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Lingerie Shopping:
One day around a year ago I went lingerie shopping with my wife Paula.
I did contract work but we were comfortably off as Paula earned enough
from her job to support both of us if I was unable to find work. Paula
tended to do more of the housework which I felt was after all a woman's
job and I would go running whilst she was doing this, but I would do some
of the cooking so she could go to yoga.
I was aware that in our local High Street that men did not tend to go to
the lingerie shop, certainly not alone, so I brought Paula with me. Not
only because I did not want people to think I was some sort of gay
transvestite or sissy but also because I wanted to make sure Paula
approved of my choice. In other words I wanted her to choose her own
lingerie.
I wanted to buy something sexy like a negligee for Christmas for her.
The sales assistant was a pretty young lady with short brown hair and a
modest amount of make-up. She was wearing a black dress which stopped
halfway up her thighs, seamed nearly black tights and black patent pumps
with a three inch heel. Her name was Charlotte.
Charlotte showed us various slips and camisoles before Paula picked out a
silky pink negligee with a black lace trim.
Each time Paula looked at a negligee or camisole, she held it out against
me, which I found slightly embarrassing, particularly as it was at that
point that I noticed I was the only man I the shop, but I figured that as
my wife is rather petite it would have been fairly obvious that she was
picking out lingerie for herself. Charlotte had correctly worked out
(and Paula had confirmed) that Paula was a size 8.
I was impressed.
Paula asked if she just had an eye for petite figures?
Charlotte said that she had been trained to correctly estimate most of
her customers sizes.
Paula asked her if she would accept a challenge. What size would I be?
"Oh that's easy, size 14."
"For my husband Charlie's benefit how do you work that out, Charlotte?"
"38 inch bust, 30 inch waist, 41 inch hips."
Paula then had Charlotte's colleague, Sofia, a blonde with a ponytail who
was dressed in a similar outfit to Charlotte, measure me with a tape
measure to prove Charlotte was right. She had me measured up alright!
I was pleased when Paula then passed me the negligee she had chosen as I
was worried that people outside might see me being measured and I went
to pay for it. Josephine, the cashier, another very beautiful red
headed woman, ignored me, leaving me standing there holding the
negligee, whilst she asked Paula if she wanted a loyalty card.
I felt like telling her she was rude as I was the customer but then I
thought, "Hold on a minute! I'm here buying lingerie for my wife! She's
right to ask Paula!"
Paula liked the idea so she filled out the form whilst I stood there with
the negligee in my hand. Then the till froze and it seemed like an
eternity before I finished paying. Thankfully Josephine had at least
taken the negligee from me!
A few days later the loyalty card arrived, but strangely it had "Miss
Paula Walsh" rather than "Mrs Paula Walsh" written on it. So, despite my
wife clearly writing "Mrs" and also filling in both our details on the
form, the company had erased me from our marriage and made my wife an
attractive single woman.
Paula found that flattering.
I was not happy so I phoned up to complain and the company said it was a
policy of the company to refer to all their customers individually as
"Miss" and then by the surname. Had they got the surname wrong? I
confirmed they had not so they asked me why I was complaining? I didn't
know what to say so they thanked me for the call and asked me to complete
a quick survey and I replied that I was happy with the courteous way that
they had dealt with my call.
Hanging up I thought to myself, "Ok, let's not get carried away, it is
for Paula's lingerie, so I guess I don't mind being erased by the
company." With hindsight, a few weeks later, I probably should have been
firmer on this point.
Next Paula received an invitation to be part of the company's marketing
campaign. The letter she received said:
"This offer is to you and all our young unmarried customers to
participate in our new advertising campaign modelling the lingerie you
have bought and some additional garments and in return you will be
eligible for a free matching garment and, as a new customer, to a ?100
voucher. All you have to do is post a picture of yourself in one of the
garments you bought from our shop and we will decide whether to invite
you in for a photo session."
I was not happy with the idea of other people looking at pictures of my
wife in a negligee but she replied, "It isn't like I am posing for
penthouse or some sort of pornographic magazine, this is a marketing
campaign for a women's lingerie shop! How many men do you think will see
it?"
I couldn't answer that, so Paula had me take a picture of her, looking
incredibly sexy and pouting in her negligee and having made me feel
unreasonable for suggesting that I was uncomfortable with the idea.
Paula was delighted to then be chosen a week later as a negligee model in
their new advertising campaign.
I was not allowed to come in to the photo shoot which took place on a
Wednesday evening, but drove Paula there. When she came out she did not
have any matching garment but she did have a voucher which she said she
wanted to spend next weekend.
