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"These 'feminise yourself through hypnosis' sites on youtube really don't
work" he thought to himself. "I have been watching these videos for over
a year and they haven't had any effect. It's not like there's anything
feminine about wearing lipstick and mascara is there? Lots of men wear
mascara don't they?"
He looked at the scarlet nail polish that his wife had put on his fingers
earlier that evening as he brushed his long blonde hair from his face and
tied it back with a scrunchie.
He was wearing a light blue silk blouse over a cream bra. Below this he
was wearing a matching cream pair of panties and a garter belt with black
fishnet stockings under a black leather mini skirt. He had scarlet nail
polish on his toe nails too but that was hidden under the black patent
court shoes he was wearing with 3 inch heels.
He had not always been like this.
Around a month ago Martin had grown really tired of his job and started
complaining about it constantly. He was stressed out. His wife
Alexandra told him she was stressed out to. Martin wouldn't hear it.
All she had to do was wash, cook, iron and make herself look beautiful he
said.
He would not hear of his wife going out to work.
"A woman's place is in the bedroom and in the kitchen," he would say.
"That's all women are good for. You can tell that from the women I work
with."
He did not know it but his definition of normal and their respective
places in the world was about to change.
Martin had just had another row with his wife after which she had said,
"I'm off to watch some TV so just piss off and leave me alone."
Martin had learnt after 10 years of marriage that if he kept his mouth
shut and just sat down next to her and watched whatever documentary about
rare illnesses or genetic conditions that Alex was watching things would
eventually calm down before they both went up to bed together and made
love. But if he said anything he might as well wait until Alex went up
to bed and sleep on the sofa as she would spend the rest of the evening
pulling the sheets off him and hitting him.
Tonight she was in the mood to watch a film and told him she was going to
watch a film with Patrick Swayze and Wesley Snipes. He sat down next to
her and laid his head on her lap and turned to watch the film. This one
seemed to have a bunch of men dressed up as women in it.
He picked up the remote control but did not dare change the channel. He
pressed the information button on the remote and noted that the film was
called "To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar."
Eventually he came to realise that the white American lady was Patrick
Swayze and the black American lady was Wesley Snipes. He wasn't exactly
keen to watch a film about transvestites but Alex seemed to be enjoying
it and he dare not risk changing the channel.
Around half the way through the film Alex said she was going to bed and
asked if he was going to carry on watching the film.
"Are you kidding?" Martin replied.
"I'm sure I could have you dressed like that in under a year," Alex said
calmly.
"If you get me even watching the rest of this film let alone wearing
anything even remotely feminine you can drag me away. No real man would
ever chose to dress like that." Martin replied. Martin had meant this
to mean have him committed to a mental asylum but Alex had interpreted
this as meaning turn him into a woman.
"Would a real man chose to dress like that?" Alex wondered. "No, but he
could be compelled to! I bet he will watch the end of the film."
Alex knew her husband well because Martin had decided he would watch the
rest of the film. "What kind of man would dress like that?" Martin
wondered.
He didn't notice Alex sneak back down behind him to get some water from
the kitchen or walk back up behind him. Alex was pleased to see he was
still watching the film and did some research on her laptop before going
to bed. Martin wasn't aware of this as he was watching the film.
That night he dreamt of going to Church naked and suddenly everyone
noticed and at that point he woke up.
The following morning as he went into the bathroom to get a shave before
going to work he saw that Alex had woken before him and was just putting
the finishing touches to her make-up. She made as if to put the mascara
on Martin's eyelashes too and for some reason Martin did not retreat back
as he usually did and she applied mascara to his left eyelashes.
"I can't believe you just did that," Martin said.
"I can't believe you didn't move. Look I have done your left eyelashes
so you might as well let me do your right ones." Alex replied.
"Otherwise you will look like an extra from "The Clockwork Orange."!"
"Go on then." Martin said as he stood there and she put mascara on his
other eyelashes.
"How am I going to get this off before I go to work?" Martin said.
"I won't tell you until you come home," Alex replied coquestishly.
"Oh come on! Everyone at work will notice,"Martin replied.
"I will bet you that if anyone notices I will tell you how to remove the
mascara tonight and you won't have to do it or wear anything even
remotely feminine to work in the future but if no-one notices you will
have to wear something feminine tomorrow as well as the mascara."
"But mascara is feminine," Martin responded.
