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Maid:
"You expect me to wear that?" my wife Elizabeth asked.
"If the shoe fits wear it," I said passing her the maid's outfit I had
bought for her. I was tired. I had just finished a long day at work and
my wife had been complaining yet again that I did not do enough around
the house to help her. Elizabeth had said countless times "I don't think
I am your wife anymore I think you treat me like a maid."
I was worried about where our marriage was going but I worked. She
stayed at home. I felt that it was reasonable to expect her to wash and
iron my clothes and cook the meals. We could not afford to eat out.
Money was tight. In truth I think that Elizabeth wanted to go back to
work.
I did not think she was ready to go back to work as she found it hard
enough to do what little there was of the housework.
So to make my point I had brought her the silky maid's dress and a white
silky apron with lace frilly edges which she was now examining.
"Think of it as a uniform," I said.
"Fine," she said walking upstairs. I should have realised that
everything wasn't fine.
A few minutes later she came back downstairs wearing the outfit, a pair
of 4 inch black patent court shoes and fishnet stockings. I could tell
as she flashed the garter belt at me. Wow she looked sexy.
"Do you like my new dress master?" Elizabeth asked seductively.
"Yes a lot," I said kissing her.
We made love.
Then Elizabeth said, "Shit I'm late with dinner. Give me a hand with the
vegetables would you sweetie?"
I would normally sleep after we made love but I thought helping Elizabeth
with the meal might help improve things between us.
"Here put on this apron," Elizabeth said.
"But it's one of yours!" I said.
"Do you see any of your own around here?" Elizabeth replied tying her
apron around me. I had to admit she had a point. "Besides pink is your
colour and it helps keep your clothes clean and I could do with not
having to wash them too regularly as you know finances are tight."
She had a point about saving money but it felt funny having her tie the
bow behind me and I was beginning to feel a bit feminine. I wanted to
get out of the apron as soon as possible but Elizabeth said it would turn
her on if I kept the apron on as we sat down to dinner.
I felt a closeness to my wife that I had not felt in years as I sat there
wearing her apron.
During the course of dinner I remember that Elizabeth said that she would
really appreciate if I did the washing-up. I felt with the lack of money
coming in that I could no longer think of myself as the breadwinner and
we both knew that Elizabeth needed to be confident that if she went back
to work that things would get done around the house.
Elizabeth got out a pair of pink gloves and said I should wear them as
otherwise the washing up liquid could damage my skin. So I got to carry
on feeling like a woman wearing my wife's apron and pink gloves as I did
what I had always thought of to be women's work.
However I hadn't done the washing-up since I was a kid and I enjoyed it.
It felt therapeutic as I stood there and Elizabeth started playing music.
First was "What it feels like for a girl" by Madonna and then there was
"Whatcha Think About That" by the Pussycat Dolls.
I had to admit I started to wonder about the song choice. I had never
really listened to the lyrics of "Whatcha Think About That" before. As I
stood there wearing some of my wife's clothes it started to occur to me
that the song was actually about the singer's boyfriend crossdressing
which was what I was presently doing. It should have set off alarm
bells. I didn't realise that it was Elizabeth's way of telling me where
she was leading me
The following day I found that I had no clean underwear in my drawer.
"Elizabeth have you washed any of my underwear?"
"No, sorry borrow some of mine."
I looked in her drawer and concluded that her white silk floral Brazilian
knickers were the most masculine knickers she had. I tried to pretend
they were silk boxer shorts as I slipped them on and went down to
breakfast.
"Hey Sexy!" Elizabeth wolf-whistled like a builder on a building site.
It made me self-conscious and I didn't feel as masculine as I looked down
again at the unmistakably feminine underwear I was wearing.
I got ready for work. It was a strange day. I was constantly aware of
the panties I was wearing and in truth I enjoyed the silk around me. I
wanted to talk about how much I enjoyed wearing panties with my female
colleagues but I knew I could not.
"So how did you enjoy wearing your first pair of panties?" Elizabeth
asked as I got in.
"Look just because you didn't wash my clothes doesn't make me into some
kind of tranny," I replied.
"Sure but you didn't answer the question sweetie..."
"Yes I did actually enjoy wearing them."
Elizabeth smiled.
"So what do you want to try next?"
"What? Who said anything about trying on anything else? Are you trying
to turn me into a woman?"
"No a woman couldn't satisfy me in bed like you do."
I got changed and came down to help Elizabeth prepare the meal. This
time she had me prepare the meat and we sat down to dinner again in our
aprons and I did the washing up again. This time she was playing "Man I
feel like a woman" by Shania Twain.
"You know those panties you are wearing are part of a pair?" Elizabeth
said showing me a matching camisole.
"You want me to wear that?"
"Come on it's just between us in the bedroom"
I hesitated.
"Come on in for a penny in for a pound," Elizabeth said.
I put on the camisole. There I stood dressed like my wife and she stood
opposite me wearing a black camisole and panty set.
I felt a closeness with her, dressed as she was.
We made love.
Afterwards Elizabeth said she would like me to shave my legs as she said
my hair was giving her a rash. I did what she asked as I felt it would
make her happy, but when I went to get dressed for work I noticed that I
was again without clean underwear.
