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Divorce 2:
So after going shopping with Sharon, Anne, Mary, Jenny and Frank I
wound up owning more hosiery than I had been wearing and Jenny had been
bought a whole load of clothing.
Sharon then received a call on the mobile to say that our fancy dress
costumes were ready and asked me to go to collect them. When I arrived
at the fancy dress shop I was given three French Maids outfits and
three sparkly corsets.
I texted Sharon to let her know what they had assembled and that there
must have been some mistake. She replied that there should be a cape
with one of the corsets. I asked the lady from the fancy dress shop
and she explained one of the corsets did indeed have a cape attached.
I assumed that the corsets and French maid costumes were for Sharon,
Anne and Mary so you can imagine my surprise when I got home to find
Sharon, Anne and Mary already dressed as French Maids.
"Oh shit!" I thought as I realised what I was carrying. I could see
the costumes were not meant for Sharon, Anne or Mary.
Then I saw Jenny had now put on a white foundation with an outline
around the side of her face, lashes, blue eyeshadow and mascara and a
deep crimson lipstick. She was sitting there in a black lace bra,
black lace panties, a garter belt, fishnet stockings a black patent
stilettoes.
"My character is called Janet," Jenny said.
To my horror Jenny was in the process of applying the finishing touches
to her brother Frank's make-up. Frank was sitting there with a black
curly wig, white foundation, blue eyeshadow and a darker lipstick. He
was also wearing a black lace bra and black lace panties, a garter belt
and fishnet stockings. Frank was wearing silver sparkly stilettoes.
"I did this deal with Mum when I heard that Jenny was playing Janet
that I would play a character called Frank, Dad. I thought with my
name the character had to be a male character but it turns out that
Frank is a transvestite Dad. I didn't want to be dressed up like this
and like Jenny but I know you have always told me a man keeps his word.
It turns out Frank wears women's clothes Dad so here I am."
I was lost for words. I realised that there was no getting out of this
as Jenny and Frank helped me put down the clothes and put the corsets
on each other.
While this was going on Sharon led me to the bathroom and rubbed a
smelly cream over my body and told me to have a shower. I got in the
shower and felt quite cold as I dried myself off. When I finally got
the soap out of my eyes I realised why I felt cold - I had somehow lost
all of my bodyhair!
Sharon handed me a pair of panties. As I stepped into them she moved
behind me and grabbed my dick. I thought that we were about to make
love and stopped putting my panties on when I felt my dick being
attached with tape between my legs.
"It will make you look more like a girl," Sharon whispered in my ear.
"But I don't want to look like a girl!" I replied.
"Firstly Charlotte I have noticed how much you have enjoyed wearing the
panties and pantyhose so I think we both know you have enjoyed dressing
like a girl so far."
I did not object when she called me Charlotte because I was lost in
thought about how she was right but whether I should not be trying to
argue that she was wrong and how I argued with what she and I both knew
was true. As she was saying this she was putting what looked like glue
on some things that looked like breasts.
"Secondly Charlotte, we both know what you and your sons are going to
be wearing tonight. Do you really want to look like a man wearing a
corset and dressed as a French Maid?"
As she asked this she moved behind me and put her hands round my chest
and pulled me back towards her. Her hands felt kind of cold and wet
and then I looked in the mirror and noticed she had just stuck breasts
on my chest. Effectively I was being asked if I wanted to look like a
man with breasts dressed as a French Maid!
I knew at this point that I was well and truly stuck. Whilst part of
me did not want to be standing here in panties, with my dick tucked
firmly between my legs arguing with my wife as I looked in the mirror
at these false breasts which had just been stuck to my hairless chest I
knew that this was not the time or place to explain this and that there
was no point in doing anything else but putting on the bra that was
held out in front of me.
"So, what do you want to do Charlotte?" Sharon asked.
"I want to look like a girl," I said resignedly.
"Show some enthusiasm!" Sharon said.
"Please help me put on my make-up, Sharon," I said.
So I followed Sharon out of the bathroom in my bra and panties to
cheers from my four girls. They were all dressed as French Maids now.
I was led to my wife's dresser and white foundation was applied to my
face. Sharon outlined this in red and also applied red eyeshadow.
"As you still seem to think you are a man your character is called Brad
Majors," Sharon said.
"Now be a darling, breathe in and help me fasten you into your corset."
There come times in your life when you step outside of yourself and ask
yourself if this is real life? This was one of those moments. I was
watching my wife putting me, her husband, into a corset. She was
dressed as a French Maid. So were Anne and Mary. This was perfectly
normal. But then my sons Frank and Joseph were wearing make-up like
mine and corsets, wigs, nail polish and stilettos. Unlike me, however,
they were, like their Mother and Sisters, dressed as French Maids.
"You have a choice now Charlotte to dress as a French Maid or to go
dressed as you are."
"I'll dress as a French Maid, please Sharon," I said realising it
sounded about as ridiculous as I was about to look. In next to know
time Sharon had me looking like a convincing French Maid.
"Welcome to your first girls' night out boys!" Sharon said.
"Listen as this is a girls' night out you are going to join us in a
manhunt. The idea is to feminise as many men as possible tonight. The
only rule is you cannot feminise a man who had not whistled at you or
tried to grope you. Start by putting lipstick on him and then spray
them with your perfume. Next stick a wig on his head and ask him if he
is man enough to dress as a woman? They'll be spare costumes at the
show."
We all held hands and walked down the street to see the show. This
seemed either really feminine or really gay...I was not sure which.
Yes, obviously, six French Maids were always going to draw attention
and the boys and I had ten men in wigs before we had reached the show.
Five of the ten had groped my ass and two had whistled at me. The
other three had done something with my new daughters.
I was enjoying the attention and pleased to have a bigger score than
the others. I was really competitive and had somehow lost sight of
what I was doing. As Charlotte I had come to accept the way I was
attired as normal and the inevitable male attention as something to be
punished. I had become Charlotte the feminiser of men.
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