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I was a public school boy. At public school I learnt certain values which
become part of your DNA. The Americans would call these republican
values. In England we call them conservative family values. Once my
parents were even sent a letter telling them to vote conservative!
You are also encouraged to join the Church of England, get married to
girls from the local girls' public school and have 2.4 children.
When I left school I had barely had any contact with girls apart from my
mother, the school dinner ladies and the secretaries.
You can, possibly, understand why my schoolmates and I left school
thinking a woman's place was in the kitchen.
Then I met Barbara.
We were both at Kings College studying for a BA in English Lit.
Initially things did not start too well when I called her a "sexy lady".
She was a militant feminist communist.
She let me know how she felt about being perceived to be a commodity.
However we hit it off eventually and I told her I planned to get a job on
the stock market and to make enough money to retire by my mid-forties.
She said I was "a challenge".
I was confident I would win her heart and get her to abandon her feminist
communist background. I knew I could turn her into a conservative sexy
housewife. I took her out to wine bars and to conservative party
meetings.
Eventually I won her heart and we got married. I got a job in the stock
market and we had three daughters: Margaret, Theresa and Edwina.
Barbara became the sexy housewife and mother I dreamed she would be. She
would wear Ann Summers corsets and matching panties. My favourite was
bright red with black lace trimming around the edges. She had an amazing
body.
Lately I had found my calf muscles ached in the evening and I could not
wait to get my socks off when I got home. The girls had taken to calling
me "The Hobbit" as I tended to be barefoot around the house.
Then things changed.
It all began when Margaret came home from University one day and said over
dinner that she did not like men and had become a lesbian and wanted to
join the communist party.
I said "Margaret you know that lesbianism is wrong and you will burn in
hell if you go down this path. You will never meet the right sort of man
in the Communist party and you will throw away any chance you may have of
happiness. Today you will join me on the High Street with some other
people from the church to protest against the sodomite film they are
screening. You will wear this sandwich board."
The sandwich board had "Sodomy is the path to hell. Repent!" written on
the front. On the back was "Lesbians and Gays will burn in hell".
I told her I was signing her up to join the Young Conservatives next week.
Then I told the girls to clear the table and do the washing up and asked
Barbara to iron some shirts for me whilst I went to the pub.
When I got home the washing up had not been done and there was a note on
the table.
"Darling
Enough is enough. You may have forgotten but you have three daughters and
we outnumber you. We have gone down to the dump with your socks and boxer
shorts.
Tomorrow I want you to wear panties and pantyhose to work under your
trousers. If you do not do this voluntarily we will force you to.
A third of men do this, not just transvestites. It's really sexy. You
will have a constant feeling of your legs being caressed around your
thighs and around the back of your knee and will be aware of a swishing
noise as you walk. To you it will be like you are telling everyone you
are wearing pantyhose except that you wouldn't dare! This is because I
know you will feel ashamed of what you are wearing as it will be like
admitting that you want to be a girl.
I suspect you are struggling to take this seriously and think that you can
just talk your way out of this. Well, take a look in your underwear
drawer, before coming to any conclusions about how serious I am! If you
try replacing any of the contents of your drawer that has been removed you
will know what it means to have been humiliated by the weaker sex.
You will find that wearing pantyhose you will have a feeling of solidarity
with other people wearing pantyhose who just happen to be the opposite
gender from you. You will learn that women are not just there to serve
you. We are not sex objects but people too.
You will feel less pressure round your calf muscles than you did when you
wore socks. It's been medically shown that wearing pantyhose is better
for your blood circulation than socks.
After a day wearing them it will start to become natural for you to do so
and you will start to forget that you are wearing under your trousers but
you will start to walk differently and you will be more conscious of your
ass and of being sexy.
Your loving wife.
Barbara
PS Margaret will not go with you tomorrow to protest against the film as
she will be going to watch it and you will go to chaperon her.
PPS Please do the washing up."
I rushed up and looked at my underwear drawer. It was full of hosiery and
panties. I was furious. Men like me did not dress up like sodomites!
What was Barbara thinking?
When Barbara got home I asked her what she thought she was doing. Was she
trying to turn me into a gay man? Did she not understand what
conservative family values were? We had no gay friends and there were no
gays in our church or in the conservative party.
She told me I was forgetting she was still a communist and did not care
about the party.
I decided it was her time of month and went to bed. I put on the panties
like she said but she told me to take them off. I asked why hoping she
had kept some boxer shorts for me.
She told me to look at her.
She was wearing my favourite corset and panties.
"What?" I said.
"Look at my panties."
I looked.
Then she said, "Look at yours."
Then I realised I had a tent in my panties.
"You are obviously enjoying exploring your feminine side despite your
protestations. Need I stress that panties should not look like that?"
Barbara said grabbing my dick and shaking it left and right.
She then knelt down in front of me and sucked me off. Before I knew what
was happening she had taped my dick between my legs.
"You will need, like any other woman, to sit down to pee," she said.
I pulled up my panties and then carefully put on the pantyhose like she
showed me.
The she produced a glass which she said was a new drink I would be
drinking. It was white and had a salty taste. I drank it.
"How was it?"
"I liked it. What was it?"
"You."
I could not believe that not only had she got me standing here dressed
like her from the waist down but she had also just had me drink myself.
She could see I was shocked.
