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I had always thought of Agnes as the perfect wife. After all I was the
breadwinner, the alpha male, the hunter gatherer and she was the
submissive dutiful wife who did the shopping, washing and ironing and
prepared our meals. The one thing that was weird about her was in bed
where she liked to slip her n?glig?, bra and panties on me as we made
love.
The first time anything like this happened we were in bed and the
children were asleep in their rooms and I was sliding her n?glig? over
her head to get to her amazing body when in one swift motion she slid her
n?glig? over my head.
"Hey what are you doing?"
"Wear it for just for me, Peter, as we do it, it turns me on."
I had to admit afterwards that it did seem to heighten her passion and
she insisted I take it off once we had finished.
I did not protest the next night when she did the same thing with her
n?glig?. This time though, as I reached up to unhook her bra, she slid
it over my arms. Initially I thought it had simply fallen onto my chest
as I unhooked her but as I moved up to kiss her she quickly hooked her
bra up behind me. At this point I realized what she had done.
"I suppose you are going to tell me that my wearing a bra turns you on
too?"
"What do you think?" Agnes replied.
Neither question was answered although it could be said that both were
rhetorical questions.
Again Agnes was really passionate but I began to wonder where this was
going to end up.
When we finished making love Agnes took her n?glig? off me but left the
bra on. I couldn't unhook it myself and was wondering what people would
think of me at work wearing a bra.
"Come on Aggy, unhook me," I said. "It would be really obvious at work if
I was wearing a bra and everyone would laugh at me."
"What would you prefer to wear? Panties? A bra?"
"That's a no brainer - panties!" I replied. "At least I could conceal the
fact I was wearing them."
"I was going to add boxer shorts to the list but you prefer panties?
That's interesting.." said Agnes doing her best to sound like a
psychiatrist and then erupting into laughter as I tried to protest.
While I was sleeping she took the bra off me and although I didn't want
to wear it I felt somehow disappointed not to be wearing it when I woke
the following day. It was as if I had been deprived of something
important.
Agnes woke at the same time as me and said, "Peter if you can't hook or
unhook your bra this is how to do it."
I was delighted to watch as my beautiful sexy semi-naked wife put her bra
on by hooking it up in front of her before rotating the cups around in
front of her and fitting her arms through the straps.
"Show me how to unhook it then?" I asked hopefully.
"Tonight," Agnes replied seductively.
That evening I decided to surprise Agnes so whilst she was having her
bath I grabbed a black lacy bra of hers and hooked it up myself before
rotating it into place and putting my arms through the straps and then
grabbing her black lacy n?glig? and putting it on before turning the
light off and diving under the sheets.
Agnes came into the room and spent a moment groping around in the dark
for the n?glig? that I was wearing before I realised what she was doing
and guided her hand to her n?glig? and said "Have you found what you
looking for?"
"Ooh that deserves a prize," she said stroking me until my boxer shorts
became quite uncomfortable.
I was hoping for oral sex as she went under the sheets and removed my
Boxers shorts. Moments later I felt my hopes slip away as Agnes started
pulling a pair of her panties up my legs. They were wet as the feel of
me must have excited her!
Over the next few months I became so accustomed to dressing as a woman to
make love that I noticed that I could no longer perform in bed without
dressing up as a woman and Agnes would call me her "femme de chambre".
Not much happened else happened for a few years until Agnes started to
complain that I treated her like a maid and didn't respect her. I would
always reply that she was being unfair and that I would try to do more
around the house.
Then one day I got home to find Agnes and our twin teenage daughters
Olivia and Jessica dressed as French maids. I told Agnes she looked
really sexy but asked the girls why they were dressed as French Maids
too.
They replied they liked Mummy's outfit and had persuaded her to buy
matching outfits for themselves too. My little girls were growing up
fast.
Agnes said Olivia and Jessica wanted to have their ears pierced.
I joked that it wasn't the maid's role to make decisions about her master
and mistresses but the role of the person who wore the trousers in the
relationship. I was brought up in a traditional family where my father
was the breadwinner and my mother stayed at home and I saw that as
Agnes's role and believed as head of the household it was my role to make
these sort of decisions.
Agnes would probably have been happy for us to make decisions together
and was growing tired of my macho attitude but I couldn't or wouldn't see
it. So Agnes decided that something needed to be done about my attitude.
