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Oyster:
She always used to call me her "Oyster". I never understood why.
My wife, Samantha, was great company, but, if truth be told, a bit of a
bimbo. She did not understand films like "The Lake House" which involve
time travel and asked at the end if it was a true story! That said when
she wears a skirt the world pays attention and her skirts often have the
effect of turning the men around her into idiots as they forget basic
things like how to drive a car or when to use the horn.
Also, Samantha, considered romantic films like "One day" intellectual
because they were about students even though there was nothing remotely
intellectual about the film. Samantha had a memory like a sieve for films
that she had seen before so that we could often watch the same film many
times without her having a clue she had seen it before.
Anyway now as Samantha was getting older she said she did not want to wear
a skirt any more. Samantha also said that she was tired of doing my
washing and was not going to do that anymore either.
As her husband, I had a duty not to let the rest of the world down and
would pester her to wear a skirt, so that she never went out in anything
else but a skirt.
One day I woke, however, to find that I had no clean underwear.
Samantha saw me and said, "Here, Justin, borrow a pair of my panties."
"I can't do that I am a man," I said.
"Ok Justin, it's that or your dirty boxer shorts."
I put on the panties. I was constantly conscious of the silky feel of the
panties and the elastic around the top of my legs. I could not really
concentrate on my work.
After a tiring day at the office I came home to find the washing machine
still broken.
"Justin," Samantha said, "I am pregnant. I am really tired. Can you wash
some of my underwear for me?"
Previously I had thought of doing the washing as a woman's job but here I
was doing it. I did as Samantha asked but forgot to wash any of my own
underwear. I was exhausted.
When I woke the next day I found a thong in my drawer but no clean
underwear. I would have to work late that day. I had never felt such
pressure up my ass as this thong and I noticed I had run out of socks.
"Samantha, please tell me you have some socks I could borrow?"
"Sorry, Justine - I mean Justin, I only have pantyhose!"
I was going to have to spend the day in panties and pantyhose! I started
to put on a pair which I immediately snagged. Samantha popped her head
round the corner to see me snag the pantyhose and said
"Here, borrow my nail clippers and nail file and make sure all of your
nails are smooth before you snag another pair!"
Then Samantha showed me how to put on pantyhose properly. They were
smooth navy blue lycra pantyhose and the feeling of wearing them was
incredible but it was only going to be for today. I had to admit the
feeling of wearing pantyhose and panties was really exciting though. What
if I got caught? I would never live this down!
I found it even harder to concentrate at work today and was constantly
aware of the swishing noise that the pantyhose made as my legs moved and
felt sure my male colleagues would have noticed, let alone my female ones!
When I got home I washed a pair of her panties and pantyhose and a bra and
a pair of my boxer shorts and socks. When I got up Samantha had gone out
but when I looked in the drawer I found out that she was wearing my boxer
shorts and socks and had left me her underwear to wear.
"Nice try but I am not wearing the bra!" I thought. Then I thought of the
washing and how the panties would be washed at a different time from the
bra and how this would become a problem for Samantha and how now I was
wearing the panties and pantyhose I might as well wear the bra.
So I put it on.
Just then Samantha came in and before I could get my shirt on she had
taken a picture of me. "Justine, pose for the camera!" she said.
I thought "She has one picture of me dressed like this. I might as well
make it look like a joke by letting her take a few more!" so I posed for
her.
I finished dressing and went to work. As I reached the office I got to
thinking:
"Why am I wearing this bra under my shirt, surely it's going to show?"
No-one said a thing to me about it at work so I do not know whether people
noticed or not. When I got home Samantha explained that she could not
wear her panties as she was allergic to them but for some reason she was
not allergic to my boxer shorts, so would I mind wearing her panties as I
had for the last two days anyway, just until the baby arrived?
She stood there watching me get undressed.
"Oh! You are wearing a bra!" she said with obvious delight.
"Er, yes," I replied. "I felt it was important to keep your bra and panty
sets together."
"Try these on," she said passing me a pair of stilettos.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed already wearing a matching bra and
panties as well as pantyhose so I thought why not? It seemed like the
logical thing to do, dressed as I was.
I slipped my feet into the shoes and stood up, almost too quickly. This
felt incredible. Here I stood, a man in panties, pantyhose, a bra and
stilettos in front of my wife who right now was almost looking more
masculine than I was.
Then like she was reading my thoughts she dragged me over to her make-up
table and put foundation on my clean-shaven face. Then she started
plucking my eyebrows and putting on eyeshadow and mascara. Before I knew
what was happening she had added rouge to my cheeks and drawn round my
lips with a pen before adding a deep crimson lipstick and lip gloss. I
looked at myself in the mirror dazed by the job she had just done as she
pierced my ears and put these really girly earrings in.
"Looking like you are Justine you need a few finishing touches. Here put
this wig on."
I did as I was told as Samantha secured the wig and told me how hot she
thought I would look in a dress.
Then she had me slipping on a shoulder less black sparkly evening gown
which she zipped up behind me before pressing some button together. At
that point I realized I was trapped in the dress! What had I done?
"Admit it Justine, like an oyster you may have started life as male but
you have become female."
Whether I admitted it or not I had to acknowledge that very few men looked
like me, dressed as I was. I could not think of anything except what I
was wearing.
Samantha put on a film called "One Day". I thought I had not seen it
before. It was about a couple who were students but half way through the
film I remembered a scene and said:
"I have seen this film before - something happens at the end of the film."
At which point my wife and her friend and her new wife laughed. I
pretended to understand the witty remark I had made but obviously did not.
My wife said, "Who's the bimbo now? Something happens at the end of every
film!"
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