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My failed attempt to stop it all part 2 Thank you to all of you who reviewed my stories or emailed me, I love reading your comments and replying to you. The Visitor will continue if you want and kidnapped is coming along slowly. I am also thinking about publishing another story which is called Dolly, but I am not sure if it will get accepted. This part of 'my failed attempt to stop it all' is very true to what actually happened but then as is most of this story, I hope you like it. I am quite a short person but even my feet came to the bottom of this little bed, I glanced around at the feminine wallpaper with its little pink fairies. I had never got around to redecorating the room, we didn't have a child ourselves and we had intended on using it as a study when we had moved into the house, but it never happened. My wife had been using it as a sewing room, but now it seemed that she had tidied it all up and made up the little custom fitted bed. Perhaps she had been planning this for me for a while, I just didn't know and now I felt oddly confused. I switched off the little Barbie style bed side light with its' pink lamp shade, when had she got that I wonder, I had never seen it before, my brain was befuddled. I turned over trying to get myself comfortable, I felt weird and sighing I closed my eyes. The bed was against the wall next to our bedroom, her bedroom and I could hear her in there, I could hear the keys of the laptop as she typed away and I felt a mixture of jealousy, humiliation and arousal as I worried that she was probably typing to him. This whole problem seemed to be getting worse and worse, I felt that I was sliding into a hole that I was struggling to escape from. I had an uneasy night, sleeping off and on and I woke early, I showered and applied the cream that I had been diligently doing since leaving the beauty parlour. I was afraid about my skin becoming inflamed and infected as that woman had warned, so I thought it best to be careful. I returned and sat on the bed where I tugged vainly at the chain around my ankle for five minutes, trying my best to get it off, when I heard her voice. "Are you making tea?" "Yes love I'm just going," I replied and putting my dressing gown on to cover my nakedness, I rushed down to the kitchen to sort it out. It didn't take me long to get it brewed and on a tray for her. Going back up stairs I knocked at her bedroom door, I don't know why, but I did. She was sitting up in bed the laptop on her knees again. "Put it there." She pointed at the bedside table. "How's sissy this morning? Did you sleep well in your lovely little girly nursery sissy?" I glanced at her suddenly feeling nervous and humiliated, then breaking the silence. "Yss love," I mumbled. "We are going to the beach today, so T shirt and shorts for you again, bring a picnic and the deck chairs and I'll sort out the towels and our things." She made me dress in front of her in our bedroom, watching from her place in the bed, one leg out a glimpse of translucent material at her groin, the laptop to her side, typing off and on as I dug out a pair of pants from my drawer. "No that won't do," she said as I selected a pair of grey Y fronts "You're behaving like a sissy so you have to wear sissy pants, put on one of the pairs he gave you, let's see what you look like in them." Blushing furiously and trying to persuade her not to make me, she noticed my small penis in a semi erection. Her right hand slid between her legs, touching herself there. "See you can't wait to wear his pants can you? Go on then get them on." I tucked myself into a pair of satin pink panties, my face burning in my own shame, the material feeling cool as it clung to me, making my head buzz. I felt confused it was creating a battle within me between not wanting to wear this thing that he had made me wear for him ages ago and the obvious sexual arousal that it gave me. She laughed at my discomfort as I hurriedly dressed to conceal my embarrassment and then in a dash to be away from her I rushed off to get the things ready and into the car for the beach. It took us half an hour to get there and I drove the car down onto the beach, parking in the line of other cars in front of the dunes where I erected the wind break and the sun umbrella whilst she laid out the towels on the floor and put our deck chairs up. Then she started to change into her bikini, she loved the water, whilst not being a good swimmer, I had a fear and dislike of it. "Come on, get into your trunks, I need a nice swim to cool down" My swimming trunks! I hadn't put them in, I had left that to her. "Umm did you put them in love," I mumbled. She looked at me aghast. "Do you expect me to do everything, it's always the same, you do nothing, it's all down to me, you are bloody useless." "I I I'm sorry love." I hated her getting so cross at me. "I, I think I forgot to put them in love." I know I sounded whimpish but she made me feel that way sometimes. "We were in such a rush I I just forgot." She