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International Women's Day:
It was International Women's day. I did not know this as I woke up to
find my wife Christine standing over me.
She had something like a pencil in her hands.
I had just about realised this when she said: "Hold still Chrissie and
don't blink!" Why was she calling me Chrissie?
I should explain that I have always had a tendency to do what I was told.
I also had been brought up to always tell the truth when I was spoken to
even when telling the truth could sometimes be to my detriment. There
had been times when I had wanted to lie but somehow I was always
prevented from doing so.
What a way to introduce myself! I am so sorry. My name is Robin but my
parents and now my wife had always insisted on calling me Christopher.
Some sort of obsession with Winnie the Pooh. My wife, you have already
met, and her name is Christine.
We have two daughters, Taylor, my oldest, and Kate, my youngest. Taylor
is now 15 years old and Kate is 13 years old. I have now worked 5 years
in the cash office in a large department store. I am an elder in our
church. For years we have picketed the local gay bar but I am starting
to wonder whether telling gays about unconditional love and that they are
going to burn in hell is somehow contradictory...
Anyway I digress, Christine knew that I was used to obeying orders and
she was exploiting this and the fact that I had only just woken up as she
had begun to expertly apply mascara to my right eyelashes. MASCARA!
What were they going to say at work?
"Look you are going to look like someone out of a 'Clockwork Orange'
unless you let me do your left eye too!"
In for a penny in for a pound I thought.
"Go on then" I said letting her know that I, her tough, manly, husband,
was giving her permission to put mascara on my eyelashes. At the same
time I couldn't believe what I had just said.
Christine was fast... I was just thinking about the mascara she had put on
me and wondering how obvious it was when I realised Christine had found
some sort of lipstick that she was putting on my lips.
How on earth had she got me into lipstick and mascara? This was
happening too fast and I was feeling out of control. I noted how the
mascara made me want to rub my eyes and the lipstick made my lips somehow
sticky.
"Look don't worry I bet no-one at work will notice."
"You don't seriously expect me to go to work wearing your lipstick and
mascara?"
"What do you mean? It's not enough? You want panties, pantyhose and a
bra too? Maybe a skirt too?" Christine replied mischieviously. "Look
don't worry, we'll get you your own make-up soon and then we can talk
about what other accessories you may want."
I explained I couldn't go to work like this and I did not want my own
make-up.
"Look Chrissie, you haven't got time to remove your make-up as you are
late for work. Let's have a bet. If anyone says anything to you at work
I will spend the rest of the week dressed as a French Maid and you will
not have to wear lipstick and mascara ever again, but, if no-one says
anything you will be wearing panties, pantyhouse and a bra to work and
will dress as a French Maid at home. Deal?"
The thought of Christine dressing as a French Maid for the week excited
me. I loved how she looked with the white cap, her long blonde hair and
that shiny black top that revealed a bit too much. Then there was her
miniskirt with the white pinafore and the white ruffles under the skirt
and her long fishnet encased legs and her shiny black patent court shoes.
I agreed without thinking where this was likely to be going or why she
was prepared to gamble so much on this. A more logical man may have
paused for a moment and wondered whether she did not consider this a safe
bet.
As I arrived at work it dawned on me:- No-one was going to say anything
today. It was as if this bet had been fixed. I was going to have to
think fast about how I was going to get out of being a French Maid when I
got home and how I would get out of wearing panties, pantyhose and a bra
to work tomorrow.
As I expected by the end of the day no-one at work had said anything.
Despite never having done this before the feel of the lipstick on my lips
was something I was conscious of throughout the day. I kept feeling like
I wanted to rub my eyes because of the mascara but I had seen enough
pictures of Alice Cooper to somehow restrain myself from doing this. It
would have made the mascara too obvious.
As I got home Christine was waiting for me. She practically jumped on me
as I got through the door. "Well? Did they say anything?"
"No," I said. "But why did you do this to me?"
"Before I answer you Chrissie, think about what do you really get out of
Church? Should we really continue to go? Also you seem stuck in this
job do you not have any ambitions or dreams any more? Are you really
happy in your job or are you not tired of the daily routine? I want you
to try the SAGE test."
