Hangover
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Hangover:
I woke next to a pool of vomit. I didn't realise that I had had that much
to drink. I realised somehow I had got to bed. I had no idea how.
I threw off the sheets to get up.
Then I realised that I was dressed as a French maid. I had never even put
on any women's clothes before. How could I describe this? It was like
when I was learning to swim. I remember that I wanted to step slowly into
the water but instead I was thrown in the deep end. I panicked and had to
be rescued.
This felt similar yet this was different as I didn't want to learn to wear
women's clothes or to wear women's clothes for that matter!
And like swimming I am sure you could be slowly introduced to women's
clothes, a little nail polish or some panties first, before being
introduced say to pantyhose and suspenders or tights. Then stilettoes and
some guidance in how to walk like a woman. Then a bra or a corset before
your first dress. Finally make-up and a wig and lessons in how to talk
like a woman.
But I had no gradual introduction to femininity. I had been thrown in the
deep end!
I could see from my horizontal position that I was wearing black fishnet
pantyhose and crimson red suspenders, a black maid's dress and a white
pinafore. How had I come to be dressed like this? I would never have
dressed like this myself.
I looked down at my chest. My chest hair had been shaved off and I was
wearing a white bra and I had false breasts stuck to my chest but they
looked real.
Then I noticed that I had bright cherry red nail polish on my fingers and
at about the same time as I realised this I felt some sort of ribbon
around my neck. I could only imagine that it matched my maid's uniform.
As I was looking down at my chest I also noticed I was wearing a blonde
wig. I looked down at my toes. Yes I had the same cherry red nail polish
on them too underneath my pantyhose.
I checked under my dress. It was layered with several layers of white
petticoats. I was wearing panties and my dick was not there, oh wait! It
was tucked between my legs.
I decided to get up. Big mistake! I was very hung over and it was
difficult just to get up into a sitting position.
I got up. My mind was racing. What happened last night?
It was useless. I was obviously drunk out of my mind last night and now
my mind had returned and was trying to make up for lost time like air
rushing into a vacuum.
I remember that my wife said that she was leaving me. The kids were
staying with her mother as it was half term but my wife was home with me.
This morning she was gone.
I checked my underwear draw. Loads of different coloured pairs of panties
and none of my underwear. I checked my wife's underwear drawer - it was
empty!
I checked my sock drawer. It had different coloured bras, suspender belts
and a large number of packets of pantyhose and tights but no socks.
I didn't want to look in my wardrobe.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing mascara, blue eyeshadow,
crimson lipstick, foundation and rouge. She had really done a job on me.
I checked the bathroom. She had left me some soap, a towel and shampoo.
I knew from watching her that I would need make-up remover to get most of
this off and I had no idea what I needed to get my breasts off.
I looked down at my pantyhose. I was in serious trouble. There were
ladders in them.
I unhooked them and as if it was the most natural thing in the world
reached for a fresh pair. I selected another pair of black fishnet
pantyhose. It seemed to me it was best to find a pair like the ones I was
wearing. They would best match my outfit.
This was the first time I had ever put pantyhose on. I was excited as I
eased them up my newly hairless legs. This was an amazing feeling. I was
tingling all over my legs. May be being forced to become a transvestite
was not so bad after all I smiled to myself.
I fastened the suspenders on one leg and then the other. I felt proud,
until the belt unhooked. I rearranged them. They came undone again. I
was upset. How come I had never seen this happen to another woman? Wait
a minute! Another woman? I was already thinking of myself as a woman?
Where did that come from? Well what would a woman do? I adjusted the
suspender belt and this time they stayed fastened.
My bra seemed to be showing too much through my dress so I rearranged my
dress and did my best to arrange my hair properly with my fingers as I
couldn't find a brush.
Then I looked for some shoes. There were some fairly androgynous jogging
shoes but she had left me a number of different types of black patent
court shoes. Jogging shoes just wouldn't go with my outfit so I slipped
my feet into a pair of court shoes. Besides I couldn't walk round in
jogging shoes all of the time and would need to get used to wearing court
shoes before I could afford some new shoes.
It was going to take some time to getting used to walking in heels but I
was going to have to leave the house at some time and I wanted to look
convincing. How did women walk in these things? After what seemed like
only a few minutes practice my calf muscles were getting really stiff. I
never understood before why my wife used to always want to get her shoes
off when she got home from work.
Just then the telephone rang. It seemed to be coming from the kitchen. I
somehow managed to find the phone. It was my wife.
"How are you enjoying your first day as a woman Peter?"
"Why have you done this to me, Marina?"
"Because you don't listen to me Peter. You never do anything to help
round the house like other men. You don't wash up. You don't do your
share of the ironing and you don't vacuum the house. On top of this you
drink too much. I have found a training course for lazy husbands like you
with a company called "Maid to Change". As part of the training we need
to change your name from Peter to something more suitable for a girl like
you. I chose Mylene as a name for you. It sounds like a suitable name
for a French maid. If you attend the course and show real signs of
changing maybe I will come back with the children."
"But what will I do for money? I can't go back to my job dressed like
this."
"I took care of that and sent a letter to your boss advising her that you
quit. You will get paid each week to attend the course but it won't start
for a few weeks. I will let you have more details before it starts. I
heard that they need a cleaner at the local strip bar you used to go to.
Hooters wasn't it?"
It's true that I hated my job so Marina had done me a favour in that
regard but I was worried about what I would do for food before I started
the course. She obviously considered me a slob and had found out about me
attending the strip bar. How was I going to show her I had changed.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about showing me you have changed. I
have put hidden cameras in the house and can see how you are changing
already. It seems to me that when you woke you wondered what was
happening to you and what you are wearing. You thought of it as female
clothing that I had put on you but since about the time that you realised
that I had given you breasts and put nail polish on you, you started to
identify with the clothing that you are wearing and think of it as your
own? Am I right?"
I nodded.
"Good you are making quick progress. Before you think of moving the
camera if you leave the cameras alone I will be able to see whether I want
to come home to you. You had better get yourself off to your new
employer."
She hung up.
I took my first steps outside nervous that someone would recognise me.
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