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A weekend that changed my life (Part one)
I somehow got through Friday and got home from the office but I was
exhausted. I hated my job and after a tiring day Tracey, the love of my
life, my beautiful wife, was on the warpath. Apart from being the dutiful
wife she spent her time doing property investment work and coaching the
local cheerleading squad as she had always enjoyed watching rugby.
"What time do you call this? Why do you never telephone to say you are
going to be late, Stephen? I thought you hated your job, so why do you
stay so late? I have had to cancel cheerleading practice tonight!"
Ah, maybe I should introduce myself? You have only just met me and you
already have to get over the shock that your eyes tell me you are
experiencing of discovering that the brunette waitress you had been
watching all evening is in fact a man! Well, I preferred to be called
Steve but whenever she got angry Tracey used the more formal version of my
name. I am 33 years old and we have now been married for 10 years. We
have no children and whilst I used to like to think of myself as the
breadwinner Tracey's income is now much more than mine. You see she owns
this bar.
I was a heterosexual male and whilst I had occasionally found myself in a
bra and/or panties in the bedroom, this was something I had only done
because Tracey had told me it turned her on. I did not know it at the
time my story takes place but all this was about to change!
I digress.... Where was I? I was telling you about the mood Tracey was in
when I got home... It was a fight or flight moment but I was too tired to
fight and I had just got home where could I fly too? Certainly not back
to the office... So I stood there rooted to the spot looking helpless. It
was at that moment Tracey had an idea but it was going to take a bit
longer for her to tell me about it as she kept up the pretence of being
angry. She had decided she wanted me in more than just a bra and panties
and had just worked out how to do this.
I went upstairs to get changed and have a shower. After quickly using the
toilet I found out that I had no boxer shorts to change into so I was
going to have to wear a pair of Tracey's panties when I got out of the
shower. We were about the same height and weight. I could have sworn I
had some boxer shorts left that morning!
The only pairs of panties I could find in her drawer were all pairs of
pink silk panties with a lace trim. Whilst I was in the shower Tracey
entered the bathroom and saw, as she hoped to, a pair of her panties on
the floor. I didn't hear her or see her because the water was running as
I was enjoying a long soothing soak.
"Good!" she thought to herself. "He's a sitting duck!" She went back to
the bedroom and selected a matching bra and grabbed her anti-perspirant
and came back into the bathroom and switched her anti-perspirant with my
deodorant. Then she waited. I jumped as I saw her.
"I might have known!" she said angrily. "How long have you been wearing
my panties? Look, as you are determined to look like a woman, you had
better put this cream on!"
She started furiously rubbing a smelly green cream all over my arms, legs
back and chest. I was, once more, the startled rabbit caught in the
headlights and although I made an initial attempt to stop her, she had by
then done most my back and chest by that time. At that point I remember
thinking, "Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. How will this foul
smelling cream make me look more feminine anyway?" and I let her rub the
rest of this stuff over the remainder of my chest and back and arms and
legs. I even told her she had missed a bit.
Then I stood there covered in this smelly green cream. She had used
several tubes of it on me!
"So how feminine do I look?" I asked in a conciliatory and submissive
tone.
Then the penny dropped. This was hair removal cream! She had well and
truly got me! I reached for the shower to try to wash this stuff off me
as quickly as I could but Tracey had turned off the switch for the shower
as I turned to reach it. So when I pressed the button I noticed that no
water came out.
"Oh great now I am going to be all evening in this cream!" I said in a
panicked voice.
Then I noticed Tracey checking her watch for a few seconds. "That should
do it! OK try to keep some of your manly hair!" she said angrily as she
turned on the switch and water blasted my legs as she slammed the door
behind her.
You will probably guess what happened next as I showered off the cream as
quickly as I could and dried myself before putting on the pink silk
panties and discovering the bra. Yes, I felt naked because the only hair
I had left was round my manhood and on my head so although I pretended it
was because I thought she wanted me to wear it I actually put her bra on
because I felt naked in just the panties.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I had always thought of "having hair"
as feminine as I had associated it with long hair (although I had a rocker
hairstyle myself) but as I stood there in her underwear with no body hair
I looked quite feminine. I had wrapped the towel round my hair as I
didn't want to lose my rock hairstyle to the cream too!
I looked round for my deodorant. Oh great all I could see was Tracey's
anti-perspirant! I must be out of deodorant too I thought.
I started to spray myself with it as Tracey had barged in again. "You
must have put on more of that cream to make yourself look so girly! And
why the hell are you wearing one of my bras? Are you gay or something?