We were going on a long drive to stay with Agnes's family in Montpellier,
as we did every year. Last time we drove there I noticed my feet were
sore by the time we reached Avignon. I thought I was as getting
arthritis or rheumatism. When we got to Montpellier I noticed how my
feet had swollen up and I spent the day in bed waiting for the swelling
to go down.
I asked Agnes to find out what I should to avoid it happening again and
she told me to use a cream she had bought called veet which she said
would help. I had to rub it over my legs and then stand in the bath for
five minutes before rinsing it off.
I suddenly realised what I had done as I started to dry myself off and
noticed I had no hair left on my legs at all. I told Agnes I was not
happy at being emasculated in this way and Agnes said "Look I'm sorry I
meant it as a joke and I thought you would read the instructions first
and refuse to do it! But as you have I suggest that you do your arms and
torso too so that you look like you are from a boyband."
That made sense I had seen a lot of these hairless kids showing off their
naked torsos over the years.
I did as Agnes suggested.
Now I was getting worried about what I was going to say to Olivia and
Jessica and especially to our son Nicky. It was rather feminine wasn't
it? Would they still respect me as the man of the house?
At this point seeing how the loss of all my bodyhair had disorientated me
Agnes said, "This is the answer to your problem," and gave me a small box
wrapped with a pink ribbon marked "To the man of the house".
I opened it and found a pair of fishnet tights inside.
"Fishnet Tights! You have got to be joking? Do you seriously expect me
to wear them?" I wanted to shout at Agnes but I was worried one of the
kids would hear me so I whispered it.
Agnes said "Sure, why not? Haven't you already demonstrated a fondness
for your bras, panties and n?glig?s?"
(After about the second or third time Agnes and I had made love with me
dressed in her lingerie she had started replacing my pajamas with
matching bras, panties and n?glig?s until I no longer had any male
pajamas left.)
"How am I going to get this past the children?"
"You have always managed to conceal your lingerie from them haven't you
my little femme de chambre? Don't tell them but unless you want another
day stuck in bed on your own when we get there you WILL wear them. Come
on you are not going to tell me that the man of the house can't make a
decision because he is threatened by a small item of women's clothing? I
would suggest you wear panties with them as your boxer shorts will bunch
up and leave you with some awkward explaining to do"
Agnes and the girls prepared the bags which Nicky and I loaded onto our
mobile home roof whilst Agnes and the girls saw that the interior was
well stocked.
I always drove.
Olivia made a bet with Nicky.
"I bet you that Daddy won't drive once we get on the motorway and that we
will arrive in Montpellier with two French Maids in our family mobile
home. If you win it will be Jessica and me but if Daddy gets dressed as
a French Maid and gives the keys to Mum to drive you must dress as a
French Maid too. Whoever loses remains dressed that way for the rest of
the holiday."
"So you must be really desperate for you, your mother and your sister to
spend the holiday dressed as French maids Olivia? There's no way I am
going to let your mother drive and even if I did I am never dressing up
as a French Maid!" I said.
Moments later Nicky was sick all over me. I later learnt the girls had
spiked Nicky's drink to make him sick. We needed to get to Avignon
quickly so as not to lose our hotel booking I did not have time to unload
all of the bags to look for my clothes.
Agnes said "Don't worry there is a change of clothes for you in the
bedroom cupboard." I went through to the bedroom with Agnes just behind
me.
All I could find was a French Maid's outfit.
"You can't be serious," I said.
Agnes replied that all my other clothing was packed. She said she would
make me look convincing.
"A real man could carry it off," she said. "Are you man enough?"
I was starting to wonder if she was just goading me or if real men really
would do this?
What choice did I have? It was the French Maid's outfit or the vomit
covered clothes.
I sat there submissively in my panties as Agnes applied false breasts to
my chest and blended them with my chest so that they looked natural.
Agnes then handed me a bra and I had it on before she could turn round.
In a matter of minutes I was looking at a French Maid with false
eyelashes, eye shadow blusher and foundation. And wearing a shoulder
length blonde wig with a white cap on.
Agnes gave me some black court shoes and I wobbled back from the rear
bedroom section to the main part of the mobile home to cheering and
laughter from Agnes, Olivia and Jessica.
