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I attempted to follow through on my drowsy commitment the next day. Dani had joined a health club, resolving to get in better shape. That meant she wanted me to do household chores on Saturday. Of course she wanted me dressed up, wearing an apron while I did them. Today, I resisted and when she left to work out, I put on a pair of my old jeans without underwear and wore two tee shirts, rather than the bras I had been given. Although I was doing her work, I felt free again. Not having to work in the constricting girdle, or tight skirts and uncomfortable heels gave me a refresher of what my life had been like. With each minute, my confidence returned and I had planned out what I was going to say when she returned. I was finishing mopping the kitchen when Dani came in from the garage. She was starting to talk, but stopped mid-sentence, when she saw me. "Hanna, what is this? Why aren't you dressed? Is this some kind of joke?" The anger in her voice was evident. She moved closer to me, menacingly. It took me a second to steel my nerves, but I felt I was ready to argue this time. "No Dani, this is not a joke. I just decided I want to go back to dressing as I did before. I'm more comfortable as Hank, not Hanna. So, that's what I did." "Well that is a surprise. I thought you cared for me more than that. You couldn't have hurt me any worse than by doing this. I thought we had moved on and you were becoming secure in who you really are. I have to say, I don't approve of this at all." "I don't mean to hurt your feelings Dani, but I had to be truthful. It just seemed wrong to do what you wanted." "Oh it did? You never felt that way when you asked me to dress sexy for you. When we first started dating, you pleaded, and cajoled me every time we were together to wear sexy stuff for you. If I wore a skirt, you told me the shorter and tighter the better. The same for heels, higher, and higher was what you wanted. You told me stockings were better than pantyhose and bare legs were not acceptable. You lavished praise on me when I padded, pushed, and contorted my breasts to create a sexy scene for you. The more I styled my hair or did my makeup the more you told me you loved me. If I dared to wear pants, you went around with a scowl and pouted as it I had told you I hated you. You made it clear to me, that if I wanted to marry you, I would need to dress to please all the time. Now that I make the same requests of you, you suddenly develop a morality that it is somehow wrong. Now that I finally get to experience true sexual pleasure and an excitement almost beyond belief, you feel it is okay for you to be selfish, but not for me to demand my pleasures. Somehow I asking you to focus on my needs for a change is not fair. Well buster, you think about it and decide how much you care about our marriage. Because, this is not negotiable anymore. You will do what I want. I think it is time for you to be supportive and caring and let me the one who's in charge. You think many women would be as comfortable as I've been with a man in your condition? How many wives want a man who has bigger breasts than she does? I finally find a solution, so your condition is not a negative but something that can be positive, and you decide you can just abandon it? Well the choice is yours. If you want to abandon what I have chosen for you, then go upstairs and pack a bag. If not, I expect to find you wearing some cute lingerie, hose and heels. I'll know your decision when I get out of the shower." Dani stormed off to get cleaned up. I felt like I had been hit with a tidal wave. My conviction that I could reverse the process she had forced upon me was gone. She made me feel guilty over how I had manipulated her; was it wrong for her to ask the same of me? Plus she stripped away any confidence I had by mocking my condition. It was hard for me to see any women finding me attractive given my obvious woman's chest. I had thought I could just be what I wanted without a peep from her, but Dani was not the mild woman I had married anymore. I could see she felt empowered by what we had done and her challenge to me, told me I needed to submit to her, no matter how uncomfortable it was. So, I went to our bedroom and was waiting for her, dressed as she asked, when she came out of the bathroom. . She had slipped on a pair of shorts and a big shirt, making a sharp contrast between our appearances. I had hoped she would be calmer, but I could see she was still angry. Seeing how I had chosen to comply, Dani smiled in a threatening way. Going to the closet, she picked out one of my old belts from the hook on the door. She doubled it in her hand, holding the ends. "Hanna, I see you've made the right choice. But I want you to remember that from now on, I expect you to do everything I want, when I want it and how I want it. I don't like the idea of punishing you, but you need to learn your lesson so you won't repeat it. Now go to the bed, bend over and place your head on it and cross your arms behind your back." I was scared, but did as she asked. I could see that she was going to whip me, and wanted to plead for mercy, but knew it would be a bad idea. So I assumed the positon she described. Dani stepped behind me and using her foot, spread my legs apart. With her free hand, she roughly fondled my cock and balls, pinching and squeezing them. Finally she stepped to the side and without a delay began to use the belt on my ass. She gave me about fifteen swats, not extremely hard, but enough to make my butt burn. But it was as much the symbolism of her act as anything. It was clear from my