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I always prided myself on being something of a rebel despite having
attended public school and having come from a conventional conservative
middle class family. My father had always been quite domineering and now
that I was married I had started to think how he had had too much of an
influence on my life.
Germaine had always been a dutiful wife. One thing I noticed lately
however, was that she would not wear skirts anymore.
One evening after Germaine and I had spent some time arguing about how my
father had too much of an influence on our lives I tried to change the
subject. I knew she was right, as I have already said, but I did not
want to get into a row with my father.
"You know what I would really like you to do to improve our sex life is
to wear more skirts and high heels," I said.
"So should you," Germaine replied in a tone that made clear, although I
could not believe what she was saying, that she was quite serious.
"But men don't wear skirts and high heels," I replied.
"Steve, don't you remember how much your father hated Prince?"
"Yes."
"Well he would wear high a g-string, hosiery and high heels," she
replied.
It was true, I had seen the pictures of the "Dirty Mind" album...
The conversation ended there. It was dangerous and I did not want to
encourage her to continue down that path. I had no intention of wearing
high heels, a skirt, g-string or hosiery. They were women's clothes and
I was not that kind of man.
Over the course of the next week or two Germaine started to push at the
conservative boundaries I had set. We were in bed one evening when she
said:
"Steve, you are right that we need to improve our sex life and it would
excite me if you tried on my bra. I know men don't wear bras, but it's
just in bed with me and you were always a bit of rebel and this would be
the sort of thing that a conservative man like your father would never
do."
She had pushed all the right buttons. I was lying underneath her and I
put my arms up around her. As I did so she slipped one of her bras onto
me and as I rolled over to get on top of her she fastened it behind me.
I felt powerless to object to what she had just done as she had pointed
out how this was a rebellious thing to do. I noticed and I am sure
Germaine noticed too that I got hard really quickly.
It was one of our best nights in some time and I fell asleep still
wearing what was going to become known as my first bra.
The next morning as I started to wake up I heard our youngest daughter
Charlotte coming into our room and I suddenly realised that I was still
wearing the bra. I quickly pulled the sheets up hoping Charlotte hadn't
noticed.
"Where's Mummy, Charlie?" I asked.
"She's gone for her walk and I want my breakfast," she replied.
"Ok, well go downstairs while I get dressed," I said trying to unhook the
bra.
I had taken plenty of bras off Germaine but I could not get the bra off
me so I tried on various tops hoping trying to find one which would not
show the bra underneath.
It was a black lace bra.
I decided against a white shirt knowing how I could often see Germaine's
bra through a white blouse and eventually opted for a loose black tee
shirt. I was resigned to having to wear the bra until the evening and
just hoped that no-one would notice. This was despite the fact that I
had a permanent hard-on.
My bra was a tight, but comfortable fit and the feel of it on my chest
was a constant reminder to me that I was wearing it and from time to time
I would adjust the straps hoping no-one would notice as they slipped to
the part of my shoulder where I thought they would be more visible.
That evening Germaine teased me about how she had noticed that I had
enjoyed wearing my first bra and told me I had gone red when I tried to
deny it.
Germaine waited until she was on top of me in bed again before telling me
she had really enjoyed last night and wanted to try something else which
would be even more rebellious for a man to wear and quickly pushing a
black lace full slip over my head. She caressed my body though the slip
and we made love.
Tonight I needed to get up to go to the toilet after we made love and
Germaine insisted that I wear her slip. I was scared that Charlotte or
our older daughter Maria or our sons Ben or Francis would see me.
I was so stiff I found it hard to pee.
On getting back to the bedroom I took off the slip and persuaded Germaine
to get me out of my bra.
I was happy to feel like the breadwinner again and that Germaine was the
homemaker and that this was only in the bedroom.
I fell asleep.