And you are using my anti-perspirant?"
I was going to say that I thought she wanted me to wear it but that simply
was not true and now was not the time for lies. It would only lead to
more arguments and I was too tired.
"I don't know how it got there! I thought I only took a pair of your
panties but when I got out of the bath I felt so naked with no chest hair
that I just put it on."
"Stephen there are bras all over this house. Do you seriously think it is
an invitation to you, because I leave my bras lying around, to just put
them on?"
I had no answer to that and Tracey seemed to calm down for a moment.
"Look, Steve, you are going to have to go out and buy your own lingerie as
I will otherwise tell everyone you are wearing mine. If you buy your own
I might just keep quiet about it. Let me tidy up those messy eyebrows of
yours. Sit down and let me give that tired face of yours a massage."
"I am not going shopping for my own lingerie."
"Are you sure you want our friends knowing that you wear mine Steve? Here,
let me dry you hair," she said sitting me down and sitting on my lap,
unwrapping my towel.
I didn't answer her question as I was pleased she had otherwise calmed
down and i shut my eyes as she dried my hair. She brushed it and it felt
like the brush got stuck as Tracey plucked and shaved my eyebrows, gently
massaged my eyelids and cheeks and then rubbed her finger around my lips.
"Thank you for the massage but I am still feeling naked in your underwear
and would like to put some clothes on."
"Ok, just this once you can wear my clothes."
I opened my eyes and saw a pair of opaque tights and a pink cheerleading
costume on the bed.
"What? I was talking about my own clothes," I said.
"Oh just for me, just this once," Tracey pleaded. "You will look good in
it."
So Tracey showed me how to roll on her tights and I put on the skirt but
was surprised how hard doing up the zip was. For the first time in my
life I was asking my wife to zip me into one of her miniskirts! I was
also surprised at how hard it was to get the top on over my bra!
"Come and look at how much hot you look," Tracey said leading me to the
bathroom. "I think I should call you Sharon now."
I looked at this sexy cheerleader in the mirror!
"Shit! I look like a woman! How am going to go back to work like this?"
I asked looking at how Tracey had shaved my eyebrows and arched them,
stuck on false lashes, put on light brown eyeshadow, mascara and deep red
lipstick. I was even wearing an Alice band in my hair!
No-one would believe this cheerleader I was looking at was a man.
"I fixed that already, Sharon," Tracey said showing me that she had e-
mailed my boss that I was handing in my notice with immediate effect.
"You are going to work for me now."
I was daydreaming and starting to think of myself as a woman, wearing a
nightdress at night, putting on lingerie in the morning and spending my
days fully dressed as a woman. What would that be like? Then I sort of
woke up and realised again that I was wearing all this makeup and dressed
as a cheerleader.
I got a hard on.
I was discovering what it was like to be dressed as a woman.
There was something missing from my outfit as I looked at it. "Hey
shouldn't I be wearing nail polish too?" I asked.
"Of course you should Sharon, I am glad you are getting into the spirit of
this," Tracey replied.
I messed up my nail polish the first time Tracey applied it as I wanted
to touch it before it had dried but after cleaning it all off again Tracey
helped me to apply it myself for the first time.
Next Tracey gave me a pair of pom-poms and said it was time I started to
learn to be a cheerleader. As I said before Tracey was the local
cheerleading coach so I was in good hands as she stood behind me and
guided my moves like a puppet master with a puppet.
Tracey had me pose in various positions as she said it would help me see
where I could improve my moves. I was a little confused about this - why
would I want to improve my cheerleading moves? On the other hand Tracey
seemed so happy and I was happy too - I might dress as a cheerleader
again, as long as it was not in public!
"Something doesn't look right," Tracey said looking at the pictures on the
camera.
She came back and told me not to move as she took off the Alice band and
attached something to my hair. Hair extensions! I looked in the mirror.
I had a ponytail like Ariana Grande!
"You are going to have to get in a lot more practice if you are going to
dance as sexy as you look!" Tracey said. "Come on, let's have dinner."
This was my first dinner dressed as a cheerleader. After dinner Tracey
told me to put on her apron and do the washing up, which I dutifully did
before we sat down to watch "To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie
Newmar." I am not sure I would have watched this film before but somehow,
dressed as I was, it felt like the perfect film.
I was allowed to take off most of Tracey's clothes except the panties as
Tracey handed me a matching camisole and we went to bed.
The weekend had only just begun!
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