acceptance of her right to punish me this way, that I was no longer the alpha of our house. I had relinquished that role to her and my role was to do as I was told and to please her no matter what. The red glow of my face as the embarrassment of knowing I was not the man of the house anymore was as bright as the glow from my whipped butt. My submissive look was accentuated by the tears that rolled down each cheek. When she finished, Dani said I needed to apologize and show I was sorry. I did as she wanted, my voice squeaking out an apology, my high voice reinforcing the fact that I had given up my position as a man. I spent the next hour with my face buried in her pussy pleasing her. The rest of the day, I wore only my lingerie and an apron as she ordered me to do one menial task after another. I had to stand at the table when we ate dinner. Dani ended the day by roughly fucking my ass with her dildo, but not allowing me to come. By the time we fell asleep, I knew I had to do as she ask, until I could come up with another plan. The next few weeks were a mirror of the first. I found my orgasms delayed until Friday, while Dani had multiple ones every night. I continued to accept a more feminine appearance, practicing my makeup skills, fully adjusting to wearing a bra and other women's clothes, and keeping myself smooth shaven. Dani required that I even polish my nails, toenails all the time and fingernails on the weekends. I also subtly moderated my masculine traits, such as acquiescing to Dani becoming the head of household, listening more than talking, when I did speak using my natural high tone in a feminine conversation pattern, responding to and using my feminized new name, Hanna, and becoming reluctant to challenge her. While she took the lead in making most of our daily decisions, I assumed most of the household chores. She continued her transformation as well, insisting I use the shortened version of her name, adopting a wardrobe of pants, plain tops, and flat shoes. She wore plain cotton panties, without lace or frilly adornments. She stopped wearing bras, replacing them with plain camisoles, which were more functional than decorative. Dani began to avoid use of cosmetics and polish, almost in an inverse fashion to my using more of them. She also had her hair trimmed in a shorter style. I had to admit I was adopting more of the role of wife and Dani took the role of husband in our marriage. Still, most of our transformation was hidden, only Carol and infrequent exposures to the pizza delivery boy, had revealed our changes. At work, I regularly wore blazers or loose cardigans and coordinated the color of my bras with shirts, so I didn't have a repeat of my dark bra and light shirt episode. However, my acceptance of this role shift was done with a goal in sight. I felt once I showed Dani for good, that I was fully comfortable with wearing the proper support bras for my breasts, accepting they were truly breasts, that we might adjust our life back towards the way we were. It had been a full month now, so I hoped to discuss our return to our previous life tonight. These hopes were dashed by Dan's pronouncement. It was Friday night, my favorite night of the week. I had just come home from work, and unlike my normal procedure, I had decided to just wear my work bra and panty and shift to some of normal male clothes to relax, a tee shirt and casual jeans. To once again, try to return to our old ways. Dani was just finishing up watering our plants on the deck and called out for me. I swallowed, more to steel myself for the discussion, than anything and went to meet her in the kitchen. She had just shut the door from the deck, and turned toward me. She looked me up and down and shook her head, as if in disapproval. "Hello honey, welcome home. Haven't you had time to change yet?" "Hi Dani, no I've been home a little while, I just thought I would wear something less complicated and more in my usual style. I mean, I am wearing a proper bra for support. Isn't that what you wanted?" I intentionally used her real name, and referred to my male clothes as the usual style. I had thought this out, and wanted my argument to appear to be a natural approach. "Well, of course it is what I wanted, Hanna. But I've come to expect you to make yourself more presentable when you get home. I've become used to seeing you look pretty for me. Don't you like to please me? I find you so attractive when you've taken the time to look your best. Plus, you know how desirable I find you when you wear something cute and sexy. It's not like we haven't gone over this before, don't you remember how that turned out? Tell you what, I'll just grab a beer and go wait for you out on the deck. If you want, you can just put on some fresh lingerie, and slip on your romper and heels. With your wig and some light makeup you will look fine. I have a surprise to tell you about, so be quick. Go on now." This was not going as well as I hoped, but I tried again. "Well if you have something exciting to talk about, how about we both get a beer and we can go ahead?" I moved toward her to give her a kiss, but she stepped back and I could see she had a bit of a cross look on her face. "Hanna, I expect better from you, than this. You know we have standards in this house, and I expect you to do as I say. Is that clear? Since you seem to be forgetting that, you can skip the romper. Put on your new pink strapless bra, waist cincher and thong set I bought you. It will look great with that sheer flowery print dress and pink heels. With that pretty pink bubblegum nail polish with the matching lipstick you will look just darling. Now, we've