Whilst I was sleeping Germaine removed my boxer shorts and put a pair of
black lace panties on me. When I heard Charlotte the following morning I
realised that Germaine had thrown the slip over my head but I was pleased
when I realised that I could quickly throw it over Germaine's side of the
bed before Charlotte would notice it. I felt my chest and was happy not
to be wearing a bra and I started to get up when I noticed that Germaine
had changed my underwear. I quickly pulled the sheet back over me and
felt around for my boxer shorts under the sheets. They weren't there.
Still with the sheets over me I checked my underwear drawer and realised
that I was stuck in panties for the day as I had no clean underwear.
The panties were tight and I was aware of wearing them all day.
That evening Germaine asked me if told me that she thought it was
exciting to have me making love to her dressed as a woman and I agreed to
allow her to put my bra and slip back on.
Later in the week Germaine explained that she had bought the bra and
panties and slip especially for me and that they were too big for her but
she would wash them when the girls were at school.
I should have realised what she was doing to me as I had come to think of
making love dressed as a woman as normal.
Over the next month or Germaine would complain that I treated her like a
Maid and I suggested that if she felt like that she should dress like
one.
One day she did. I found it really sexy.
Germaine said, "I want to have Charlotte and Maria's ears pierced."
I said "It's not a maid's role to make decisions like that and besides
Charlie and Maria are too young. Come on now, my little maid, I wear the
trousers in this house."
Germaine did not raise the ear piercings issue again.
Another evening when I got home from a long day in the office Germaine
said:
"You know you are so macho like your father, Steve, a modern man allows
his wife to share in the decision-making."
But I thought that I ruled the house and my wife and daughters were there
to do my bidding and said as much.
"Break your father's patriarchal influence become more of a woman,"
Germaine said. "Not many men have the privilege of owning their own bra
and panties like you."
We were going to drive to Malaga again for our family holiday in a mobile
home but I had noticed how the previous year my feet had become really
swollen when we reached Les Landes and it felt like I was wearing really
tight socks.
I had spent a day in bed when we got there waiting for the swelling to go
down.
I was determined this time that it wouldn't happen again this year and
asked Germaine what she thought I should do.
She replied, "I have been doing some research on the internet. Listen
Steve, you need to cool down when you travel down to Spain with me this
time. You need to shave off your body hair. Use this nair stuff, it
will make it easier. You rub it over your body and then rinse it off"
I didn't think about it until I saw my body hair floating down the
plughole, up until then it had just seemed normal.
What would Ben and Francis think now their father had no body hair?
Wasn't this rather feminine? I would have to hide it.
I was ashamed to have allowed myself to be emasculated in this way by
Germaine. But I was still the man of the house, wasn't I?
Next Germaine said, "Steve, look I have been doing some more research and
I have discovered what I told you about your body hair is wrong. The
answer to your problem is to wear tights when you travel down to Spain
with me."
"I'm not fooling for that again," I said. "Prove it, show me your
research and then I will listen."
Germaine then showed me some websites about my problem and I said: "Just
how am I going to get this past the children?"
"Don't tell them, but unless you want the swollen feet problem again you
will need to wear them. You are still a man aren't you? You are not
threatened by a small item of women's clothing are you? You have worn
panties, a slip and a bra before haven't you? And if you don't want it
to be too obvious you will need to stop them ripping by wearing nail
polish."
"If you don't want the tights to look too obvious you should wear your
panties instead of your boxers as they would bunch up under the tights."
Charlotte and the girls packed the bags and the boys and I loaded
everything in the roof rack as we had been instructed. So here I was
driving through France wearing nail polish, panties and tights trying to
pretend I was dressed like any other normal man.
Maria said to Ben, "I bet Daddy will arrive in Grenada driving our mobile
home but dressed as a French maid."
Ben replied, "No way!"
Maria said "OK, How about a bet if you win Ben, Charlie and I will do
whatever you boys say for the whole holiday. If we win you and Francis
will dress as we say."
Then disaster struck as we stopped for dinner and Francis was sick all
over me. I couldn't find my suitcase in the back of the mobile home and
realised it was in the roof rack. I needed to change out of my vomit
covered clothes quickly.
