.
In a K-Mart parking lot on the bad side of town he sat in his truck and
read the contents of envelope number three. He was surprised, angry,
amused and turned on all at the same time by what he read.
"Honey, I changed my mind. It's a women's prerogative after all.
Instead of twelve pairs of off black pantyhose, I want ten pairs of Off
Black and two pairs of other colors. You are to go back to the first
place you shopped and exchange one pair and go to the second place and
exchange another. Acceptable replacement colors are Navy, Taupe, Beige,
Coffee or Off White. If the first and second stores don't have the
correct colors revisit all the stores you shopped in until you have found
them. Don't forget your receipts, I will be reviewing them. By the way,
how's your bladder?"
Two things became very clear. First, she had done her homework. Off
black is not a common color for these pantyhose. Most stores carry
Midnight Black, White, Nude and Suntan. Twelve pair in any of those
colors could have been purchased in the first two or three stores. Off
Black was a lot harder to find. The colors she was now asking for are
even less common. He didn't recall seeing any of the new colors in any
of the stores he visited this morning. It is not uncommon for certain
colors to only be available via catalog. His years of pantyhose buying
experience told him that he would not find these colors in a retail
store.
The second thing that became very clear was that he had to pee. The
clothing she selected for him would make it a major undertaking to use
the bathroom. There was no way he could use a urinal because the leotard
would have to be removed before the high waist pantyhose could be pulled
down. He knew time was running low. There were three more cards and she
would be home at 4:30. It was now 12:30 in the afternoon. He had to act
quickly. He improvised.
After a quick drive to the first Wal Mart he easily exchanged the first
pair of Off Black for White. The clerk couldn't have cared less and the
transaction took only a few minutes. His wife asked for Off White, but
White would have to suffice.
The second store that carried the correct style of pantyhose was a large
chain pharmacy. When the teenage female cashier was asked about
exchanging an Off Black pair of pantyhose for a pair of Suntan pantyhose
her face immediately indicated that she would rather have a root canal
than deal with this customer. But, since the customer is always right
(and she didn't want to have to answer for a customer complaint) she
cheerily said, "No problem let me page the manager."
About three minutes passed. During that time four customers were rang
up. Two of them noticed the sweaty and nervous looking man standing a
few feet back holding a silver box of Legg's Sheer Energy pantyhose. The
other two customers noticed nothing at all. The manager approached from
behind and startled him.
"May I help you?" she asked.
She was an attractive older woman, about five feet six inches tall with
shoulder length dark hair with a hint of gray and perfect make-up. Her
white uniform shirt was professionally pressed and tucked neatly into her
tight black pants that he would later notice had no back pockets. The
cuffs of the pants came to within an inch of the floor and neatly
concealed a sexy pair of black leather pumps with four-inch heels. The
shoes were not very practical for working an eight-hour shift in retail,
but they made her feel sexy and she knew they made her legs and overall
posture look twenty years younger.
The saying 'In for a penny, in for a pound' entered his mind and he
thought, 'What the hell, here goes nothing.' He explained that he needed
to exchange this pair of Off Black pantyhose for a pair of Suntan
pantyhose.
"Do you have your receipt?" the Manager asked.
"Yes." He handed it to her.
"I see you purchased three pairs of Off Black Pantyhose this morning" she
seemed to emphasize the word pantyhose but it was likely just a
combination of his nervousness and a strong urge to pee that made that
word seem to echo off the walls.
"Do you want to exchange all three of just the one?"
"Just the one please."
"And you're looking for Suntan?"
In for a penny in for a pound, he again thought and replied "Actually I
need Taupe, Beige, of Coffee but I don't think those are carried in
stores so Suntan will have to do."
"I see, follow me."
She turned and walked toward the rear of the store and he followed. He
was sure he could see the faint outline of a thong under her pants and
the sound of her heels on the hard tile floor was almost enough to drive
him over the edge. Thirty seconds later they were both standing in front
of the Legg's display.
"Do you see what you want?"
"Yes, right here" he took them from the shelf and she took the Off Black
pair he carried and placed them back in the appropriate location in the
display.
"We can order you the colors you mentioned if you'd like, if you pick
them up here at the store you don't have to pay any shipping costs" she
stated politely.
"Thank you, but no. This will do."
"Alright, let's go up front and do some paperwork and you can be on your
way."
To his horror she asked for his I.D., address and phone number to
complete the paperwork for the exchange. He had horrifying thoughts of
her using this information to either further humiliate him or blackmail
him. He did not know that simple exchanges like this could be completed
a cashier with only a receipt. The manager processed a return instead of
an exchange for the Off Black pair and then sold him the Suntan pair in a
separate transaction. It was this company's policy that any returns
required identification as a means to reduce fraud. She was in a good
mood that day and thought having little fun with this obviously nervous
man wouldn't do any harm.