wasted enough time as it is, hurry along or you will make me mad. Oh and don't forget to prep yourself, I have a feeling thinks will get exciting later. Understand Hanna?" Dani had thrown down the gauntlet. The outfit she described was one of my most feminine. The lingerie was very sexy, in a lace satin. The bra itself was very padded so my boobs looked like they were elevated on a shelf. The waist cincher was a tad tight, requiring me to walk very upright and squat down to pick something up. The dress was translucent which would show my lingerie completely and so low cut that the edge of bra cups would show. Her request for the pink polish also meant I'd have to remove my usual dark red toenail polish to make it all match. She stared at me a second and then waved me on as if to dismiss me, before she turned to open the fridge. I was mad at how casual she seemed to be about how she saw our relationship. But I was also a bit nervous, as she had never been so forceful. But I had decided to make a stand. "Dani, I really don't think I need to go all out like that. I see why you want me to wear the bra, but the rest is just not my style. I grew up dressing one way and I feel comfortable doing that. Why is it necessary to wear such feminine clothes just because I have a more developed bust than most men? I got your point about needing to protect them and will now wear bras regularly. I also understand how you feel when I dress sexy for you. But can't we compromise somehow so I can go back to the way it was?" I had stood my ground and felt much better. That is until she turned around. She was glaring at me. I had never seen such an angry expression on her face and eyes looked like they were made of steel. Dani stepped close to me, so close that I could feel her breath. She leaned in so we were eye to eye, only inches apart. She placed one hand on my breast, cupping it, bouncing it and giving it a little shake. It was like she wanted to remind me how much of a bust I had. It was an advanced condition few men ever had. I felt my knees weaken a little. She stared at me for what seemed like forever. I had thought I could change her mind, but I had severely underestimated her will power once again. "Honey, I understand your feelings, but this is bigger than just you. I have needs that I want satisfied. You aren't capable of being a man like you grew up thinking you'd be. No man has this much tit on his chest. You are too feminine looking to stay dressed as you were. I think we've proven that. So to keep resisting it, to keeping disobeying me, is not a wise idea. Now I see how you might think this is negotiable, but it really isn't. I've made my decision, and that is all that matters. So you go on upstairs and do as you're told, okay? I'm sure you'll realize you're doing the right thing, later in bed. Now hurry up or you might risk your reward for this week or even worse I might need to discipline you again." I quickly decided that I had lost this argument and didn't want to elevate the confrontation, so I demurred. I moved quickly upstairs to get ready. As I changed and began to get ready, I replayed our conversation to see how I might get it right next time. Luckily, I had established a regular routine and could usually get ready on a Friday night in just about 30 minutes. Dani had gradually increased what cosmetics she wanted me to wear, so I applied full foundation, eye makeup with my new false lashes, and shiny pink lipstick with matching lip liner. She hadn't mentioned it specifically, but again I didn't want to escalate anything, so I slipped my vibrator in my clean asshole. I always felt a bit trivialized when I turned it on, as it seemed I was submitting to a desire that Dani wanted with no thought of my own. As I glanced at myself in the mirror to double check my appearance, that feeling was reinforced. I look like she had described, pretty, sexy and desirable, like a toy or a sex pet. I blushed, but knew I had taken a while so I hurried downstairs. As I entered the kitchen, I instinctively grabbed one of my frilly half-aprons and began to tie it on behind me. She was still on the deck, so I opened the door to see if she needed another beer. "I'm back. You need another beer Dan? Come in and I'll get one for you." She glanced up and slowly drained the last sip from the bottle. I could feel her stare and she made no pretense of the fact that she was looking me over. Dani then waved the bottle bit to show me it was empty. "Thanks, doll. I'd love another one. Take this empty and bring us a couple cold ones so we can talk." I swallowed, this time from real nervousness. Dani knew I was uncomfortable going outside, even on our deck, dressed this way. She usually allowed me to stay inside or at least wear something less frilly and sexy if we were outside. But I stepped out of the door and walked to her, quickly but as smooth as I could. When I got there, she held the bottle a second as I tried to take it from her. She ran her free hand up my leg, past the garter, so she could squeeze my ass cheek and lightly push on my vibrator. Pulling the bottle from my hand she placed it on the deck. She knew I would have to squat to pick it up. As I did she moved her hand from under my skirt to place it on my hip and softly caressed one of boobs with the other, forcing me to stay in this position in front of her. "Now this is much better. I like this look for you far more than what you had on earlier. I know the real reason to wear bras is to provide support, but when you have such a nice rack it seems a shame not to show them off. Plus I haven't gotten a kiss yet. Can I have one?" I started