looked at me, her hands on her hips. "Any bloody excuse not to do what I want isn't it?" "Nn No love honestly it's a mistake, I I forgot, really I did." "Well it's just as well I brought a spare bikini with me isn't it? The bottoms look a bit like a pair of speedos" and she threw me a pair of light blue bikini bottoms "Put them on and hurry up, I'm getting too hot here arguing with you." I eyed the bikini bottoms nervously, she was right they did look a bit like speedos, but the colour was a bit effeminate and the cut was wrong and nothing would get it out of my head that they were women's bikini bottoms. "Hurry up for Christ's sake!" I could tell the rising anger in her voice and hurriedly changed in the back of the car, wriggling into the clinging lycra of the costume, having to tuck myself in even though my endowment was small, so that nothing protruded where it shouldn't. I finally got out and stood there stupidly blushing. "That's great, no one will know, not that anyone would be looking at you anyway." With that away she ran towards the sea shouting, "Last one in is a sissy," at the top of her voice. Blushing and self conscious I jogged along after her, every ounce of me feeling worryingly effeminate, my totally hairless body, the ankle chain and the bikini bottoms all working to make me want to hide in embarrassment. We finally got to the waters edge and she ran straight in laughing, I stopped the freezing water over my toes and she turned to see where I was. "Sissy, sissy, come on sissy," she shouted and splashed the cold water towards me, making me beg her to stop it, I glanced around me and people were all looking at us laughing as I quivered trying to avoid the tidal wave that she was splashing at me as she called me sissy over and over. Eventually I got into the water but just splashed about in my depth whilst she swam about with gusto, throwing a ball back to a group of men who continued to laugh and play with her. I took my leave then and headed back to our little camp, where I was drying as she arrived, making me stop to wipe her back down and rub suntan lotion into her back and legs before I was allowed to lie down and do my crossword puzzle. I must have dropped off to sleep for a while and when she woke me my back felt hot from the sun. "I could do with an ice cream," she said, she had taken her top off and her breasts glistened with the sun tan oil she had been rubbing over them. "Go and get me one from the van, take my purse." I shook myself awake and took the purse she was handing to me, it was a large red coloured thing with a dangling dog motif and I set off holding it as I made my way across to the ice cream van with its' cue of awaiting customers. To be honest I was badly self conscious, painfully aware of the bikini bottoms that I was still wearing and the obvious hairless state of my body. I queued and eventually got to the counter where I was met by a dour faced chewing girl. I asked her for a Cornetto for my wife (her favourite) and a calypo for me (my favourite, an ice lolly in a cardboard tube). The girl visibly eyed me up before getting my order, it made me blush in embarrassment and feel worse than ever, so much so it took a few trembling embarrassing minutes to scrabble through my wife's purse for the money, each second making me feel worse. The girl sighed in impatience which added to my stress and further still when she said something about my purse, I wanted to tell her it was my wife's not mine, but I was glad to just pay and leave, quickly returning to the hidden privacy behind the wind break where my wife just laughed at my misadventure. We sat as she ate her cornet and I sucking the juicy strawberry taste of the stiff ice lolly, slipping its' red head out of the cardboard sleeve that held it as I slurped and sucked. "That just about sums you up," she said. "I bet you enjoy sucking don't you?" I was taken aback, instantly knowing what she was suggesting, making the rest of my ice lolly enjoyment as self conscious as the day had been so far. We got back to our books in some silence, a smirk on her face unsettling me, but I soon forgot, after all it was lovely weather. Later that afternoon, I could detect that she was bored with her sunbathing, her book finished, she got up, looking around, moving things about, then "Let's go to the beach cafe, I could do with a cup of tea and a sandwich." She picked her sarong from the bag and wrapped it around her waist, I got up and began to rummage about to find my T shirt and shorts only to find that the bottle of coke we had brought with us and that she had been drinking and shoved back into the rucksack, had leaked out all over them, leaving them wet sticky and stained. I showed her, feeling annoyed and frustrated "I can't go anywhere now love, I can't go over to the cafe dressed like this and look what a mess my clothes are in." She could see that I wasn't to be moved this time, but to my surprise she smiled. "Don't worry I brought your spare T shirt, I thought your other might get wet if you wore it into the