I murmured, "We will discuss this later. I am late for work."
At work I bought myself some sock and boxer shorts and got changed and
threw away the panties and pantyhose. Did she think an Anglican
conservative like me would stand for this madness?
When I got home she came up to the bedroom to watch me undress.
I had just taken off my trousers when she shouted:
"Girls! Look! Do not tolerate this level of defiance from your man, if
you chose to live with one or marry one. Not only has your father not
done the washing up but he has changed his clothes. Grab him."
I tried to get free but they had me on the floor in no time with Margaret
sitting on my stomach whilst the other girls grabbed an arm each and
handcuffed me. Whilst this was going on Barbara had cut off my boxer
shorts and they then took me to the shower where they rubbed a smelly
cream on me and then they uncuffed me and as I showered I somehow lost all
my body hair. I felt really naked, not only was I standing there without
any clothes on but I somehow felt even more nude without any body hair!
Barbara taped my dick between my legs again.
"Panties," she called out as Edwina passed her a pair of black shiny
panties.
"You will either put these on you or the girls can join in," Barbara said.
I knew resistance was useless so I co-operated.
"He or should I say "she" will not offer any more resistance tonight,"
she added.
I was already putting on my pantyhose.
"As you have thrown away a good pair of pantyhose and panties and bought a
pair of boxer shorts you clearly do not think you have enough panties and
pantyhose and will but two new bra and panties sets and two packs of
pantyhose tomorrow. Tonight you are chaperoning your daughter to the
cinema to watch the gay film so you will dress the same as her as a
punishment for your behaviour."
"What the fuck!" I replied.
"Do not use that kind of language in here Samantha! It's unbecoming of a
Christian. You wanted her to wear your homophobic sandwich board. Put on
this bra." It was over my shoulders before I knew what was happening.
It matched the panties I was wearing and Edwina fastened it behind my
back. It felt slightly damp on on my chest. It suddenly dawned on me
that the bra had been used as a cover to glue false breasts to my chest as
I looked down at the bra. But they were quick because a corset was being
fastened around me at about the same time as this dawned on me.
"I can't go out dressed like this. I'm a Christian."
"You are right," said Barbara. "You will need to put some more clothes on
and also need your nails done and to have your face made up and put on
this pink wig."
"That's not what I meant. A Christian man doesn't dress like this," I
said.
"A Christian father is meant to show love to his daughter rather than
humiliate her by forcing her to attend homophobic demonstrations when she
announces she is a lesbian. So you can either see this as a punishment or
as the opportunity to demonstrate to Margaret that you love her."
"Margaret what are you and you father wearing tonight?"
"I thought we'd throw Samantha in the deep end. So tonight Barbara I
thought we would be French Maids. There's nothing more feminine!"
My other girls and their mother clapped and Barbara said, "Excellent
choice!"
I could not believe my ears. In fact I was struggling to believe much of
what had happened today. I had had this concept of how things worked in
the world and of the natural order of things that my wife and daughters
had turned on its head today.
I sat there fairly dazed as they applied make-up, nail polish and a wig to
me. It was now hard for anyone who came into the room now to tell that I
was a man.
Now they were getting me to step into my French maid's dress.
It was zipped up behind me and I had no idea how I would be able to get
out of my dress without help. There was no other way of saying this - I
looked and felt sexy! I was really struggling with this and I would not
want to admit this to anyone but I was enjoying this.
How could I walk past my friends from Church dressed like this? This was
what I was about to do.
"Samantha, no French Maid's outfit would be complete without a pair of
stilettos!"
I had just put my feet into these unmistakably feminine shoes and stood up
when I realised I needed am urgent lesson in how to walk like a woman.
Luckily I had my four women fighting over who was going to show me how to
walk like a woman.
"Head up, display your breasts, show off your chest and walk like you are
on a type rope."
After about 20 minutes practice I was ready to go to the film with
Margaret.
So here I was a conservative Christian man dressed as a French Maid
walking to a gay film with my daughter. A film whose screening I had
intended to protest about. At this point I noticed Barbara walking over
to my Church group with the sandwich board and giving it back to them.
She later told me that she had explained that I had gone to watch the film
instead.
I was surprised at how we got to the cinema without being recognized.
When we got there Margaret introduced me to some of her lesbian friends.
She did not hold back either knowing what I had intended to do.
So I was introduced as the homophobic conservative Christian Dad who was
now called "Samantha" to much laughter but I was told over and over again
"I see that you are one of us now. You are a good sport!"
Not only was I enjoying my first experience of going out dressed as a
French Maid but I now felt part of the gay community. I had never really
felt part of the community at Church or in the party.
I met a real stud at the film who invited Margaret and I to his house. It
was funny how being dressed like this had me thinking like a woman. He
had a daughter Margaret's age who was also a lesbian and he said he wanted
to show me his house.
His name was David. When I got to his house Margaret ran off with her
friend leaving me alone with David. He told me then "I want to plough
you."
I had no idea what this meant.
In a short period of time I was stripped of all but my stilettos,
pantyhose, panties and bra. Obviously I was still wearing the make-up,
wig and nail polish. He then took me from behind.
Wow! What a man! I was exhausted by the time he came in my ass. I heard
now enjoyed being turned into a transvestite and gay sex and knew that
there was no going back when David said I was a "sexy lady".
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