Alex replied by googling "men wearing mascara" on her smartphone. The
first search that came up was "Are you a mascara man?" and the next was
"17 Famous Men Who Wear The Hell Out Of Make Up." She showed Martin
"Ok, point taken, you're on," Martin replied.
Martin was the sole male in an otherwise all female office.
At the end of the day Martin was surprised that no-one at work had said
anything. He did not know this but Alex had called Martin's office and
spoken with the receptionist, Katie, and told her to make sure that no-
one in the office commented on the fact that Martin was wearing mascara
and promising to make things more entertaining if no-one said anything.
Martin did not know this but women were generally more observant than men
especially with things like facial expressions and make-up so the chances
of no-one noticing were so slim that it was as well for Alex that she
made that call. The truth was that everyone had in fact noticed he was
wearing mascara but no-one had said anything because Katie had warned
them not to.
As he got home Alex came to the door. "Well, did anyone say anything my
little mascara man?"
"I am pleased to say that no-one did."
"What? You want me to dress you like your heroes in that film last
night?"
"No, hold on a minute, no... I was just pleased that no-one noticed. It
really wasn't like I wanted you to win the bet."
"Oh yes?" Alex said as if she was about to laugh.
"Yes," Martin replied.
"Yes you wanted me to win the bet?" Alex laughed.
"No I meant yes I didn't want you to win the bet."
"I think it was a bit of a Freudian slip. In fact maybe I should have
you wearing a slip."
"No way."
"Well you lost your bet so tomorrow you will wear the black silk panties
I have left out for you."
"Panties! But everyone will notice."
"How will they notice? It's not like you can't wear your trousers over
them and you agreed to wear something feminine. Come on are you not man
enough to wear panties?"
"Ok, just this once."
"Martin the deal will be on the same terms as yesterday. If no-one
notices you will wear something else tomorrow but if anyone says anything
you don't have to wear the panties tomorrow but you still have to wear
the mascara unless of course anyone notices that!"
The next day Martin got up and put on his panties and then noticed that
Alex was still in bed.
"Hey Alex aren't you going to put my mascara on?"
Alex was pleased he was already calling it his mascara.
"No I showed you how to do it yesterday so you do it. If you don't you
will be wearing false eyelashes to work tomorrow."
Martin stormed into the bathroom in his panties and then started applying
mascara to his eyelashes. He dare not put it on thinly as she might not
notice that he had put it on at all and he would then be wearing false
eyelashes tomorrow and these would certainly be noticed and he would be
the subject of ridicule in the office for like forever. Whilst putting
mascara would get him out of wearing false eyelashes tomorrow it would
not get him out of wearing mascara again but by applying the mascara
thickly he was sure to get noticed and that would then get him out of not
just wearing false eyelashes but also out of wearing mascara tomorrow too
and he could point out that many men wore mascara.
He was worried that the panties would show beneath his trousers as he had
heard of a "VPL" or "visible panty line" as the girls spoke about this
round the office and he was worried about how he might convince them he
was not wearing panties.
He made sure his shirt covered his panties as he got dressed and had
never been so self-conscious about tucking his shirt in.
Then after finishing getting dressed he rushed off to work.
It was only after he went past the receptionist, who smiled at him, (did
she usually do this?) and sat down at his desk that he noticed that his
flies were undone. Had she seen his panties? Was that why she smiled at
him?
The rest of the day passed without anyone commenting on either the
mascara or the panties. He thought about lying to Alex to get out of
whatever she had planned next but he didn't lie to her for three reasons
-
1. He was not a transvestite or anything and had no intention of dressing
up as a drag queen or anything but he was secretly enjoying this;
2. His father was a vicar and he was a lay preacher and whilst he knew
that dressing as a woman was wrong so was lying; and
3. Alex always seemed to always know when he was lying.
Alex had spent part of the day going to La Senza, Victoria's Secret and
Ann Summers buying panties for her husband.
So it was only natural that the first thing Alex said when Martin got
home was "So my little panty model how did things go? Did you have to do
a catwalk show for everyone to model your panties?"
"There was a moment when I thought I had been discovered when I got to my
desk first thing and realised that I had forgotten to do up my trousers.
But Katie didn't notice."
"Like hell she didn't!" thought Alex to herself having just got off the
phone from Katie after Katie told her how hard she had found it not to
laugh at the "man" in black panties.
"Ok what am I wearing tomorrow?" he asked.
"I want it to be a surprise," said Alex. "You will find out in the
morning."