sea the way you do sometimes when it is very hot" I thought thank goodness for that at least, but then she pulled out one of my nightime T shirts, it was white, very long and very baggy. "That's one of the T shirts I wear to bed" I said in dismay "I can't wear that, it's far too big on me, I'll look stupid." A scowl set on her face "You like to upset me don't you? I made an effort to bring your things with you because you didn't bother and this is how you thank me" A spray of her spittle hit my face and people glanced across at us hearing her raised voice. "I'm sorry love." I so disliked her anger. "I do appreciate you, I really do, I I'll put it on, thank you love, but it is a bit long and baggy that's all love." I tried to smile disarmingly at her and pulled the T shirt on over my head. It did look baggy and came down over the bikini bottoms almost to mid thigh. She looked at me. "Hmm," she said. I could see her brain working, I knew she could see it looked a bit ludicrous, then digging in her bag she pulled out her sundress, my eyes widened and I was about to say no fucking way and bollocks to upsetting her, when she unfastened the belt from around it and handed the belt to me. Well when I say belt, I mean that it was a chain with large loops with a clip on the end, the idea being to wrap the chain around the waist and clip it on the link that fitted best whilst the loose end dangled down in a decorative way. I looked at it in shock. "I can't wear that love, it's a woman's belt, you wouldn't see a man wearing it and anyway it will look stupid wearing a belt with a T shirt, it will look like a dress." "So?" she said still holding the chain out to me waggling it in her hand. "Be thankful I didn't say wear my sundress." Reluctantly I wrapped the belt around my waist, pulling in the baggy T shirt's folds, hooking the clip into itself, leaving the end dangling down towards the hem in the front "There now that's all right, come on I'm gasping for that tea." Before I could make protest any more she was ten yards away heading in the direction of the beach cafe. I rushed after her, would this humiliation never cease? She was certainly punishing me for what I had done. I struggled to stay over close to her, almost hiding behind her, too embarrassed to look at anyone. She took her time with the tea, lolling at the cafe table soaking up the sun and slowly enjoying her sandwich, whilst I was all over drinking it down quickly and getting back to the car. I squirmed and sat as close to the table as possible trying to hide my appearance as much as I could. When we eventually finished I made a bolt for it and collapsed behind our wind shelter in nervous exhaustion. "I don't know what all the fuss was about," she said, "hardly anyone looked at you, people dress in all ways at the beach." I nodded feeling unconvinced. "Yes love." The afternoon dragged on for a while, before she had us up and off for a swim again and I had to suffer a repeat of the mornings bathe, but at least it did cool me down. I followed her back up the beach this time, she had obviously had enough of the sun, it was time to go home. She got herself changed from her bikini, putting on her top and cropped leg trousers. "Aren't you going to change, you can't go home in wet bathers." She glanced over at me as she dressed "I've only got that baggy t shirt love, my shorts and proper t shirt are too messed up." I put on a pained expression, trying to let her understand my frustration. "Well you can change into your pants cant you? At least they are better than a wet swimming costume." She turned to the pile of clothes and pulled out the panties that I had worn under my shorts that morning and threw them across at me. "You're not serious?" I whispered. "Very, now give me back my bikini bottoms." Anyone who knows my wife, knows when not to argue with her, she had been in that mood all day and she wasn't about to change now. I put on my baggy T shirt again then hiding under a towel, I took off the bikini bottoms before drying myself then put on the satin pink panties that I had started the day wearing, dreadful mixed emotions going through my head. "Now put the belt back on and no one will ever know what you are wearing," she said, "well not unless they look closely." And she giggled loudly. I glanced down at myself the pink panties a noticeable shade beneath the dress like white Tshirt, I could have died with embarrassment. Hiding myself as much as possible, terrified someone would see the panties beneath the hem of my t shirt if I bent over, I took all our beach things down and packed them in the car, getting in behind the wheel in record time. We drove silently across the beach, joining the queue of departing cars all slowly making their way to the exit up to the road. A large 4x4 drew up alongside of our car from the left, intent on pushing in, in front of us. My wife's window was down, the 4x4 driver looked at us and in a sudden recognition they both greeted each other as old friends. I too recognised him, an arrogant womaniser who