Germaine came in to the room in the back where I sat in my panties and
pantyhose. "Look I am really sorry, Steve, but the only clothes we can
get at are here," she said showing me the inside of the wardrobe where
she had stashed her maid's outfit!
"Oh come on! In the bed is one thing but what will the kids say?"
"A real man can dress like this and carry it off. We don't have the time
to unpack all of the other stuff to find your clothes," Germaine said as
I realised she was rapidly applying foundation on my face and extra
length mascara to my lashes and plucking my eyebrows. Then she stuck on
false eyelashes and I started to look like a drag queen.
"Here put this wig on," she said putting a blonde wig on my head and then
adding a white maid's cap.
"But I haven't agreed to this."
"We haven't time," she said filling my bra with some false breasts. The
fact that she had my bra meant she had been planning this! I reluctantly
let her put it on me. Then I stepped into her Maid's dress and put it
on.
Germaine then produced some black stilettos for me to wear.
I came out of the room to cheers and laughter from Charlotte and Maria.
"Who's wearing the trousers now?" Germaine said. I noticed that
Charlotte, Germaine and Maria were all wearing trousers and that Germaine
was filming me.
"There's nothing like the feel of a skirt to make like you feel like you
are wearing a skirt, eh Sheila?" Germaine added.
"Sheila, I expect you to help Beni and Frances get into their flamenco
costumes," said Germaine. "They made a bet that you were a man like your
father and you have proved them wrong and that you are a beautiful woman
like your mother."
"My name is Steve," I said.
"Firstly I do not expect my maid to answer back and secondly don't be
ridiculous Sheila!" she said pinching my bum. "How many people called
Steve dressed like you?"
It is true to say I was starting to struggle to think of myself as a man.
So here I was helping my "daughters" into their flamenco dresses and
stumbling around in stilettos. We, the men of the family (well the
French Maid and flamenco girls), were to be the ones wearing the dresses.
The girls grumbled as I helped them into their dresses and then Charlotte
came in to show me how to do the make-up and wig on "Beni" and to
supervise me doing the make-up and wig for "Frances".
I had to put their three inch heel Rivas on them. "Sorry, boys, for
getting you into this mess."
Next I found myself, a man or was I now a woman dressed as a French Maid
from crossing a gender boundary as I crossed a national boundary into my
wife's country and it seemed somehow fitting as if I had now become her.
On getting to Grenada Charlotte enrolled me in cancan classes and my new
daughters in flamenco classes. As we got used to the shoes, panties,
tights, bras and dresses and to doing our make-up we started to enjoy the
experience of becoming ladyboys.
I was still, however, keen to return home to my life as a man.
The next morning I overslept. I woke to find Charlotte and Maria, my
little girls, had had their ears pierced.
"Sheila, get Beni and Frances ready," Germaine said. "You have an
appointment."
"Where?"
She wouldn't tell me.
We got to the jewellers and it turned out we were to have our ears
pierced too. I protested that I was a man and Germaine asked me if I was
still sure?
I had to admit I was not.
"Sheila, remember who is wearing the trousers," Germaine added.
I watched as Beni and Frances were fitted with adorable gold hoop ear
rings that went perfectly with their flamenco dresses. I was told that
mine also suited me and went well with my Maid's uniform.
Now I had had my ears pierced and was wearing these beautiful ear rings I
understood what Germaine expected of her Maid and stopped thinking of
myself as a man at all but as a woman with something extra. I was
leaving my masculinity behind.
We had crossed more boundaries than I could cope with as a man and I
resigned myself to being the Maid of the house but we returned home.
Germaine got me a job as a maid and I found myself walking the streets I
used to walk as a child over to my parents' house but the child would
have never imagined I would walk these streets in a slip, pantyhose and
panties, dressed as a French Maid!
My father did not know me. But then he did not know me when I was a man
how could I expect him to know me as a woman? My mother recognized me
though and said I was now the daughter she had always dreamed of.
As I told Germaine when I got home from work someone has to wear the
panties in this house.
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