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A Rocky Road
"Hey these knickers aren't mine!" I said going through the underwear my
wife Annette had just washed for me and handing back the yellow panties
with the grey lace trim that I had just found.
"That's alright but you may need to wear them when you run out of clean
underwear, Dave," she replied handing them back.
"I made sure that they are your dress size," she added showing me the
label. "See you are a 14 with a 38c cut."
I could see a number 14 was clearly visible on the label she showed me
but could not see anything about a 38c cut or did she say cup? I had
no idea what a 38c cut or cup meant.
"I am not wearing your panties and I am certainly not wearing any of
your dresses," I shouted back like a petulant child. I was conscious
immediately how like a whining child I sounded rather than like the man
of the house.
"Glad that's agreed," Annette replied. "I bought these panties
specially for you and the last thing I would want is you wearing mine."
What had I opened the door to? I had meant to say I am not wearing
panties or a dress but that was not what I had said was it? I had not
ruled out wearing the panties Annette had bought for me, had I? Was
that because I was curious about what wearing panties felt like? Why
had I not ruled out wearing panties at all as opposed to just Annette's
panties?
Anyway, I thought to myself, at least Annette did not pick up on that!
Obviously I was not going to ask her if she had noticed I had only
ruled out wearing her clothes but had not ruled out otherwise being
dressed like a woman. How would I have said that anyway without
inviting her to turn me into some kind of "pillow biter" as I called
them? I didn't want to try the panties on, did I?
I later learnt that Annette had noticed both that I had not ruled out
being crossdressed and more importantly that I did not give her
straight back the panties a second time. You see I was so distracted
by this fear that had gripped me that I put them straight in my
underwear drawer without thinking about it.
So I thought nothing further of the incident for the next few days
until we reached my birthday. Coincidentally it was at just this point
that I had put my last remaining pair of boxer shorts in the laundry
basket. Actually it wasn't a coincidence. Annette meant my birthday
to be the birth of the new me but I didn't know that at the time so she
had only washed enough of my underwear to last me through to the day
before my birthday.
You see Annette suspected that I was really far more of a bisexual
transvestite than I was prepared to admit and she believed that was why
I went on about "pillow biters", "sissies" and "shirt lifters" so
often.
And she was right. I just didn't know it yet. I called out to Annette
that I was out of boxer shorts.
"Well I suggest you put on your panties," she called back.
"Look I am not some sissy pillow biter," I shouted back, "and I thought
we had agreed I wasn't wearing your panties."
"I thought so too," Annette shouted back. "You'd ruin them as I am
size 8 that's why your panties are size 14."
She came into our bedroom and wolf-whistled as she saw I was naked.
"What are you trying to do to me?" I said.
"Look, Dave, plenty of real men wear panties and all sorts of other
ladies clothing. Are you so insecure in your manhood that you would be
threatened by a little pair of ladies panties?"
She knew how to push my buttons. I put on my first pair of panties.
It was really arousing. I had never worn anything so sexy.
And she now had a picture of her man in his panties. She promised not
to show anyone for now but I had better behave like a lady or she may
not be accountable for her actions.
"Dave, how about we have a little bet. You want to be an actor don't
you? Try to find an 'A list' actor on your computer who has not worn
drag. If you can find one you get to chose where we go tonight and I
will dress as a French Maid or a Cheerleader, you choice which. If you
can't I pick out your clothes and where we go."
I was confident that plenty of actors had not worn drag and I would
love to see her in that French Maid's outfit I had bought for her. So
I replied, "Ok you dress as a French Maid."
Annette went off and left me to google actors. I could not believe my
eyes - Dustin Hoffman, Gene Hackman, Patrick Swayze, Wesley Snipes,
Terence Stamp, Tom Hanks, Guy Pearce, Hugo Weaving...Ving Rhames!
Then I looked up and saw Annette dressed as a French Maid. She had
high-heeled shiny leather shoes, fishnet stockings and this silky black
dress with a white apron and headpiece and this gorgeous red lipstick
that just made you want to kiss her.
"So have you won the bet yet Dave?"
At this point I realized my mouth was open as she grabbed me and thrust
her tongue into my open mouth.
"Are you prepared to admit you have lost yet?"
I admitted I had lost.
She laughed. "Well here's a bag of clothes for you. No peeking until
we get to the cinema."
"But why are you dressed as a French Maid even though you won?"
"It's my costume for the show, silly."
It turned out she wanted me to go to the Rocky Horror Picture show with
her. I had never seen the film before so had no idea what it involved.
But I wondered why she wanted to see a horror film? She never usually
would.
When we got to the cinema I noticed how there were lots of strange
looking women wandering around in little more than corsets, panties and
fishnet stockings. This looked like a promising evening.
I always enjoyed pictures of a woman in her underwear more than actual
nudity. So I was already excited by what I saw of this film as I
figured there would be plenty of women in their underwear in the film.
As I looked round what was even stranger was that some of the odd
looking women were going to the gentlemen's changing room! I went in
to get changed. I opened my bag. There was a sparkly basque, a pair
of black silk panties, some fishnet stockings, some white high heeled
shoes, a make-up kit and a French Maid's outfit. So she had bought me
a matching outfit!
