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For Her II
In part one of this story I started to wear panties to work and my wife
Maria had persuaded me to wear a chemise to bed each night.
The morning after I got up and without being told to do so I took off the
panties I had been wearing and selected a white lacy pair and went to the
bathroom. When I came back Maria was already up and dressed and had laid
a pair of opaque pantyhose on my side of the bed.
I knew, without asking, that she expected me to wear them.
"I suppose you are going to tell me Real men wear pantyhose to work?" I
asked jokingly.
"Are you frightened of wearing pantyhose?" she asked.
"No," I said putting them on. I had seen her sitting on the side of the
bed roll pantyhose over her feet and then roll them up her legs with her
thumbs inside and her fingers outside so I copied her and managed to get
them on without snagging them.
"Not bad for a first attempt," Maria said. "Alison, don't worry. I am
sure no one will realise you are wearing pantyhose under your suit."
I put on my suit and looked at myself in the mirror. It was, as Maria
had said, hard to see that I was wearing pantyhose except when you looked
at my feet.
I kissed my wife and headed off for work. All of the time I was
conscious of my pantyhose and it felt like my trousers were up at my
knees and everyone could see I was wearing pantyhose until I looked round
and realised no-one was looking at me.
After another uneventful day at work I came home and Maria said "Take off
your trousers. Don't you realise that trousers are an invention of the
industrial revolution and a sign of subservience to the factory? Before
the industrial revolution real men wore pantyhose."
"What?"
"Haven't you ever seen any Elizabethan paintings? The men are always
wearing pantyhose. Men also used to wear skirts all the time. Fashion
changes though and one day I am sure men will go back to wearing skirts
and pantyhose again. You should not follow fashion, fashion should
follow you"
"But fashion considers me to be a nobody."
"That's because you follow it."
"Here try this on," she said passing me a bra that matched the panties I
was wearing.
"How is that masculine then?"
"The question is always the same Alison. Are you a lion or a dog? Are
you, a man who is enough of a real man to wear panties and pantyhose,
going to tell me you are not enough of a man to wear a bra?"
I put my arms through the straps and tried to hook it up behind my back.
I was struggling.
"Have you ever seen me put my bra on like that?" Maria asked putting
some more bags on the bed next to me.
"I have never noticed how you put on a bra," I said.
"Try hooking it up in front of you around your belly and then rotating it
so the cups are in front of your nipples and then putting your arms
through the straps."
I did as Maria suggested. She was right it was a lot easier and I felt
like I had really achieved something!
The strange thing about the bra was that it gave me breasts without
wearing breastforms. It somehow molded my chest into the shape of a
woman's breasts.
I looked in the bags.
Bras and pantyhose! I knew they were meant for my sock drawer and wasn't
surprised when it proved, like my underwear drawer, to be empty.
Well now I guess I had two underwear drawers although I had never had
underwear for my chest before. Then again for that matter all of the
clothing that Maria had bought for me was a new experience for me.
Maria said, "I would like you to do more around the house. My father
never did anything. You could start by doing the vacuuming before you go
to work. You can't do it tonight as it is too late as you will disturb
the neighbours but they always leave before you in the morning."
The next morning Maria was up before me and said, "Alison, I would find
it really exciting if you wore this Maid's outfit."
I had slept in my bra and panties so I put on a clean pair of pantyhose
and stepped into the maid's outfit. When I had got my arms through the
shoulders I then laced up the front and then put the pinafore round my
waist.
I realised by the time I had done this it was getting late and I did not
have time to complete my morning task and get changed out of the maid's
outfit I had just put on. Maria was insistent that I cleaned the house
so I vacuumed the house and then started to get out of my maid's outfit.
Maria told me I had five minutes.
I knew it would take me that long to get my shirt and tie on and my suit
and shoes. I had no time to take off my bra or my panties or pantyhose.
This was the first time I had gone out to work with not only panties and
pantyhose on but also wearing a bra.
I would be obliged to wear my suit all day as the bra would otherwise
show through my shirt as I had noticed as I was putting on my tie. Then
I noticed if I was to pull up my trousers it would open up my jacket
revealing my bra through the shirt. I only hoped that no-one would
notice my humiliation.
I was worried as I had noticed that with the panties and pantyhose my
trousers had become looser and I was constantly pulling them up the
previous day. Awkward!
By the end of the day either all the people who had been in my office had
not noticed the bra or they had but were not saying anything.
When I got home Maria asked me to help her sort out the washing. It was
as I laid out her and my bras and panties that I started to think that
this was not normal and realise something was wrong...
She may have bought my bras and panties, but I was now washing them.
This was wrong on so many levels. Washing was a woman's job.
I said "Washing is a woman's job," and then immediately thought about how
that was just the sort of comment that my father or her father would have
made and how Maria would use that as yet another reason for me to have to
demonstrate how I was not like them.
"Alison I am glad you have come to recognise your role in our
relationship," Maria said. "Previously I would have thought of this as a
sexist comment about my role in our relationship but as you are doing the
washing I can see that you are not talking about me but about yourself.
To help you feel more of a woman let me make some adjustments."
I dare not correct her.
She said, "Close your eyes and hold your arms out in front of you."
I felt her wrapping a blindfold round my eyes. Then she slipped
something over my arms. I realised it was another bra as she fastened it
behind my back.
Next thing I knew she was pulling something up my legs. Then she took my
blindfold off. I was wearing a teddy over my bra, wait how had she got
five bras around my chest without me realising it? This gave me really
big tits especially as the teddy had cups too!
And she had also got me into a skirt that was considerably wider at the
bottom than it was at the waist, almost like one of those dresses in
"Gone with the Wind" although unlike in "Gone with the Wind" it finished
just below my pantyhose encased knees.
"Alison, I need a bath, could you please take these old clothes to the
charity shop bin?"
I was getting confused now as to whether she saw me as a "real man" or in
fact as a woman. I said "I cannot go out dressed like this."
"You can wear a mackintosh over it like Ellen Barkin in "Sea of Love." I
would find that really sexy."
What on earth had I got myself into? This was the first question I asked
myself as I went out our front door. The next was - how am I going to
avoid being seen?
I got to the bin without incident.
It was just after I put the last bag in the bin that Maria texted me to
ask if I had done as she had asked. I replied that I had and Maria
texted back "Bravo you have finally become a lion."
I texted back a question mark and she texted back.
"You have made the decision to throw away you old male underwear and
socks and embrace your inner lion."
Then I saw an older man walking past really close by. It was too late to
hide. He must have seen the effect of the bras surely? Or noticed the
pantyhose under my mack? These questions will remain unanswered as he
looked at me in a sympathetic manner like he understood what I was going
through and then before I could say anything he had gone.
Over the following weeks Maria acquired new identity papers for me in the
name of Alison and persuaded me to resign from my job before reapplying
for the same job as Alison. She taught me how to put on make-up and
lipstick and had me doing most of the housework.
Maria decided she was now going to be called Mark and in another month I
was now washing my bras and panties and her socks and boxer shorts - it
was too late! I, Alison, had become the real (wo)man Mark had always
wanted me to be!
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