lived with his equally tarty wife and unruly kids, in the nearby town. My wife knew his wife well; they had been to college together. They chatted incessantly as I drove silently forward, him keeping pace with us alongside, news of the family, one at a time, but then came the "Look we are having a BBQ tonight, why don't you pop round, Kandy will be so glad to see you." I turned to say no sorry, but my wife was already talking. "That would be brilliant, fantastic, I'd love to see Kandy too." I was open mouthed as he spoke to me for the first time, calling out for me to follow him and his huge 4x4 squeezed into the small gap that I had left to the car in front of us. "Why did you say that love, I can't go into their house dressed like, like this". I whimpered, she looked at me. "Oh yea, I forgot about that," she laughed. "But it isn't every day, I get to see old friends, I know you don't like them, but they are my friends and you are coming with me. After all it's your fault that you are dressed like that, you enjoy looking like a woman, being a sissy and anyway who the hell is interested in how you look, so stop being so fucking selfish." I didn't know what to say, the burning humiliation of her words, gripping my insides and stupidly making me feel very strange. The visit was one of hugs and chatter between them, then I felt like an awkward outsider, trying to keep a smile on my face whilst remaining nonchalant about the way I was dressed. I had taken the belt off to try and make the T shirt look less dress like and played the "just walked off the beach" game. Yet I was constantly aware that I was wearing panties and in fear that they would be seen, especially when we sat on the low settee in the lounge. I kept my knees clamped together tightly and turned to one side; sitting on the edge of the seat instead of lolling back like the rest of them, blissfully unaware that I was behaving more like a nervous girl would, not wanting to show her knickers. The evening, like the rest of the day was an embarrassing hell for me, my wife had obviously told Kandy about the shorts and T shirt disaster and she was delightedly asking me if I wanted her to find something for me to wear, assuring me that she had a pair of shorts to fit me. Perhaps they would hide my situation, but I was sceptical, her husband, whose hands seemed to be all over my wife, was a big man. So I thought I would probably look foolish in his shorts, not that I was at all keen on that idea either. I followed Kandy upstairs and stood on the landing when she rummaged through the drawers in her bedroom. "Here try this on," she called. I put my head round the bedroom door, she was standing there holding a pair of baby blue shorts. "See if these will fit you, they should be ok." I took them from her politely thanking her, the material feeling strangely silky and light in my hand, as I turned around beginning to head for the bathroom to try them on. "Oh for goodness sake, try them on here, you haven't got anything I haven't seen before." She stood with her hands on her hips as I carefully stepped into the shorts, my face already burning red as I blushed. The material was a lycra based material, soft but also stretchy, but it wasn't until I got them over my knees that I realised that they were zipped up the side and were in fact a pair of her hot pants. She could see I was hesitating. "Go on, I'm sure they will fit you, they are quite stretchy." Did I catch a look of teasing glee on her face or was I being paranoid. I pulled the shorts up quickly under my long T shirt so that she wouldn't be able to see the panties that I was wearing. The shorts fitted me like a second skin, clinging tightly around my bottom. I groped for the zip, its position alien to me at the side, fiddling with trembling fingers under my T shirt trying to zip them up. She was at my side in a trice. "Let me help, these side zips are awkward especially when you are not used to them." "Noo," I squeaked, but she was on her knees my T shirt lifted, my pink satin panties revealed in the gap the zip hadn't yet closed in the shorts. I could have died, my face was on fire, I wished a hole would open in the ground to swallow me up, the humiliating embarrassment was so great I felt close to tears. "Ooo aren't they pretty, such a sissy colour, I've been dying to see them since Hazel told me you were wearing them." The shock was almost too great to bear, my wife had actually told her, oh my god and how much more had she told her, I can hardly describe the complete embarrassment I felt. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, but you've got to promise to come round to visit me when Roger goes on his next work trip, I can't wait to play with you." And she giggled loudly as she zipped up sealing me into the clinging hot pants. "Shall I lend you a top to go with it too, it would be a shame not to show them off rather than hide them under that rag." She looked very naughty as she stood, her face inches from mine. "Nnn noo, noo its ok, nn no thanks." I managed to find a small trembling voice and stuttered my response. I felt her hand between my legs, she was standing right against me. "Of course you do, you don't want to wear that night shirt all evening do you?" Oh my god what had my wife told her altogether? She reached to the bed behind her. "Now take it off, this top is meant for those shorts it will look so much better." I glanced at the door. "Don't worry Roger is probably enjoying himself with Hazel, you know what he is like when he sees her, he'll never notice." My heart was pounding, a feeling of jealousy growing inside me, I moved to go, but she was already pulling up my T shirt and reluctantly, I am such a foolish whimp, I allowed her to take it off me. "Ooo you are a pretty boy aren't you?" She was looking at my hairless chest and arms, running her fingers over my skin, which was already over sensitive. "Hmm very soft, just like a girl." "I've got to go" I tried to be gruff, trying to reach for my T shirt again. "No, NO, wait until you are dressed properly." And she pinched my right nipple hard. "Owww" I whimpered trying to pull away from her. "Shall I make you wear a bra? Like all girls do, under their tops." She was smiling broadly. "No, Noooo,, look this has all gone to far it's a big mistake, just forget it." The bra was in her hand guiding mine through the straps. "No, Noo, this isn't right, stop it please Kandy." But she wouldn't listen and when I struggled to push her off me the slap across my face was a complete shock, silencing me. "If you don't do as I tell you, I'll call Roger and Hazel and tell them that I caught you going through my clothes, do you want that?" Her voice was too loud for comfort, making me cringe and look around expecting them to walk in at any second. "Noo, please don't do that" I whispered in utter despair. "Put it on then." Her eyes were like lumps of coal, her expression hard and with trembling fingers I fastened the bra about my chest doing as she said. She picked up two stockings from the floor, where she had discarded them earlier and she stuffed them into the cups giving me the appearance of a small pair of breasts. "Better not overdo it this time, had we?" She giggled again, she was really beginning to enjoy herself now, enjoy humiliating me so badly. The top buttoned right down the front, like a shirt but a bit frillier, it was cream and the hem at the bottom weren't tails like a shirt but a frilled edge that that came over the waistband of the shorts. "There" and she turned me to face the mirror on the wall behind me. I looked and at first glance I saw a female, but then a sissy man dressed up in feminine things, she was laughing openly now. "You look lovely, let me put some lipstick on you to make you look pretty." "No, no please Kandy, stop this please," I begged again, but her stern face stopped me. "Pout bitch," she said brushing my hair back from the left side of my face, I looked into her face and saw her eyes widen. "What's this then?" She pushed my hair back from my right ear the same way. "You've got pierced ears, well now you are a sissy aren't you, two piercings in each ear, you know what that means." The tears were beginning to fill my eyes now as I shook my head silently. "You are a gay sissy aren't you?" I shook my head a tear running down my cheek. "Nooo," I whispered. She looked at the sad state I must have appeared. "I said pout bitch." She spat quite loudly and I reacted with an instantaneous pout as she thickly painted my lips with the sticky red lipstick. "There, run along now sissy perhaps you had better go straight to your car now or Roger WILL be laughing at you, I'll tell Hazel you are waiting for her" and she disappeared laughing, leaving me to sneak out into the twilight to the sanctity of my car to await my wife's arrival and goodness knows what she would say to me. My wife was obviously annoyed that I had left before she was ready to go, I listened to her rant in silence before apologising, making the excuse that I had a terrible headache which must have been brought on by the sun, surprisingly she accepted it. It wasn't until we arrived back home and got into the light of our hallway that she saw what I was wearing. She laughed loudly. "Oh my god, look at you, Kandy certainly sorted you out didn't she? My god what a sissy you look, I hope you've learned your lesson today." I wanted to run upstairs and rip all these clothes off, burn them, dispose of them, I was hating myself and my face was a fierce hot burning blush yet again, it seemed that that was all it had been doing all day. "You'd better take some paracetamol for your pretty little head, I'll make you one of those milk shakes then you had better go to your nursery to bed sissy, oh and you'd better wipe that lipstick off too." She laughed again, far longer than I thought was necessary, after all she had made her point now. Wearily I got the tablets, then picking up the insipid milkshake she had made for me I made my way for the stairs, passing her in the hallway as she headed for the lounge a glass of wine in