I had lost the bet and I was a man of my word so I realized I was going
to have to wear this stuff but I had no idea how to put on any of this
stuff.
I had stripped down to my panties and was looking hopelessly at it when
her friend Charlie who was already dressed as a French Maid introduced
himself to me.
"Hi. You must be Dave. I'm Charlie. Annette told me to look out for
a confused man in yellow panties with a gray lace trim."
That was the strangest introduction of my life but he had identified me
and he also knew Annette so I figured I could trust him.
"You see Annette couldn't come into the men's room and she asked me to
help you get DRESSed." I noticed how Charlie emphasized the word
"dress" as he said "dressed" to remind me I was about to wear one for
the first time in my life.
Charlied continued, "I am to be your drag girlfriend for tonight. Most
of the guys here are gay like me. Are you gay?"
I showed him my ring and explained I was Annette's husband.
"Wife you mean! We'll have to call you Nanette! It's the perfect
femme name for you! It kind of sounds like a more effeminate version
of Annette. So you are straight? Oh boy! Is this your first time?
You are a Rocky Virgin!"
"Look let's get your nails painted. Then we will do the rest of your
make-up."
So I sat there as Charlie put white foundation and blue eyeshadow on my
face and then extra long false eyelashes and lipstick before lacing me
into my corset and showing me how to put on my stockings and shoes.
He then span the chair around that I was sitting in and showed me
myself in the mirror and I was really turned on by how I looked.
Then Charlie stood me up before grabbing me in his arms and giving me a
massive long French kiss as he held my head with one hand and groped my
arse with the other. I broke away at the end because I was out of
breath.
I had just kissed been kissed by another man who was dressed as a
French Maid whilst I stood here wearing women's underwear and high-
heeled shoes and make-up. I would never have thought this or admitted
this to anyone before tonight but I really enjoyed the experience. I
was struggling to understand why I enjoyed it. I mean he was a "shirt
lifter" and I was straight.
Did this mean I had some sort of fishnet fetish or fetish for women's
underwear? Dressed as we were, were we really men anymore? Was I
enjoying being kissed by a French Maid? Or was I enjoying being a
woman being kissed by another woman or being kissed by a man?
The truth was I probably enjoyed being kissed by Charlie more than
being kissed by Annette. Did that mean I was gay or bisexual?
A firm slap on my left buttock by Charlie woke me up.
"Nanette you had better slip into your French Maid's uniform so I can
zip you up. Now bend over."
At that point I felt Charlie pull my panties down and stick something
hard up my arse.
"Hey what are you doing?" I asked.
"It's a butt plug, Nanette. It will help you to walk properly in your
heels. Do you like how that feels? Do a little walk."
I had never felt pleasure quite like that before and I made the mistake
of admitting it as I sashayed in front of Annette's gay friend.
"Ohhhh... Is that what anal sex feels like?"
"You want to try it?" Charlie offered.
I was unsure so I did not reply but offered him my hand.
By the time we had finished getting changed Annette had disappeared.
I felt right at home as I watched the film dressed as I was with
Charlie and after the film he invited me to join him at a Tranny Shack
evening at the local night club.
I don't remember much after that except that I had a lot to drink and
that I woke the next morning in a strange house. I looked round and I
noticed I was in bed with some woman other than Annette.
I sat up.
My head ached.
It started to come back to me what had happened last night then I
realized that the corset, the panties, the fishnets, the French Maid's
outfit on the floor were all mine!
And this must be Charlie.
He turned round at that point.
"Did we?" I asked.
"You were quite the animal!" he replied.
I looked at Charlie. He was rather tougher looking than me despite the
bra and panties he was wearing.
"Now we are sober do you fancy another turn in the sack?"
I had had anal sex for the first time the previous evening and had no
memory of it. Charlie obviously did and would tell others about what I
was like. I figured my reputation as a straight man was already gone
and I would like to at least be able to tell people what it was like so
I replied:
"Sure, take me big boy."
And I then had the first anal sex I remembered of my life. It was
amazing and I did not want it to end.
After we had finished and showered Charlie explained to me that I was
welcome to stay with him but I would always have to dress as Nanette
when I stayed with him.
Annette wanted me to come home.
I went home.
"Charlie told me about last night, you little shirt lifting pillow
biting sissy slut!"
She was throwing back all the abusive words I had used for people who I
thought were different from me and somehow beneath me at me. I had
come to realize I was the person I feared. I was a bisexual
transvestite.
Annette told me if I was to go on living with her I must give her my
favourite pair of trousers to symbolize that she was now the one who
wore the trousers in our relationship and I was giving myself to her as
her bride with something extra.
I did just that and I still see Annette from time to time and make love
to her but I see more of Charlie.
So, as you slip into that French Maid's outfit Nanette, you will
understand that I was once a Nanette too but I am going to be your
Charlie tonight. We call all the previously straight men Nanette until
they recognize who they really are. Now bend over as I zip you and
insert your butt plug. You are the cutest Nanette I have seen in a
long time and I think you are going to enjoy this. There's no such
thing as a 38c cut by the way. It's a 38c cup and that just happens to
be your bra size too!
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