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My wife, Sharon, and I had been married for eighteen years and own a
four bedroom detached house in North London with a small mortgage.
Recently our relationship has become a bit strained. Sharon keeps
saying that she has had enough of me and wants to go back up to Coventry
where she comes from, where she says she still has friends and more
importantly family.
My wife's sister Tracey was splitting up with her boyfriend Kevin.
Tracey and Kevin had been together for about as long as we have. Kevin
has become the new villain of my wife's family now that her brother's
wife's sister's crazy boyfriend has dropped out of the picture. Now he
really was crazy!
I was sad because, frankly, I found Tracey rather dull but I was quite
fond of Kevin. We were both born in the same year and had similar
tastes in films and music whereas Tracey was a bit younger and prone to
moody behaviour. But Tracey is Sharon's sister so we have to support
her, even if she is possibly wrong.
Lately my wife had started berating me in front of the children saying I
am just like Kevin and placing whole lists of crazy demands on me that I
would need to clone myself in order to perform as they involve being in
many different places at once and doing more than is physically possible
to do within the time frame allotted. Why is she doing this? I suspect
that behind all of this the real reason is that she has got bored of our
sex life. Sharon has been hinting this for a while, saying she wants to
try something different and to spice things up a bit.
I am a very traditional sort of guy. It was the way I was brought up.
I attended a very traditional Anglican school. I acted as a choirboy in
church and I was a cub scout. Most of my former class mates now work in
banking or the financial sector and have followed the career paths
mapped out for them by their parents. As have I.
I eat at fixed times each day and I eat the same sandwich each
lunchtime. When we make love I like us both to be naked and I like to
be on top and I like my wife to be underneath. After sex I always fall
into a deep sleep.
Lately Sharon has taken to describing our relationship and sex life as
"vanilla" (when we get a moment to talk to each other in between driving
our children all around North London to their various activities)!
Last Friday night or Saturday morning ( I am not sure if it was before
or after midnight) we had sex. As usual I fell asleep but this time my
wife slipped her lace pink baby doll nightie over my head whilst I was
sleeping. She also very carefully applied crimson lipstick to my lips
and midnight blue eye shadow to my eyelids. I did not know anything
about it until I woke to hear my daughters Anne and Mary laughing. I
was not sure if they were in my bedroom or outside.
I got up out of bed feeling like the sheets were still wrapped round me
and looked in the full length mirror opposite our bed.
"SHARON! What's the big idea?" I shouted ripping the nightie over my
head as quickly as I could but there was no answer.
"It looks, from the tent in your panties, that you enjoyed that!" said
Sharon from behind me. I looked down and saw she had also managed to
slip matching lace pink panties over me too!
"That's not fair!" I replied. "Every man wakes up with a hard on. It
does not mean I enjoyed waking up finding out what you had done to me
whilst I was sleeping."
"Ok, come down and have breakfast and we'll talk about it and what we
are going to do today."
"Where's my dressing gown?" I asked.
"It was really smelly so I put it in the washing machine with your
underwear. Borrow my black silk kimono. Apart from the pink flowers on
it, it almost looks masculine!" Sharon laughed.
"Tell me how to take the lipstick off first." I had not noticed the eye
shadow.
"No. I will not allow you to do that until you have had breakfast," she
said firmly.
"But I don't want Frank and Joseph seeing me wearing your kimono and
lipstick," I complained (Frank and Joseph are our twin sons.)
"You had better hurry up then, they are both asleep for now and if you
are quick you can have the lipstick remover before they wake up."
I sat at the breakfast table. As I sat there drinking my morning coffee
I could not believe I had been talked into sitting here dressed like
this. I was still hard and I had to admit that I was enjoying the
unusual feeling of the tight elastic of the panties on my dick and ass.
I say I had to admit it but there was no way I was admitting it to
Sharon!
"OK you have been a good sport. Come up to the bathroom and I will
remove all of the make-up. You'll have to take the kimono off as I
don't want it getting messed up." my wife said.
Then, as I was sitting there, she told me to close my eyes.
"Why?" I asked.
"Wink." She said.
I winked. The act of winking caused me to smile. At the same time a
flash went off. I saw that she had applied eye shadow as well as
lipstick.
I think she had just removed my make-up when Frank came in.
"What happened to knocking Frank? I was just talking with your father."
My wife said.
"Nice panties, Dad!" Frank said sarcastically.
"Oh would you like a pair?" my wife asked mischievously. "Your Dad is
wearing panties as he is presently out of clean underwear."
Frank rushed out of the bathroom (presumably to check he had clean
underwear).
"You are kidding?" I asked.
"No, my love you will either have to wear your panties or go commando."
She replied.
I went to the bedroom to check and to get dressed. I noticed I had no
socks either.
"Honey, where are my socks?"
"Borrow some of mine," she replied.
I was not going to wear her socks as they were probably pink or
something so I went to see if Frank had any spare but he was down to his
last pair. I went back to Sharon's sock drawer but all I could find was
pantyhose!
"You are going to have to wear them, babe." Sharon said from behind me.
"I thought I would save you the embarrassment of everyone hearing that
you were wearing pantyhose too!"
I was thinking about how I had never been called babe before and that
this was a term usually applied to women when she pulled out a pair of
black opaque pantyhose.
Oh well I was not going to go barefoot so I would have to put them on.
I still could not believe what was happening to me though as I sat on
the edge of the bed being told how to put on pantyhose. Sharon finished
by saying that if I snagged them or put a ladder in them she expected me
to buy two replacement pairs. Great! I was going to have to be really
careful if I did not want to go pantyhose shopping and for everyone to
think I was queer or homosexual. I did my best to hide what I was
wearing under my tee shirt and trousers.