Shortly after this they went to bed and made love. As usual Martin was
asleep within minutes afterwards and before Alex had cleaned herself off.
This was just as Alex had planned things as she wanted to have Martin
wearing two new items in the morning.
So while Martin was sleeping she applied pink nail polish to his toes.
And then laid out a pair of fishnet pantyhose gift wrapped on his bedside
cabinet.
In the morning Alex was up first and woke Martin saying:
"Hurry up, put on your new panties and mascara and come back here or
you'll be late for work!"
Martin looked in his underwear drawer to find that it was now full of
panties. Why had Alex been so confident that he would not be spotted?
He did not know.
"Where are my boxer shorts?" he asked.
"In a safe place, you can have them back whenever anyone comments on you
wearing panties," Alex replied.
"Oh, ok then," he said, not knowing that Alex had in fact thrown all of
his boxer shorts away.
"Here's your new clothing," Alex said passing him the gift wrapped
fishnets.
"Oh great!" Martin said sarcastically opening the wrapping paper and
discovering the fishnets. "Could you not have found some that would at
least have looked like socks?"
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that but pay attention as I don't want you
ripping your first pair of pantyhose and fishnet pantyhose are so easy to
snag. Watch me as I put them on you," Alex said as she quickly covered
Martin's toes without him seeing the nail polish. "You have to have your
thumbs inside your pantyhose as you put them on and your fingers outside
ok?"
Martin had not seen that she had put nail polish on his toes as it was
dark with only the bedside light on and he has been looking at Alex's
breasts rather than his fishnet encased legs.
Today he was more careful about putting his trousers on and made sure
that he did his flies up. He had a difficult day at work as, apart from
the way that the fishnets constantly caressed the back of his legs as he
walked around the office making him feel like he was wearing a skirt, he
was also constantly conscious of the gap between his trousers and his
shoes and felt sure that everyone had noticed the fishnets or at least
heard the swishing noise as he walked around the office.
Strangely no-one had and word only got round the office that he had been
wearing fishnet pantyhose all day when Katie called Alex later that
evening.
"No-one noticed did they?" said Alex in a less joyful mood than the
previous evenings.
"No, but what have I done? Why are you cross with me?" Martin replied.
"I thought you were enjoying this but you were so rude this morning."
"I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?"
"I think you are stressed, watch this video with me, it's a hypnosis
video on youtube and will help both of us to relax," Alex replied.
It was not actually on youtube as Alex, resourceful as she was, had
spoken to a girlfriend who was a hypnotist and had a video made specially
for Martin to help with her planned feminisation of him. Alex had been
taught how to avoid going under.
It was carefully crafted and the only thing Martin remembered about the
first five minutes was that it began "You are stressed and need to
relax." The first suggestion that Alex had put into the video was that
Martin would forget his name and would now insist that his name was
Samantha. This was to prove that Martin was susceptible to hypnosis.
The video then went on to explain that Martin is a girl's name. Samantha
is a boy's name. In old English the hypnotist explained boys and girls
were both called "girls" and a male girl would only become a man when he
left home. Until then he was called a girl and dressed like one. Men
and women both wore pantyhose and men also wore skirts. The convention
of wearing a suit meant that you were an employee of a company rather
than a gentleman. The tie was also a sign of your servitude. A
gentleman, in order to show he was free of corporate obligations wore
pantyhose and a skirt.
Martin was fascinated by this part of the video which had been called
"The history of modern clothing" and he asked Alex about this. This was
part of the hypnosis programme and was a reminder to Alex to stop the
video.
"What was that Martin?" she asked.
"Who's Martin?" Martin asked. "Has the video made you forget that my
name is Samantha?"
"Oh, sorry Samantha!" Alex said. "How stupid of me to be taken in like
that!"
He went up to the bedroom and asked what had happened to his socks having
discovered that his sock drawer was now full of hosiery. Again Alex lied
and Samantha believed her.
"What am I to wear to work tomorrow then?" Samantha asked
"Well I thought about what you said about the pantyhose so I thought this
might also work" She said tossing Samantha a crimson red garter belt and
a pair of red stockings with bows on top to wear.
"This is a nice red. But are you sure it's my colour?" Samantha replied.
"Same terms as before?"
"Yes, but I will have another special video for you tomorrow night my
little hosiery model whether you win or lose," Alex said.
So the following morning, Samantha, as he was now calling himself, put on
his garterbelt and his matching red panties and carefully rolled the
stockings up his legs before he tried to attach the straps to the
stockings.