A few days later another loyalty card arrived in a package addressed to
me with a pink negligee with a black lace trim which was a size 14. This
time the card said, "Miss Charlotte Walsh." As with Paula's card it came
with a letter which said:
"This offer is to you and all our young unmarried customers to
participate in our new advertising campaign modelling the lingerie you
have bought and some additional garments and in return you will be
eligible for a free matching garment and, as a new customer, to a ?100
voucher. All you have to do is post a picture of yourself in one of the
garments you bought from our shop and we will decide whether to invite
you in for a photo session."
Paula looked thrilled as she watched my shock at opening the package to
find the loyalty card and a negligee matching hers inside as I realised
that the card and the negligee were both intended for me!
"This has gone far enough!" I said. "First they call you 'Miss' not
'Mrs' as if we weren't married and now they are addressing me as a woman.
I'm going to complain!"
"You have got to be kidding!"
"No, look it says 'Miss Charlotte Walsh'..." I said showing Paula the card.
"That's not what I meant," Paula replied cutting me off.
There was a silence between us as we stared at each other.
Was she really saying she wanted me to pose as a lingerie model?
Then she spelt it out:
"You are telling me that you are passing up the opportunity to earn some
free clothing and a shopping voucher because of your male pride? Yet you
were happy enough to send pictures of me in my negligee to the shop, Mr
High and Mighty? You even drove me to the photo shoot you were so keen
for me to become a lingerie model!"
I knew then what my answer had to be, but I didn't want to say it. I
didn't intend to become a negligee model.
"Come upstairs!" Paula said forcibly.
I meekly followed like a lamb to the slaughter.
I did not know it then but what was about to happen was going to change
my life forever.
Paula told me to strip down to my underwear and then sit at her vanity
table. She then combed my hair back vigorously with her brush before
putting on some pink tipped hair slides and a pink scrunchie
"Now go and have a shave!" Paula said.
I went to the bathroom and shaved.
Then I returned to the bedroom.
"Were you born stupid? Go back to the bathroom and do as I told you
otherwise you are simply going to look like a man in drag!"
I looked confused.
"Think about what you could shave to look more feminine and try not to
come back again until you have covered ALL the bases. Here try this!"
Paula said chucking me a few tubes of Veet. "It will make it easier for
you."
I carefully read the instruction and rubbed the cream onto my right leg.
I then had to wait a few minutes before showering it off so I shaved my
underarms. I was amazed at how I lost all the hair on my right leg
without using a razor. I wondered if I could use it to shave my face...
Having removed most of my body hair I went back to the bedroom.
"Ok just this once we'll pretend your eyebrows don't need to be shaved
off but you had better let me tidy them up," Paula said before before
plucking at them with tweezers. By the time she had finished my eyebrow
looked no thicker than Paula's.
Why did I go along with this without raising any real objection? Two
reasons: - firstly I didn't want to upset Paula and secondly, and perhaps
more significantly, was that I somehow felt cleaner without all that
unnecessary body hair.
So I stood there with a towel wrapped round my waste.
Paula was wearing the negligee. I thought for a moment I was not going
to have to go ahead with this ridiculous charade and that she was wearing
the negligee I had been sent but then I looked at the bed and realised
how ridiculous that thought was. How could she be wearing my negligee?
It was too big for her for a start!
Right then Paula approached me with a pair of false breasts and a bra
which matched her negligee. Paula insisted on gluing the false breasts
on to my chest before putting my bra on me and adjusting the straps on
it.
Suddenly, now I had breasts, my towel felt like a miniskirt and I was
keen to take it off if only to look upon my manhood again.
But this was only to be for a fleeting moment as, next Paula had a rubber
device she wanted me to step into. It was almost my skin colour and it
looked like, I was stepping into it, a vagina. Paula had connected the
vagina part to a tube which held my penis tucked between my legs to allow
me to pee and which had a hole around my arsehole to allow me to do my
other toilet business. This was surreal. In the space of a few minutes
I had been turned into a woman.
I didn't need to be told to put on the pink panties with the black lace
trim, it seemed only natural not to sit there in the nude and my vagina
felt like part of my body now. I looked at the woman in the mirror. A
bit plain perhaps but most men would want to sleep with her even without
make-up and the false vagina also gave her womanly hips and a butt.
I could not believe my eyes.
I am the woman I am looking at.
In no time I was back at the vanity unit being given my first lesson in
applying false lashes and mascara. Then foundation to match my skin
colour (Mediterranean) and hide the blemishes,followed by eyeliner and a
light brown eyeshadow.