Frank went down to breakfast and Sharon called me and the girls
together.
"I have not being up to doing all of the washing lately and Joseph is
still asleep. Frank has taken the last of the clean boy's underwear.
Anne you are about the same size as Frank so, for a laugh, why don't we
put Frank in your salmon negligee and panties and put some make-up on
his face?"
I should have got used to this from what had already happened to me this
morning but I could not believe that I was being asked to feminise my
son, the school rugby captain. I was about to protest and say that I
was going to wake him up when I felt I needed to relieve myself. I
figured they would need my help so nothing would happen until I had come
out of the bathroom and I was not going to help them.
I noticed as I sat there in the bathroom relieving myself that I was
still stiff. Had Sharon and the girls noticed?
I was longer than I expected to be and I had to spray round some air
freshener afterwards so, by the time I had come back out, Sharon and the
girls had gone back downstairs. I went in to see Joseph. They had gone
further than I expected and not only put on the negligee and panties but
also crimson lipstick and blue eye shadow like mine, mascara, crimson
nail polish, a blonde wig and earrings.
I tried to back out before he woke up in case he thought I had done it
but I bumped into Frank.
"OMIGOD DAD! What the FUCK have you done?" Frank shouted out.
Just then Joseph woke up.
The first thing he noticed was the hair which he flicked away from his
face. As he did so he noticed the nail polish on his fingernails.
"What the FUCK!" he shouted.
He then jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" was all I heard.
"MUMMY!" It was the first time I had heard him call her that in a long
time.
Sharon came up to the bathroom then.
"Look what Daddy's done to me Mummy!"
It was astonishing to notice how even the way Joseph spoke had changed
with how he was dressed.
Then my wife said, "Charles, I know you like dressing like this but
that's no reason to dress Joseph like this! Look Joseph, your father
and I agreed, that it was time you started to experience what it is like
to be a woman as you treat the women of this family so badly but it must
have been his idea to take this a step further!"
I was standing opposite my wife and could see from the look on her face
that I had better not point out anything as trivial as the fact that
apart from being informed that this was about to happen I had had
nothing to do with this! Besides, we had an agreement that when we were
disciplining a child, one parent would never contradict what the other
parent had said, but it had never been as blatantly untrue as this!
And then deciding she may as well add something that was actually true
to what she had just said, "Besides I have been feeling tired lately and
have not done the washing in a few days so you will need to wait for me
to wash your clothes. As you are having to do this I thought you might
prefer wearing clothing than walk around the house in the nude."
"Hasn't Dad or Frank got any spare clothes?" he asked plaintively.
"No," she replied. "In fact your father is also enjoying wearing
panties and pantyhose."
"Could I at least take off the make-up and nail polish and wig?" he
asked resignedly.
"How are you going to get to feel like a woman if you do?" I asked,
understanding at last what was expected of me and Joseph.
"In fact I used the last of the make-up remover and nail polish remover
on your father so we will need to go shopping. Tonight, you may recall,
we have theatre tickets to see "The Rocky Horror Picture Show." So I
thought we would go out to lunch and then collect the costumes I have
hired for you," my wife said.
Reading this I guess you may know where this was leading but I had not
heard of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" before and had no idea what it
was about. I understand that my wife had let the boys know that we
could either go to see it or "Mathilda" knowing that the boys were fond
of horror films. She had even said that she would hire fancy dress
costumes for everyone. The boys had quickly voted for "Mathilda" but
for some reason the girls had also voted for "The Rocky Horror Picture
Show".
"So, Joseph, you can change out of the negligee.."
"Result!" Joseph interrupted.
"I haven't finished! What makes you think this is a "result"? I have
already said I want you to experience what it feels like to be a woman
today. You seem to be ignoring the fact that I said nothing about you
taking your make-up off and we have no make-up remover left. Also you
have no clean trousers or tops left so you are going to have to borrow
clothes from Anne. But before we do that you are going to need a
shower."
"Here, rub this cream over you. This should help with the insect bites
you have been complaining of. Rub it all over your arms, chest and
legs. Then jump in the shower and make sure you rinse it all off."
I saw the bottle had Nair written on it but had no idea what Nair was.
I left Joseph to take his shower. "Mummy!" I heard him call out again
and there was a certain amount of noise coming from the bathroom before
Sharon emerged with a young lady who looked familiar. She had long
blonde hair and was wearing blue eye shadow and mascara with crimson
lipstick and nail polish. She was wearing a black bra under a white
blouse, a short black pleat miniskirt and opaque reversed floral
pantyhose. She was also wearing three inch black stilettos which she
seemed to be wobbling on as she walked.
"Where's Joseph?" I asked.
"Meet your new daughter Jenny," my wife said.
"Wow!" I said realising at the same time what she had just done to our
son. I was pleased to only be wearing panties and pantyhose.
We then went out for lunch and to do some shopping. Normally Frank,
Joseph and I would have avoided the shopping trip but, as we had Jenny
with us, we were all roped into the shopping trip.
Jenny really got into the spirit of it looking at all sorts of blouses,
dresses, pantyhose, shoes, make-up and accessories with the girls and I
found myself too looking at pantyhose. Why? Because I was wearing
panties and pantyhose and had started to thinking of pantyhose as normal
clothing for men like me.
"Seen any pairs you like?" my wife asked. "Go on, pick some."
I picked a few pairs which Sharon then bought.
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