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It started when I received a call at work from my wife. She had not
been herself since her sister's divorce.
"I have been to see the doctor," she told me. This was good I had felt
she needed counseling. "I have been prescribed citalopram."
This came as a blow.
This meant the doctor felt her anxiety was too severe to be helped by
just counseling.
"He wants to see you too to talk about us. I bet you that you are
suffering from severe depression."
I could recognise a need to find out how to help Lourdes but I did not
think I was depressed.
"OK what are the consequences of your bet?" I asked.
"Dr Patel said we need to make some changes in our life. If you win I
will dress up as a French Maid and do your washing up for two months. I
could see it might be therapeutic for me to do the washing up and I know
you get turned on when I dress like that. Obviously if you win it would
mean you don't need to do anything therapeutic."
That sounded sensible.
"What if I lose?" I asked. I doubted that that would happen but wanted
to know the consequences. "If I win you will dress as a French Maid and
do the ironing for two months. That would mean you needed to do
something else therapeutic and I think you would find wearing a dress
and doing the ironing therapeutic. It would turn me on and you might
find you enjoy it too."
I was not very keen on being turned into a tranvestite as I felt all
transvestites were gay or doing the ironing which I felt was a woman's
job but I liked the idea of Lourdes dressing as a French Maid and
getting out of doing the washing up.
I went to see Dr Patel.
The results were that I had severe depression and was prescribed
citalopram too. Dr Patel told me that my score was 18 which I knew
meant I had more severe depression than Lourdes and I was prescribed
double the dosage Lourdes had been prescribed. Dr Patel thought I was
more frail and delicate than Lourdes.
When I got home I told Lourdes that I had been diagnosed as suffering
from severe depression. I did not want her to tell anyone.
Lourdes had a big grin on her face for one moment and a compassionate
look on her face the next. She was clearly pleased she had been
vindicated as she said "I knew it! Simon it's time to meet your inner
Simone. I think you will be surprised at how much you enjoy becoming
Simone and how much it helps you."
I could not see how being forced to dress as a woman would be something
I would enjoy or that would help me but a bet was a bet.
Firstly Lourdes said I should take a relaxing shower. She had me rub
nair all over my ams, legs, chest and stomach. Then she rubbed it on my
back. Then she had me stand there for five minutes before I could take
my shower. I realized as I dried myself off that the name of the
product meant no hair!
It was strange how being denuded of my body hair made me feel more
vulnerable than simply being naked. I still felt naked as I reached for
my boxer shorts still drying my hair with my right hand. Lourdes said
"Let me help you" and I felt the silkiest pair of boxer shorts I had
ever worn being slid up my legs.
Then I looked at my boxer shorts. I realized they were panties.
"Hey I didn't sign up to this!" I said.
"Simone you need to look the part. You won't get the full benefit of
wearing women's clothes if you insist on wearing men's clothes
underneath."
I could see the sense in that but I didn't want to admit it. I looked
down at myself. I was obviously enjoying this.
I had never worn such beautiful white silk and lace panties before. My
hard on spoilt the look of this pretty feminine garment I was wearing
and I told Lourdes that I felt my anatomy spoilt the effect of these
pretty panties she had bought me.
"Nice try Simone!" Lourdes replied. "But you are right to point this
out. We shall have to do something about this. I can't believe I
didn't think of this. For now we will have to use duct tape but I will
get you a proper cache-sex in the morning."
I didn't see how duct tape would help but waited there in the bedroom
whilst Lourdes ran to get it.
Lourdes then told me "Take your panties down while I fix the situation."
Lourdes then cut off a small strip of the duct tape. I was caught by
surprise as she, in one smooth movement, took my manhood and pulled it
down between my legs and applied the duct tape.
"No pain no gain!" She laughed. "Problem solved in your panties Simone.
You'll have to pee sitting down for a while."
I pulled my panties back up and looked down at myself and thought how it
was funny how a small bit of tape made a man look like a woman. I knew
as Lourdes had just pointed out that if I wanted to regain my manhood I
would have to remove the duct tape and it would hurt.
While I did this Lourdes was applying adhesive to some breast forms
behind me. Obviously I couldn't see her doing this nor did she tell me
what she was doing.
"Here hold these against your chest Simone. I need to get an idea of
the right bra size for you." Lourdes started filming me on her phone.
"I didn't agree to wear a bra," I protested.
"Simone are you going to object to every item of clothing I ask you to
wear? Honestly! How do you think a dress will sit on you if you don't
have breasts? Do you think they make French Maids' dresses for men?"
I had to admit she was right but I still didn't intend to wear a bra.
Lourdes looked at me for a moment.
"Alright you can let go now."
As I took my hands away I noticed the false breasts were still attached
to my chest!
Lourdes stopped filming me.
It was at that point that I started to panic. I realized that Lourdes
had tricked me into gluing false breasts on to my chest myself and
filmed me doing it.
From the neck down I now looked like a woman. I was wearing panties and
I had breasts. Naked breasts. I was semi-naked I suddenly thought
instinctively covering my left breast with my right hand and my right
breast with my left hand. How had gluing breasts to my chest given me
feminine instincts so quickly? I couldn't explain it save that I had
instinctively covered myself and these weren't instincts I was born with
- I was learning feminine instincts!
Lourdes passed me a silky white bra with a flowery lace pattern round
the top of the cups. I found it difficult hooking up my first bra
behind my back and this clearly amused Lourdes.
"I have never seen a man who wasn't going to wear a bra in such a hurry
to put one on! Listen Simone putting on a bra need not be so difficult.
You put the cups behind you and attach it under your breasts before
rotating it until the cups cover your breasts then you put your arms
through the straps."
"Time for your corset," Lourdes said producing a stunning white silky
corset that matched my bra and panties. There was a garterbelt around
the waist.
"I'm not wearing that!" I said. "It will change my figure and
appearance. Men don't wear corsets. I would look like a woman dressed
in that." I said.
"That's rather the point because firstly you don't want to look like
anything like a man dressed as a French Maid doing the ironing and
secondly you will benefit more from the full experience."
Once Lourdes had pulled the corset so tight my breasts had expanded
making my bra quite uncomfortable and taught me to roll on my white
stockings and attach them to my corset, I could no longer think of
myself as male at all. I was, after all looking down at a woman's body
in a bra, corset stocking and panties.
I felt like a woman now.
I no longer objected to Lourdes's feminization of my body.
So when Lourdes said she wanted me to wear nail polish I didn't object
and I insisted on doing my own lipstick and quickly picked up how to put
on false eyelashes and mascara. I even pointed out that my eyebrows
needed plucking.
"Lourdes please could you get me my dress so I can get the ironing
done."
I had found the heels Lourdes had bought for me and put them on. I was
already wearing the heels Lourdes had bought for me but was surprised
when I looked up to see Lourdes holding my dress in her right hand but
already dressed as a French Maid too.
"Wow. My manly husband asking me to put him in his first dress!"
Lourdes said. "Who would have believed this?"
I put on my dress and, as I had heard Lourdes tell me before, said, "Zip
me please."
I went downstairs to do the ironing and Lourdes went into the kitchen to
do the washing up. When we had both finished our chores we looked at
each other in our French Maids' outfits and Lourdes said "Have you
noticed how we have stopped arguing now you have become Simone? You are
enjoying wearing your new clothes aren't you?"
We kissed and I said I said I had noticed this and I was enjoying
wearing my new clothes. How had I not discovered how relaxing it was to
dress as a French Maid before?
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