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Ear rings:
It all began when I said: "There is no way my daughters are having their
ears pierced. I'd as soon wear ear rings myself."
"We have a deal then," Lucy replied.
"Look, I wear the trousers in this relationship and I make the
decisions."
"We'll see," was all that she replied.
I thought nothing more of it. I continued in my job as the main
breadwinner and Lauren continued to be the dutiful wife. My oldest
daughter, Philippa, would occasionally say that she wanted her ears
pierced but my youngest daughter Nicole said nothing more about it.
My wife Lucy would often berate me about doing more of the housework. I
would explain to her that as I was the main breadwinner it was her role
as a housewife to iron my shirts. At this point my son Michael would
often say that he had shirts that needed and whilst she resented ironing
mine, saying it was a maid's job, my wife never protested about ironing
Michael's shirts.
Oh yes, my wife had plans for our family but I had no idea what they
were.
I should have guessed from her brother's fondness for dressing up in
skirts whenever the occasion arose. My wife grew up like my daughter,
Philippa, the oldest of three children, next came the boy in each family
and then the youngest daughter.
Maybe I should also have taken the hint from the way that my wife was
always telling me how macho my father was and criticising him for this.
One day she said to me that she wanted me to wear lipstick and nail
polish. There was no way I would do this I said. It was not a thing
that men did.
"I bet if your father did it you'd do it," Lucy said.
"Look if you persuade my father to wear lipstick and nail polish I will
agree not only to me doing it but to Michael doing it too," There was
no way that my father would do this so I had called her bluff except
that I had forgotten to include a forfeit if she was unsuccessful or a
time limit for her to get her way. In any event she was not and it did
not take long.
Anyway it was now my mother's 70th birthday Philippa and Nicole went
over to my father, Sam, the patriarch of the family and always the most
manly man I knew. They said they wanted to put lipstick and nail polish
on him. (This wasn't a plan that my daughters had come up with
themselves, I later learnt, but had been carefully planned between Lucy
and my mother.) I had forgotten all about our bet but thought there was
no way he would agree to this.
I was shocked as my father agreed to my daughters doing exactly that.
As my father was wearing nail polish and lipstick my daughter's then
approached my cousin's husband Bill, a mechanic, and persuaded him to
agree to do the same.
I was then persuaded to agree to let Michael wear it too and then
Michael and my father both insisted that I wear it.
Shortly after we all realised how ridiculous we looked my father said to
my mother, Marilyn, that she should buy the drinks as he could not do so
made up as he was. That was the first time I had seen my father let my
mother do this.
Anyway my father and I both wound up very drunk and my mother drove my
father home and Lucy drove me home.
Early the next morning my wife and daughters woke me up and said that we
were going on a shopping trip. They were very excited and I was the
worse for wear and slept whilst Lucy drove. I had no idea that my son
and I were still wearing lipstick and nail polish as I had put on dark
sunglasses as soon as I woke because they had already drawn back the
curtains.
I was wearing the first items of clothing I could find but I couldn't
help feeling there was something a bit odd about the feel of my
underwear which although black didn't feel like my jockeys.
Anyway we arrived at a bar on the outskirts of town and my wife said she
had a great hangover cure and before I knew it was feeling a bit merry
again.
We then went to a jewellery shop. I sat down in the corner and slept.
When I woke Lucy and the girls were laughing and Michael was crying.
"What's wrong Michael?" I said.
"Look," he said.
I looked at Lucy, Philippa and Nicole. They all had identical large
gold hoop earrings.
"I seem to remember saying "There is no way my daughters are having
their ears pierced," I said angrily to Lucy.
"And you also said 'I'd as soon wear ear rings myself,'" She replied.
"So are you a man of your word?"
This was something I had always told my son, be a man of your word.
Lucy was using these words against me.
"Michael," I said, "your mother is right."
"I knew it!" he sobbed. "Dad I also made a bet with Mum. I said if you
can get Dad to agree to wearing nail polish, lipstick and ear rings and
walking around wearing panties then you can dress us both up as women
and I'll wear ear rings too."
"What did you do that for?" I said.