This was not the first man she had seen buying pantyhose. She had lost
count years ago how many men buy pantyhose. Men buying pantyhose no
longer shocked her and she correctly assumed most of these men wear
wearing them under their pants. Her trade journals contained marketing
research indicating men account for well over 50% of pantyhose sales in
America. She didn't care at all what these men wore under their clothes
and normally she wouldn't even make a second glance at a man looking at
the hosiery displays. This time was different. This was the first time a
man came into her store to exchange a pair of pantyhose. She figured he
was seeking a little thrill and humiliation. She, after all, wasn't born
yesterday and knew some people were into that sort of thing. She assumed
that the man standing across the register from her was wearing pantyhose
right now and wondered what else he was wearing. She noticed the wedding
band and wondered if his wife knew of her husbands' interests.
She completed the transaction and handed him the Suntan pantyhose and his
receipt neglecting to put them in a bag. She smiled and looked him in
the eye and said "Enjoy".
He said "Thank you" then lowered his head and made for the exit. She
smiled and went back to work feeling good that she may have given a much
younger man the thrill of his life. For the rest of the day there was a
little extra spring in her high-heeled step.
He sat in his truck and contemplated about what he was doing. He
exchanged two pairs like he was supposed to, but the colors were not
right. Since she did her homework in selecting the specific colors he
knew this would not go unnoticed. Then it hit him. There was an outlet
mall on the other side of town where there was a Legg's factory store.
They should carry the correct colors and if he could find them there
maybe his wife would forgive the deviation from her instructions.
He quickly drove across town, found the store and went inside. To his
relief he was the only customer in the store. He easily found a pair of
Off White and Taupe pantyhose in the correct brand and style. He paid
for his items and returned to his truck all in less then five minutes.
He felt relieved, but by this time his bladder was about to explode. His
primary concern though was reading the contents of envelope number four,
he would have to hold it a little longer. He quickly tore the envelope
open and took out the paper contained inside. He looked around to make
sure no one was looking. Not because someone would see what he was doing
but because he had felt like everyone was staring at him all morning and
he was a little paranoid. He read the instructions.
"By now you should have finished your shopping so it's time to head
home. When you get home place all your purchases on the kitchen table
along with all of the receipts. Then take off all of your male clothes.
Continue wearing what remains. Put on your new breast forms. Next put
on your highest heels.
I have seen your three and four inch heels you usually wear when
cleaning the house, but I assume you have a private stash somewhere with
higher and sexier heels, use these. After putting on your highest heels
I want you to lock them on with the special ankle cuffs. One key is in
my pocket and the other is frozen in a block of Ice in the freezer - in
case of emergency.
After that you can clean the house, starting with the bathrooms. I am
guessing it is about noon now so you should have plenty of time to pick
up lunch on your way home and still have a few hours to clean. I will be
home at 4:30 and I want you to clean until 4:00 when you will open
envelope number five. Have fun!!!"
It was now 1:30 and he was a half hour from home. He skipped lunch and
sped home. He made it there in twenty minutes. When he arrived home he
followed her instructions to the letter. All fourteen pairs of pantyhose
were laid out neatly on the kitchen table along with their corresponding
receipts. Next he stripped off his shoes, pants and shirt and headed
straight for the bathroom. By this time he was about to wet his pants,
or wet his panties to be more accurate. He struggled to take off the
tight leotard. It clung to his skin because of all his nervous sweating.
He finally pulled the bright red leotard down to his ankles. The high
waist control top pantyhose were easier to remove and his pink panties
came down with them. He quickly turned to face the toilet and let
emptied his bladder. He felt much better now and began to redress
himself. Before he pulled the leotard all the way up he took the breast
forms from their box and placed them in his pink bra. Finally with the
leotard all the way on he took a moment to look at himself in the mirror.
The breast forms looked freakishly huge when they were in the box and
when he held them in his hands, but he was rather impressed with how well
they fit. His large chest and broad shoulders gave the forms plenty of
room. They looked very natural and not at all oversized on his frame.
It would take a little while to get used to the nearly four pounds of
extra weight that was held tightly to his chest by the now full underwire
bra.
He had to move fast since he was about two hours behind schedule. He
quickly got a stepladder and went to the attic. Up above the rafters and
insulation was a large box that contained his secret stash of his most
sexy clothes. His wife knew of his moderately feminine wardrobe and
footwear he kept in their closet but he thought only he knew the contents
of this secret box. Did she find the box and inspect its contents? Was
it just a lucky guess on her part? He decided to ask her some time, but
not today. He quickly sorted through leather mini skirts, corsets,
French maid's uniforms and various shoes until he found them. They were
his black leather pumps with six-inch heels. They were his favorite, but
before today he had only wore them for short periods of time. After
wearing them for thirty minutes or so his feet would hurt and he would
take them off. Or, more likely, after wearing them for a short time he
was so aroused that he would have to stop what he was doing and
masturbate.