The woman in front of me was looking prettier now she had the false
lashes and mascara on as Paula guided me in using a baroque shade Nars
lip pencil and I began to do my own make-up for the first time. It was
then a simple matter of filling in my bottom lip with a matching shade of
lipstick which I was taught to apply in such a way as meant I did not
need to apply it again to my top lip which was now also generously
covered.
She gave me a fairy wand with a star on top and I looked up at it as
Paula told me to pretend I was blowing out a candle and took a picture.
I was struggling to think of the woman in the mirror as a man any more as
Paula standing there in identical lingerie snapped a picture of the
confused looking woman staring at herself in the mirror which also showed
a reflection of Paula in the same lingerie taking the picture.
I realised right then that Paula had taken the pictures the company
wanted of its newest lingerie model but unless I fought to take the
camera out of Paula's hands before she had finished pressing the send
button on it with the pictures labelled "Miss Charlotte Walsh" I was
about to be invited to my first lingerie shoot.
It was too late, I could not have reached over to her quick enough
anyway.
"What have I done?" I thought to myself. I took my panties off and tried
to remove the false vagina but it had been glued on! I was going to have
to get used to being a woman for a while.
Paula then suggested we went to bed.
"But how are we going to do, you know?" I asked...
"Ah, let me introduce you to my second husband, Charlotte, I call him
Bruce."
She had this large vibrator in her hand. "And here's a husband I bought
for you. Shall we call him Paul?"
"What?" I asked, momentarily confused. Paula was, by now, on top of me,
kissing me and pulling down my panties. Then she had turned on the
switch and inserted Paul between my legs. This was my first female
orgasm and moments later Bruce had also brought Paula to orgasm and we
both lay there panting on the bed.
"You better clean yourself out," Paula told me.
For once I was in the bathroom quicker than Paula. Having taken a bath
for the first time as a woman I went back to bed.
By the time I had woken the following morning Paula had gone to work and
left a note saying
"Dear Charlotte,
I had, as you have probably guessed, blown my lingerie voucher on your
bra, panties, and the dress I have laid out for you on the bed.
You will find a suspender belt I have also bought for you, in case it is
cold in the house, which you will need to wear if you are to wear the
tights I have left for you. I don't mind if you don't wear the tights
but I don't want to find you wearing socks when I get home.
Please, as you are now dressed the part, do the chores you associate with
the role you would expect someone dressed like you to perform.
Love,
Paula
P.s. If you do wear the tights please also wear the shoes I have bought
you."
I turned to look at the bed. There was a French Maid's dress on it. I
had always wanted Paula to dress as one but she had never agreed to do
so despite me trying to persuade her to in various occasions.
"Very well," I thought "maybe this is about being reasonable and if I
dress like this now without complaining about it I might get Paula to
dress like this later."
Thankfully I found the dress relatively easy to put on as it had a lace
up part in front. It didn't feel as wrong dressing as a French Maid now
I had breasts and a vagina an was standing there in a bra and panties as
it would have done yesterday when I was a man.
I realised I could not do the housework only dressed like this as we had
a cold tile floor in the kitchen so I attached the suspender belt around
my waist before thinking for a moment about the practicalities of having
to unhook it each time I went to the toilet. I realised I needed to
thread the straps under my panties and then attach them to my fishnet
stockings.
I had seen Paula put on her stockings often enough to know I needed to
roll them on before pulling them up carefully with my thumbs inside and
fingers outside to avoid putting a ladder in them.
"It was strange," I thought as unpacked my tights from the packet,
removed the cardboard from inside them and then rolled my tights up my
legs "how these net stockings made you feel warmer despite the holes in
them."
I stepped into the 3 inch heel pumps Paula had left for me and practised
walking around our room in them, gradually mastering how to walk like a
woman. I looked at myself in the mirror, it was a fairly revealing dress
and you could see my suspenders. There was no way I was going to go
outside though, dressed like a French Maid, what would the neighbours say
about what I was wearing? Worse still, what if they recognised me?
I looked around for a duster and found a feather duster on a stick. I
thought about how often I had wanted to see Paula dressed like I now was,
doing what I was now doing as I dusted and vacuumed the house before
putting the laundry in the machine and then calling Paula to ask her what
settings to use. She told me before then asking me to iron what she had
left in the spare room.
The first few things I ironed were my boxer shorts and I burnt the first
few pairs meaning I would need to buy a few more pairs to have enough to
get me through the week.
I collapsed on the sofa when I had finished and picked up something to
read. It turned out the only thing I could find was "Glamour" but I
found the articles well written but fell asleep with it in my hands.
When I woke Paula had got home.
She said, "I didn't realise how much you wanted to be a woman, Charlotte,
reading Glamour! I have noticed how the woman inside you is already
burning her bridges back to masculinity."