Olivia had a picture of me on facebook in seconds with the caption "The
battle of the sexes has just been lost between my parents."
"Where have your trousers gone Peta?" Agnes laughed.
"Who's wearing the trousers now Peta?" Jessica asked as I noticed I was
the only person not doing so.
"There's one thing I don't understand though," said Olivia "is that I
thought we had left a pair of fishnet stockings for you but you are
wearing fishnet tights... unless, oh, wait a minute, you don't mean the man
of the house was already wearing tights!"
"Yes she was," Agnes replied. "Here mop up your other daughter's vomit
whilst we film you. Are you still going to drive now you are all DRESSED
up?"
I could see that only my new shoes went with my outfit and there was no
way I could drive dressed like this.
I handed her the keys.
Nicky was inconsolable. He had always been a sensitive boy and he knew
that his vomit had landed both of us in French maids outfits but how
could his Dad already have been wearing tights?
He felt both betrayed and that he was the betrayer.
After the girls had filmed videos of me mopping up Nicky's vomit Agnes
told me to take Nicky through to the bedroom.
Nicky was sulking and crying and I stroked his right hand as his mother
put nail polish on his left.
"Listen Nicky, just because you have never dressed as a girl before,
doesn't mean you won't enjoy it like your father. I haven't told you
this before but your "manly Dad" has always been a bit of an act and he,
or rather "she" as I prefer to think of her, has been enjoying
crossdressing for years and I am sure you will enjoy it too."
Dressed like I was I felt in no position to contradict her. I had never
taken it this far before but obviously it was true that I had been
wearing lingerie for years.
"Is it true, sorry it doesn't feel right calling you Dad any more, is it
true you have been crossdressing for years Peta?"
"Yes, honey. I have been a crossdresser for years."
"Why Peta?"
"Just wait to get on your bra and panties, Nicky, you won't look back."
I had to try to reassure my new "daughter" and put on a brave face and
try to set her a manly or rather womanly example. It was difficult
because I didn't know where I was going myself. But what kind of father
would I be if I suggested that it was okay to make a bet but then not
honour it?
I held her left hand as her mother put her nail polish on her right and
then made up her face and by the time Agnes had applied her false
eyelashes the last man in the van had started to disappear in front of my
eyes.
"Now, don't cry Nicky," Agnes said holding a mascara brush. "Dry your
eyes or it will ruin your mascara."
Then when Agnes had finished applying her make-up she told me to help my
new daughter get dressed. I showed Nicky how to put on her bra once she
had put on her panties and Agnes had stuck her breasts on.
Agnes left us as I showed Nicky how to roll on her fishnet stockings and
attach them to her suspenders and then zipped her into her French maid's
outfit.
"Put on a brave face my little daughter."
"Yes mother."
"Come on let's go and meet with your birth mother and sisters."
Inevitably as we went through after the cheering and laughter a new
facebook posting appeared on my daughter's facebook page of her new
sister Nicky captioned "The final casualty of the battle of the sexes
becomes a member of the superior sex."
"Hi Nicky. How do you like being a woman?" Olivia asked.
"Er, it's quite exciting but I am worried that someone might realize I am
really a boy."
But the real surprise was that we weren't the only French maids in the
van as Agnes, Olivia and Jessica had also put on their French maid
costumes again to make Nicky and I feel more at home.
Nicky got us to Avignon in time not to forfeit out hotel booking which I
found she had rearranged and the following day we got to Montpellier.
On getting to Montpellier I discovered that the clothing that the girls
had packed for us were further French Maids outfits and lingerie! I
couldn't really protest about this as we were now committed to dressing
like this anyway.
In the afternoon Agnes told us she had arranged a shopping trip. I then
discovered that Olivia and Jessica were going to have their ears pierced.
"Come on Peta, you are one of the girls now, and you need to have your
ears pierced too" Olivia and Jessica said. "Don't be afraid." I was
persuaded that I should have my ears pierced too.
Then as I stood there with my gold hoop ear rings I felt that my daughter
Nicky looked a little too masculine without any ear rings and persuaded
her to have her ears pierced too.
Nicky and I had been pushed way across the boundary between male and
female and there was no going back. I was not sure that I wanted to have
a sex change yet but that evening we made love and Agnes wore my bra and
panties as I was on top.
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