The only option I had today was a pair of black lace low rise Brazilian
silk knickers with red lace trim and a red bow.
As I held them in my hand Elizabeth came into the room in a black silk
kimono.
"Hold on a minute those come with a garter-belt." Elizabeth said as she
wrapped it around me and threaded the straps underneath my knickers.
"You're not going to leave it there are you?" I whispered in her ear.
"You are right," she said. "Here put these on" passing me a pair of red
fishnet tights.
I watched as she undid her kimono and I noticed she was wearing red lace
low rise Brazilian silk knickers a black lace trim and bow. She was
wearing a matching bra and garter-belt. I watched as she rolled a pair
of black fishnet tights up her legs and adjusted and attached her straps.
I rolled my tights up my legs as Elizabeth had done. I fumbled with my
straps and noticed how tight the straps felt around the top of my thighs
and arse and how my fishnets caressed my legs.
"Here add these," Elizabeth said tossing me a pair of black lace garters
with a pair of red bows on them.
"And why do I need to add garters?"
"Because your garter-belt may come undone and your tights may roll down.
The garters will keep them up."
I was conscious of what I was wearing all day under my trousers at work.
It was exciting but I was constantly anxious about being discovered.
They started calling me the "VPL Man" at work. I knew from what I had
seen this morning that Elizabeth intended to have me wearing a bra
tonight. I wondered most of the day what wearing a bra would feel like.
"Hey how did wearing your first garter-belt feel?" Elizabeth asked
caressing my inside thighs with the tips of her fingers and running them
up the back of my legs from the knee upwards before squeezing my arse as
we kissed each other.
"Exciting hey?" she said breaking off the kiss. "I know you have been
all day wondering what wearing a bra feels like but first go and shave
your chest."
I did as I was told.
When I came back into the bedroom wearing nothing but my garter-belt,
fishnets and panties Elizabeth was dressed as a French Maid. Elizabeth
passed me a shoe box.
In it were a pair of black patent court shoes in my size.
"There too big for me and you always say if the shoe fits wear it."
As I slipped on the shoes and stood up I wobbled and Elizabeth moved
behind me grabbing my chest with both arms around me and her cold clammy
hands on my chest. She blew on and kissed my back and I was melting in
her arms as she let go and I realised that she had just glued false
breasts on me. "Now you are ready for your bra!" she said triumphantly.
"You couldn't go wearing a bra without something to fill it."
I was dazed as Elizabeth patiently showed me how to hook up my bra and
then to move it round me and put the arms through the straps which she
then adjusted to that they contained my breasts properly.
"Hey I'm worn out, do you mind getting dinner tonight?" Elizabeth asked
as she sat down with a glass of wine in her hand in her maid uniform.
"Ok" I said and went to prepare the meal wearing an apron over the
underwear she had just decked me out in.
I popped my head round the door and said, "What's VPL? Why are they
calling me the VPL man at work?"
Elizabeth spluttered wine out over herself and put a hand over her mouth
as if supressing laughter.
"You have seriously not heard of VPL before?"
"It stands for Visible Panty Line."
At that point I realised that everyone at work knew that I was wearing
panties. "Oh my god! You have ruined me," I said. "How am I ever going
to be able to go back to work again?" We sat down for dinner and I then
washed up. Elizabeth played "Ladyboy" by RuPaul followed by "Sweet
Transvestite" from the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Elizabeth asked me to help her put the washing on and passed me a pile of
her tops and underwear as the phone rang. It was Elizabeth's mother.
Elizabeth called out the settings I needed to put as she spoke with her
mother on the phone.
The call finished just as I had brought in the washing from outside. I
had put a mack on over my lingerie and apron to hide what I was wearing
from the neighbours.
Next there was a call from Elizabeth's sister. Elizabeth had just set up
the iron and the ironing board and showed me how to iron one of my shirts
but then asked me to do the rest as she was on the phone and could end up
burning them. I stood there, a man in lingerie, doing the ironing. I
got to a pair of my boxer shorts when the washing machine started beeping
and I rushed out to turn it off. As I did so I heard the smoke alarm go
off as I came back to realize I had just burnt a hole in my boxer shorts.
"Oh dear! I'm sorry. They were the only pair I had washed." Elizabeth
as she ended her telephone call. "Look you'll catch your death of cold
standing there in just your lingerie. I have bought you a present"
Elizabeth was holding up a garment bag.
I opened it up.
It was a French Maid's outfit just like hers.
"I figured as you said you liked it you needed your own. And given that
you have just done a maid's job you need a maid's uniform."
I slipped it on. "Zip me," I said.
"Tomorrow's Halloween no-one will mind you turning up to work dressed
like that. You are then going to have to decide whether to continue
dressed as you true self or to get a new job where you can be you."
I looked at myself in the mirror.
"Come on it's time to complete your makeover." I followed her up to the
bedroom knowing today I would spend my first day completely dressed as a
woman.
A pair of black patent court shoes which were size four stood next to
another pair of black patent court shoes which were size seven.
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