"I feel all helpless like a little girl," he said to Alex. "How do I do
this?"
Alex said, "Who's your Daddy?"
"You are Alex. Now how do you do this?"
Alex then got out of bed and showed him how to adjust the strap length
and how to attach the straps so that they did not come off.
"Thank you Alex."
"Daddy!"
"Thank you Daddy Alex"
"You are welcome young lady."
"I suppose you are going to tell me lady is a term that applies to men
and women too?"
"Yes, that's right young lady."
The day at work, was, as before, uneventful apart from the fact that
Samantha had to keep reminding people that his name was Samantha. This
was the first thing he told Alex when he got home.
"So, did anyone notice your garterbelt? Did you enjoy it?" Alex asked
having already heard from Katie how they were enjoying Samantha's
feminisation and sharing with Katie about how she was calling Samantha a
lady now.
"No, no-one noticed it, look I have been in this job for five years and
you would think that they would know my name by now wouldn't you?" He
complained. "Have you ever come across such a case of collective
amnesia?"
Alex said she had not but that she had fixed him a drink, she had planned
to drug him but this had proved unncessary and he should come and watch
the new youtube video with her.
The next part of the video was more of the same thing about how men and
women dress and was to reinforce what Samantha had heard yesterday and to
continue planting suggestions in his head about what he should really be
wearing to work. The suggestion planted in it this time was that
Samantha shaved under his armpits and then rubbed veet into his arms and
over his chest and stomach and then have Alex do his back.
So Alex was very pleased when Samantha said he was going to bed before
calling out a few minutes later for Alex to rub a lotion onto his back.
Alex was pleased that her now hairless Samantha would be wearing a
matching black lace bra, garterbelt and panty set with seamed stockings
to work in the morning. He would be even more conscious of his female
underwear!
In the morning Samantha objected that the bra would show under his shirt
but Alex explained that as long as he kept his jacket on no-one notice.
She spent some time showing him how to get the seams straight.
Samantha realised as he got up to say goodbye to his first client of the
morning, an elderly lady from the same town as where he was born who he
felt a certain affinity with, that he had forgotten his belt. He quickly
reached to pull up his trousers giving her a clear view of his shirt.
Did she notice he was wearing a bra? Samantha did not know. The truth
was she was a tolerant old lady and had seen men like Samantha before.
The fact that the man she had previously known as Martin had told her his
name was Samantha had warned her what to expect and what she indeed saw
and to say nothing.
The rest of the day Samantha was really cautious about pulling up his
trousers in front of his colleagues or clients and very conscious of how
the bra seemed to add breasts to his chest and how his nipples rather
than his penis were erect.
When he got home he told Alex about his scare with the elderly client and
how he thought maybe she had not noticed as she was getting old. Alex
smiled to herself knowing the old lady would have to be blind not just
old to have not seen a black bra under a white shirt.
Alex told Samantha that he would not have to wear anything new to work
tomorrow but he had better get used to some new pyjamas she had bought
him (which looked suspiciously like a black chiffron nightie).
Tonight was the last part of the hypnosis video and would lead to
Samantha agreeing to all future suggestions on Alex telling him that it
was what he would be wearing to work in the morning. He would also
become addicted to watching feminisation videos but still think of
himself as a normal man when he did this and think that the videos were
having no effect on him. They would though. Sometimes they would make
him think he was a woman and he would go to work dressed as a woman,
other times they would make him aware that he was a man trapped in
women's clothes but aware that he had no choice but to wear them as he
did chores around the house as he would be terrified of anyone seeing
him. On these occasions he would dress as a French maid.
About 20 minutes later Samantha was asleep in bed as Alex decided to give
his bra a helping hand and stuck on some breastforms.
He dreamt of going to church again. This time he was not naked but he
was dressed as a woman and somehow it felt normal.
When Samantha took off her nightie and bra to get changed for work she
shrieked, "Alex I've got tits!"
"Don't be silly! The bra has simply enhanced your chest muscles to make
you look like a real hunk like Patrick Swayze," Alex laughed. "Keep your
jacket on and no-one will notice, especially as it is raining and you
will have to wear your mac over it all."
As Samantha left for work Alex watched him go. This was the last time he
would look vaguely masculine as tomorrow he would be wearing heels,
lipstick and a skirt. He would learn to appreciate what being a woman in
the workplace and being a man at home was all about and his father the
vicar would have a new daughter.
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