I couldn't pretend there was anything remotely masculine about reading
Glamour so I didn't try, instead I tried to defend my ironing accidents.
"Isn't that reading too much into my first attempt at ironing?"
"Well, why was it only your boxer shorts you burnt?"
Paula was wearing a black leather catsuit. "She hasn't followed my
example," I thought, disappointed, "and dressed as a French Maid but she
looks really sexy in that catsuit."
I couldn't answer her question. She had a point. Why had I only burnt
my underwear?
Next Paula said she had some shopping to do and would I mind fixing
dinner?
She was back before I had finished cooking.
By the time I had served dinner and done the washing up I was exhausted
and I went to bed leaving Paula to watch tv. I was woken an hour or two
later to find Paula on top of me and Paul penetrating me again. "This is
becoming a pattern" I thought as I climaxed "and I am enjoying it!"
The following morning Paula had got dressed in a leotard and leg warmers
for aerobics and wanted me to join her.
I said "It's a woman's sport."
"And who are you, Charlotte, if you are not a woman?"
I wasn't sure any more. Certainly I was not the man I used to be.
"Maybe I am a woman, I have breasts and a vagina," I thought to myself.
I got up and into my first leotard before putting on some leg warmers and
joining Paula in the car. I no longer cared about what the neighbours
thought. To hell with them! There was nothing that kinky about two
women going to an aerobics class was there? I wasn't going to be able to
transform back into a man any time soon and I wasn't going to be a
prisoner in the house either so it was time to act like other women.
I realised, by the time we got to the class, largely from the wolf
whistling from the building site next to the class on the way in, that
Paula was making more of a show of herself and me than the other women in
the class who, if they did wear leotards, did not wear only leotards
outside. They covered up with track suits or skirts. I hadn't a change
of clothes either so we were going to have to run thewhole gauntlet back
to the car after the class too.
I found the class exhausting.
After the class Paula said, "Let's make them jealous!"
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see!" she replied cryptically.
Then as we walked to the car she grabbed me and swirled me round so I
lost my balance and holding me in her arms, like a man, French kissed me
to loud calls of "Get in there!" and "Show us your tits!"
I went bright red and the walk back to the car was the most embarrassed I
have ever been in my life.
"What was that about?" I asked as we got back into the car.
"Well it wound those pricks up didn't it? And you need to get used to
exhibiting yourself before they call you to your lingerie shoot!"
"I am not going to be a lingerie model!" I replied.
"Oh, so it's alright for me to be one, just not for you, Miss "Better
than thou"?" Paula replied angrily.
"I didn't say I was better than you!" I argued. "In fact you are
obviously fitter as the session has just proved."
"Well why's being a lingerie model so beneath you?"
"Why are we arguing about this, they haven't even invited me?" I replied.
For once I won a reprieve. It lasted until we got home and the
invitation was there on the front door mat.
I opened it. I looked shocked and Paula knew straight away what it said.
"You are not passing on that voucher and the free lingerie!" Paula said.
I did not know what to say any more. I thought about it. When Paula did
her shoot I wound up with my first negligee. Therefore if I did a shoot
surely she would get a new negligee? And she had spent her voucher on me
so I could spend mine on her.
"Ok. I'll do the shoot," I said.
So later that day I found myself sitting in the passenger seat wearing a
negligee under a long Mac on my way to a lingerie shoot and Paula was
driving me there.
It was a complete reversal of the position I was in only about a week
ago. All I could think about was my make-up and hoping that the camera
woman would get my best angle. I kept checking my face in the mirror.
When we got to the studio Paula spoke with the woman organising the shoot
and was given an envelope before she left me with her. I learnt during
the shoot that the camerawoman's name was Diana and that Paula's picture
of me was going to be the shop window picture and I was to become the
face of their next campaign.
"It's time you got used to stardom," Diana said. "It won't be long
before the men's magazines come knocking at your door for your story and
a cover shoot. Just don't tell them about your birth gender!"
I lost my inhibitions during the session as I modelled several negligees
that day and even let Diana take some topless shots of me.
I was Initially disappointed the next day when the matching negligee
arrived and it was a size 14 again! Furthermore I found when I got home
that Paula had used the time to spend my voucher on more lingerie for me
and to clear my drawers of male clothes.
Since then I have been grateful that Paula used my shoot to increase my
lingerie collection as a girl can't have enough lingerie. I have got
used to being a woman and I even cut up my old boxer shorts when Paula
tried to suggest I do a female to male photo shoot. I have more sex with
Paul than I ever had as Charlie with Paula. Our marriage has improved
as we now have matching French Maids dresses and share the housework
together.
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