The SAGE test? Christine showed it to me on my computer.
When I had completed the test it said:
"Your raw score is 520, which indicates that overall you are androgynous
and whilst your appearance is quite masculine most of your brain
processes are quite feminine. You socialise in a feminine manner and
believe that you have mild conflicts with your gender identity. You were
born male but your answers indicate that you are a male to female
transsexual and that you are a serious candidate for gender reassignment
surgery and have thought this way since you were quite young."
I was shell-shocked. I barely took in the other things it said about
testosterone suppressors or estrogen pills.
"So what do you think of all of this homophobic stuff you do at church
now? I think it is high time you apologised to the gay community. Do
you really think the God you believe in goes round telling them or you
that you are going to burn in hell?"
"What do I do?"
"Firstly you are going to shave off your body hair. Then you are going
to get dressed and join the women's day parade. Look I'll make the
shaving easier. Get your kit off, put this cream on and stand in the
bath."
Ewww! It smelt terrible. I bet Christine usually used perfume to hide
the smell of this stuff. It was a green cream. I stood there for an
eternity before I was told I could shower this stuff off. I was then
amazed at how effective it was at removing all of my hair off.
"Now Chrissie you must be feeling cold, try these for size." Christine
said passing me a pair of black lace panties. Wow! The feeling of these
panties was a lot more exciting than my boxer shorts. It was like
discovering chocolate caramel ice cream for the first time and the
panties seemed to naturally conceal my extra asset.
Next I was given a matching bra and shown how to put it on and Christine
then put some adhesive on the breastforms that she put in my bra. She
looked at me surveying her husband and his new clothing.
"No that won't do," she said. "Take the panties off and turn round."
I then felt her suddenly grab my manhood and pull it down between my legs
and then tape it down. She then presented me with a rubber undergarment
which she told me to step into. I did so and she then told me to look at
myself in the mirror. It made me look like I had a vagina and there was
some extra padding around my hips and arse.
"Now quit looking at yourself like you have never seen your vagina before
and put your panties back on."
I was then instructed in how to properly put on pantyhose without putting
a ladder in them and I felt a sense of pride and achievement when I
managed to put them on without ripping them or putting a ladder in them.
Then Christine gave me a pink wig. I asked her if this was really
necessary. Christine said that it was as it would draw attention to me
as a male to female transexual and as part of the Gay Pride part of the
procession. I was given a fake white fur coat that barely covered my
breasts and finished well above my midriff and blue sequin hotpants.
Then I was given some pink knee height boots with a stiletto heel. I put
it all on.
None of these clothes really matched and I felt really uncomfortable
wearing them as they drew attention to me. I was having difficulty
walking in the heels.
"Let's go or you are going to be late for the march Chrissie. It will be
an excellent opportunity for you to hand out tracts," Christine said.
"Here I have put some in your handbag," as she passed me a little sequin
handbag that matched my hotpants.
I somehow just about managed to stumble out of the house to the car
hoping that no-one could see me. Mercifully there was no-one on the
street but I could have sworn I saw the net curtains move next door.
When we got there Christine told a large man dressed in a similar outfit
to mine that I was transitioning, this was my first time out as a woman
and that I had decided to "out" myself today. The man said he was called
Trevor before immediately correcting himself and saying that he meant to
say Tracey.
The other people there wore less ostentatious dresses or other outfits.
As I was looking around I met the LGBT organised who said she was called
Oliver.
Oliver explained she wanted to start with some colour and she therefore
wanted to begin with Tracey and me. I could not think of any excuse to
get myself out of this but, even if the press did not notice my costume
immediately, the fact that I was now going to be one of the two LGBT flag
bearers meant I was going to make the front pages for sure!
After that everyone seemed to want to either squeeze my arse or give me a
French kiss or both. The last thing I wanted to tell anyone was about my
church! II might as well have gone to church dressed like this. How was
I going to live this down? I was the only member of my church on the
parade and I looked more camp than all but one of the gay people I would
normally have been preaching to.
One thing was for sure. I would remember this day for a very long time.
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