He took the shoes from the attic and returned to their walk-in closet.
After slipping the sexy black f-me pumps onto his feet he no longer
needed a step stool to reach the leather ankle cuffs on the top shelf of
their closet. He took the ankle cuffs down and put them on making sure
the straps that went under his high heels were snug. Once he clicked the
tiny padlocks into their locked position there was no way the shoes could
come off. He stood up and walked out to the bedroom then remembered that
he had to clean the bathrooms first. So he returned to the bathroom and
started cleaning. He knew what she liked to be spotless so he spent most
of the time on his knees scrubbing the toilet and the floors making sure
they were spotless.
He had done the house cleaning many times before and was quite efficient
at it. The bathrooms were immaculate, the house dusted, the counters and
sinks scrubbed and the carpets were all vacuumed by 3:30. The final task
would be to clean the vast hardwood floor in their great room. He had
done this task many times before and knew exactly what to do. The next
half-hour he was on his hands and knees scrubbing and cleaning the floor
by hand. At 3:55 he put away the cleaning supplies and retrieved
envelope number five. He opened it and read her message.
"I hope by now the house is spotless. You will regret it if I find the
house is anything less than perfect. You have thirty minutes until I get
home, plenty of time to complete your next tasks. First I want you to
use your new digital camera and it's self-timer to take a picture of
yourself. Nothing fancy, just stand against the wall and face the
camera. Download the picture to the computer and print an 8x10 for me.
Place the picture on the kitchen table along with everything else."
"Next I want you to take off your leotard and put on your favorite
dress. Grab the handcuffs from the drawer and put the keys on the
kitchen table with the photo. Take the handcuffs and a pillowcase to the
basement and stand with your back to the metal post. Place the
pillowcase over your head and cuff your hands behind your back around the
post. The last part is easy... Stay right there until I get home."
He quickly took his camera and placed it on the bookshelf across from a
bare wall and set the timer. He pressed the shutter release button and
teetered on his six-inch heels across the room to stand against the wall.
As he watched the red light on the camera blink he knew he had ten
seconds to make a vital decision, whether to smile or not to smile. If
he had a big smile on his face he knew he would look like a freak that
was enjoying this way too much. If he didn't smile it might look like he
was not enjoying himself and he did not want to convey that message to
his wife. He didn't want to look like a freak nor did he want to look
unappreciative so he pondered about the expression that would be "FLASH"
just right. His expression of being in deep thought would have to do.
He removed the memory card from the camera and downloaded the picture to
their computer. From there it was easy to make the printout. The image
in the picture was not at all what he expected. The flash showed many
details that could not be seen in the soft light of the living room.
Everywhere there was sweat on the leotard the red was at least three
shades darker than the rest of the bright red fabric. The darkness was
most concentrated around his armpits, under his boobs, and there was an
odd circular dark spot centered on his groin. It almost looked like he
had an accident, but he was certain he didn't. It dawned on him that it
was pre-com. He was so aroused that he leaked the clear fluid all the
way through his panties, pantyhose and leotard. He didn't worry about
the dark spots since that is probably what she wanted to see anyway. She
liked to see him work up a sweat. He knew she would be able to identify
the sources of the different wet spots. He didn't know what her reaction
to them would be.
This picture was placed on the table and he returned to their walk-in
closet. He chose a knee length black dress with a loose cowl neck. He
removed his sweaty red leotard and put on the dress. The dress slid
easily over his shoulders and rested nicely on his now 44b chest. He
grabbed the handcuffs and keys and walked to the kitchen pausing slightly
to admire the convincing feminine figure his new breasts gave him.
He placed the keys on the kitchen table next the picture. He looked at
the picture for a moment and thought he looked like a freak. He hoped
she liked the clean house and the fact that he followed her instructions
this morning and therefore forgive his unmistakably non-feminine overall
appearance. He looked up from the picture and realized he forgot the
pillowcase. It was now 4:24 so he moved to the bedroom as quickly as he
could in six-inch heels and his tired, sore feet. He grabbed a
pillowcase and headed straight for the basement. He leaned his back up
against the post and put the pillowcase over his head. He took a deep
breath and locked the first cuff around his left wrist. His thoughts
drifted to how much he trusted his wife and he knew she would never do
anything to harm him or ruin his life. She had never done anything like
this before and he wondered why she suddenly had a change of hart. He
hoped it was a new beginning and that she would now having enjoy an
active role in fulfilling his desires. Whether this was a new beginning
or not he trusted her and loved her so he took another deep breath and
locked the other cuff around his right wrist. He was now blindly secured
to a metal post in their basement. Waiting. Contemplating. Trembling.
Leaking.........
TO BE CONTINUED...
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