"Well to be fair, Peter, you bet that if your father could be persuaded
to wear nail polish and lipstick you and Michael would, didn't you?"
laughed Lucy.
"Well don't worry, son. I may be now about to agree to wear ear rings
but I am not wearing panties."
I walked over the chair and agreed to have my ears pierced. My wife
insisted that I wear the same ear rings as everyone else.
"Take your trousers off Dad!" said Nicole.
"That's no way to talk to your father, Nicole. Why?" I responded.
"To prove whether or not you are wearing panties!" said my wife and
daughters in unison.
"I am not wearing panties!" I said dropping my trousers.
The girls laughed and my son said "Daddy!"
It turned out I was wrong.
"Leave your trousers where they are, Portia, you are not going to need
them," Lucy said.
"But my name is Peter," I protested.
"How many Peters do you know who wear lipstick, oh yes, you are still
wearing it, nail polish, the ear rings you described as really feminist
and panties?"
She had a point.
"And your daughter will be called Michelle. Michelle come over here and
have your ears pierced like a good girl. Portia put these on my wife
said passing me a garter belt and stockings. You'll catch your death of
cold otherwise."
I'd seen Lucy do it plenty of times so I rolled up the stockings
carefully.
"Wait a minute! You need nail polish on your toes first. Girls do you
father's toes. You'll have to wait while they dry, Portia. Oh legs
could do with a waxing. We'll take you through the back door into the
beauty Salon."
While this was going on I was watching Michael, I mean Michelle, having
her ears pierced. Lucy selected the same ear rings for him, I mean her.
I then had the most painful experience of my life as I had my legs, arms
and entire body waxed. In fact a bit more than that, they call it a
Brazilian. Then I was allowed to put on my stockings and garter belt.
My legs felt warmer but they felt cold just below my panties. The
garter belt was exciting and it was at this point that I started to
really enjoy myself. I felt sexy.
Next it was eyebrow forming and eyelashes. I found the plucking of my
eyebrows slightly painful but the eyelashes tickled. Then it was
styling my already long hair in a more appropriate style and a white cap
was put on my hair "to protect it". Then it was foundation cream which
was altogether more soothing. I then had eyeshadow applied and mascara.
All the time I was being instructed in how to do this myself. Then it
was crimson lipstick followed by a gloss.
By now I was going with the flow and helped the ladies from the salon
secure my false breasts. Then my wife showed me how to secure a black
bra in front before turning it round and putting my arms through the
straps.
Then I was passed a short white petticoat and invited to look at myself
in a mirror.
"What do you see?" Lucy asked.
I couldn't help it, it was the cap. "A maid."
"Then put this on" and I was given a maid's dress that just covered my
petticoat but which had several extra petticoats made the dress almost
like a tutu. It barely covered my ass and you could see the straps of
my garter belt and the top of my stockings.
I was given black stilettos. I found it slightly difficult to walk in
them and almost fell over but Lucy caught me. "As a man you walked
differently from a woman. Stilettos will help you to learn how to walk
like a woman. It's about posture. A man and a woman both flaunt what
they have."
Lucy told me to wait for Michelle. I expected Michelle to be dressed
like my other daughters. Why was I no longer thinking of him as my son?
"Like father, like son," announced Lucy as Michelle came through dressed
as a maid. She was still thinking of us as men despite me losing all
sight of it.
"Now, as you were the breadwinner but you are now wearing a maid's
outfit what was it you said about 'wearing the trousers'?" Lucy said.
At this point I noticed that she was wearing trousers.
"The person who wears the trousers makes the decisions," I said meekly.
"Well I have got work. And you would make a hopeless maid at present as
would your son so I am packing you off to maid school." I was caught by
my own words.
Lucy drove. I wasn't used to Lucy driving but it was something that I
was going to get used to.
As we arrived at the schooI I noticed most of the maids were women but
then I saw my mother. She said, "Meet Samantha."
And then I saw her and realised that she used to be my father.
"Like father, like son," my mother said. "You men in this family need
to rethink how you treat your wives, Portia, and show us a bit more
respect. Maybe then you can return to being the men of the house."
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