her hand and the laptop under her arm. The burning emotions making my head pound, how could I recover from this? The next morning I woke up early, after all I had gone to bed very early the night before and I had surprised myself that I had fallen asleep so quickly, obviously all the humiliation must have exhausted me. I took my shower and applied the annoying body lotion before dressing for work, I left it to the last minute to bring her tea to her to minimize the time for her to have a go at me again. The laptop was on the floor by the bed where she had left it the night before, waking, she didn't talk much but lifted her hand in a goodbye gesture as she sat up in bed. To my surprise I saw that she hadn't worn her nightie to bed, which was highly unusual, she had never done that since we had been married and I could see her breasts bare and full as she sat up and reached for her tea from the bedside table. I sat at my desk in work feeling confused and miserable, If only I hadn't chatted to him, if only I hadn't been such a fool I wouldn't be in this mess, somehow I would have to stop it and face him, but until then he had me where he wanted me and I was terrified what he would do if I stopped doing what he said. My email flashed up showing a new message, the senders name looked vaguely familiar and I clicked into it curious to know who it was. It was him, I had never given him my work email, how could he have got it, my heart was in my throat. I felt my fingers trembling on the mouse and a red spot developing over my cheekbones. There were two attachments and some text, the first was entitled a day at the beach. With a feeling of dread I opened it, the pictures sprang out at me from the page and I looked in horror to see myself looking so blatantly effeminate, first in those bikini bottoms then with that damn dress like T shirt on. The chain belt was visible and there were even pictures of my sheer nylon covered bottom visible beneath it as I had packed up the car. The final picture, however was even worse it was of me in hot pants and blouse, looking like I had breasts and with my lips red with lipstick as I hurried to my car outside Kandy's house. I felt like throwing up, like dying, he must have been following us all day, there in the background photographing my every move. I closed the file in a cold sweat looking around myself to make sure no one had seen the pictures through the office windows. Looking back at the screen my eyes were drawn to the second attachment, labelled sweet pics, oh mygoodness what could these be? My fingers were trembling so much now, I could hardly open it, but eventually it did open and there was my wife. At first in her underwear ironing in the garden with a close up of her bum and her bra, I clicked on mesmerised, a building mixture of jealousy and yet, arousal growing inside me. The next ones were inside our house, different panties, all from him, then her naked breasts, nipples visibly erect, I couldn't believe it, I couldn't stop myself clicking on my heart racing, her panties were down, first ones showing her pubic hair then the next showing it was gone, she was bare shaved, like a porn star and she was revealing her bareness to the camera. I stared fixed hating that fact that he had seen her like this, had made her take them for him, she had complied with him, had shaved herself for him, my mind was in a jealous turmoil and yet, yet my stupid penis tingled in a foolish arousal. I closed the file somewhat reluctantly, my head full of emotions yet that stupid thrill buzz in my body. I began to read the text of the email, it said: "The website is developing well, I thought you would like to see the latest pictures of you, my sissy and the latest pictures of my new slave girl, your wife, who is begging me for cock daily now. I hope you like her shaven cunt, if you don't believe it is her then look carefully tonight. From now on you will obey every word I say, a PC and cam are set up in your lovely wooden workshop, each day on your return home you go there first and change into the things laid out for you, I will be watching to see that you do. You will no longer wear male clothes in the house, especially near your wife, my new sex slave. On Wednesday you will visit the beauty parlour again and if you are a very good girl I will see you on Saturday, now behave and do as you are told. Remember it takes approximately thirty seconds to make the web site live with full public access and a few seconds more to send the link to everyone in your email box contact list which I now have." I felt like a quivering wreck, yet now I knew that I would see him on Saturday and if I played along for a few more days, then I could sort it out to finish it once and for all. It was these mixed emotions that filled my head as the day went by, half my mind feeling fear dread and humiliation, part of my mind thinking about facing up to him and yet another part thinking of my wife, thinking about my poor lovely wife how foolish I was to allow her to be drawn into all this.