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Eve had taken me out of the safe harbour of vanilla male and female gender
roles and I was now being driven towards into the deeper ocean of
transsexual and transgender roles. I was now being encouraged to think of
myself as Simone the Maid.
Eve had given me a feather duster and had me pose in various positions as
I dusted the house. The feather duster was one of the most feminine
things I had seen as it had to be used in what felt like a really gay way.
The only Simone I had heard of was a French feminist and Eve kept alluding
to feminism and empowerment and now she was encouraging me to think of
dressing as a French Maid as being part of some sort of repressed desire I
had.
As I worked my way round the house with the feather duster and then the
vacuum Eve said, "Simone, I am starting to feel guilty about this. Is it
a bit too much? Have I pushed you too far into femininity and has this
been too fast? Should I have left you a bit more than your socks? I am
right, aren't I? You are a repressed transvestite, aren't you?"
Part of me wanted to say "Oh come on Eve, it was your desire to emasculate
your husband which stems from your relationship with your abusive father.
I did not ask to dress like this. You tricked me into this. I am just as
much a man as my father was. You are just trying to encourage me to play
along with your subconscious desires. You are uncomfortable like this.
You don't want to be dressed like this. You like watching Eve wearing
this outfit and how it barely covers her ass. Eve was just making sure
you couldn't go back by making you burn your clothes."
Another part of me wanted to say "Oh come on Simone, you said you like
dresses and you always felt like Lois Lane to your father's superman. Who
are you trying to fool? Lois Lane is a woman! Yes, Simone, you always
felt like a woman. Your father encouraged you to think like this when he
gave the oars to your sister. You know you are enjoying this. You want
to be dressed like this and this is your favourite outfit. You love the
way it barely covers your ass. You subconsciously knew really that you
were burning all of your clothes and it is a cop out to blame Eve for what
you willingly agreed to and did."
What I actually said was, "I am confused, Eve, maybe it is a bit fast but
I don't know. I think maybe you might be right. Maybe I am a repressed
transvestite. Maybe I don't want women to be equal to men because I want
to be a woman."
"Ok, Simone, I won't go setting you up on any dates yet but I want you to
change out of your Maid's costume as you have finished your chores now and
I want to explore the deeper waters of your transvestite or transgender
tendencies."
"Strip down to your corset and underwear. I want to see what sort of
costumes you are most comfortable. Time to meet your inner cheerleader,"
she said presenting me her pink and black cheerleader outfit.
"Now I was going to dress you as a cheerleader and set you up on a date
with an American football player. Put it on."
Wow! I loved this outfit.
"Now I want you to kneel at the end of the bed while I try something," Eve
said. "Put on this blindfold."
I did so and then felt something put over my head like a bag. I reached
up with my hands to take it off when I felt Eve stand on the back of my
legs and handcuff my arms behind my back. Then she stood me up and bended
me over the bed with my ass up in the air and pulled down my panties to
the back of my knees.
Then she took the bag and blindfold off and I saw that she was wearing a
strap on dildo as she was standing there in front of me wearing a corset
and stockings like me and stilettos and I knew from the position of my
panties and the look on her face what was about to happen.
"As your ass is virgin territory I thought it was only right that we
explore it together Simone," she said as she started to ease the dildo in
and I could hear that she had turned on our MP3 player and Tim Curry was
singing "Sweet transvestite."
So she thinks I am a gay transvestite? The problem was that I, Simone,
was no longer sure of anything unlike the previously certain Simon I used
to be...
The excitement of what had just happened to me was all over the bed.
"But I meant on you, Eve..."
"Simone, you do not have to pretend any more, I don't need to ask you like
Mae West about a gun in your pocket because I know there aren't any
pockets in your dress and I know you are enjoying this, aren't you? Look,
you don't have to be shy with me or pretend to be a macho man. I hate
macho men. I did not enjoy my father beating me as a child. I don't want
to be with such a man and I know you don't want to be such a man either."
What had I let myself into?
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