to nod my head, but Dani didn't wait. She moved her hand up my breast, so she could pull my bra cup down. A simple move and it was exposed, the nipple starting to harden in the cool air. She leaned in and lightly kissed it, drawing it into her mouth. She rolled it around, sucked it lightly and then bit down, catching my nipple firmly in her teeth. She combined the light pressure with a quick inhale of breath, chilling the flesh. As she released it, my nipple popped out, fully erect and hard. Dani giggled, and flipped my bra cup back to cover my breast. Even with my bra and dress, you could easily see the hard projection. After a quick glance at it, she leaned forward and we exchanged a light kiss. I sensed she was showing me who was in charge, and that I should remember who was calling the shots now. She let go of my hip, so I was able to stand back up, the beer bottle in my hand. I retreated, blushing furiously to the kitchen to get a couple more drinks. I quickly returned to the deck, despite my misgivings about being outside and sat next to her. As I got settled in, she turned to tell me her news. "Before we order pizza, I just wanted to tell you my news. Carol called today. She wanted to see how everything was going. Whether you had resolved your issues with wearing a bra. I told her that you had come to your senses, and accepted that it was essential that you wear one from now on. She was glad to hear it. I also told her how accommodating you've become and what you've been willing to do to show me just how committed you were to your new wardrobe. When I described some of your new outfits, like the cute little one you're wearing now, she was very impressed. She said she had wondered if you had actually worn any of the other lingerie we had bought at her store. Carol expressed her agreement that immersing oneself in a new look can be a rewarding change and mentioned that she was a bit surprised at how eager you seemed to wear women's clothes, as you always seemed to be a person who avoided change. I agreed with her, and told her that was one of the things at I've felt the best about, because it confirmed to me how much you loved me. When I asked her how everything else was going in her life, we moved on to talk about family, work, etc. That's when she mentioned another reason she had called me. Seems she is having a cook out tomorrow night, just a little thing with my cousins, Tom, Cindy, and their spouses, Annette and Jim. She bragged about how great a steak her husband, Uncle Bill makes. So, she asked if we wanted to come and of course I said yes. I mean, we've hardly left the house in the past month, so I was excited to go out. She said it would be casual, so we won't have to dress fancy or anything. Doesn't that sound like fun?" I felt a wave of anxiety sweep over me. I had known Dan's aunt ever since we had married, and had met her son and daughter before. But with what Dani had put me through in the last month, I was nervous about the idea of going to see them. I had gotten semi-comfortable wearing bras to work, but that was mostly because I had made changes. I had become more reclusive, staying in my office, avoiding lunch gatherings, and always wearing some sort of covering to help hide them. In an intimate dinner setting, I would be challenged to keep my secret. Maybe if I could wear a blazer and a sweater vest? Problem was the weather was getting warmer, and it would look odd in a casual affair. "You know I like your family, they are great people, and Carol has been really helpful. But I still feel nervous going out where someone might see my new support clothes. Do you think I could get away with a blazer and vest? Or is there something else that might work?" Dani laughed, and smiled at me. She ran her hand over my stocking and up my leg to my bare thigh, a move she had gotten used to making. It always made goosebumps on my bare skin. She also reached out, and stroked my cheek and then pulled me close for kiss, her tongue probing my mouth. Leaning back, she fidgeted with my wig, adjusting a few curls near my brow. "Hanna, don't be silly. You wouldn't wear one of your stuffy work outfits to a casual dinner party. I mean you have so many cute new clothes to choose from. Why wouldn't you wear one of them? I think that pretty pink lace dress or that flowery skirt and light blue top would be perfect. I know you were used to just throwing on some jeans and a knit shirt, but now that you've accepted your new body, you need to go a little more stylish. You know what I mean? I'm sure Carol, Cindy, and Tom's wife, Annette will wear nice outfits. Casual, but still stylish. It will be like the way you dress now at home. Just because you have on pretty lingerie, hose, heels and a nice dress or skirt, doesn't mean it isn't a casual outfit. You saw how I dressed all these years. It's the same for you now. I probably won't go in jeans, myself. I just bought a good pair of linen pants and with a simple top, I should be fine. But I expect you to show some flair, although you've got so many nice outfits I don't think you need anything new. Maybe a new pair of stockings, yours have been worn a bit. Say, you could even do something flirty, like stockings with seams, or a bow at the ankle. I always loved stockings with cute touches. We do probably need to get you some jewelry. I just wish I had gotten your ears pierced. I could loan you some cute pairs. I just wanted to give you some time to think about what to wear." I felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach. Dani was so laid back when talking about me wearing a dress to the party, it caused me to physically gag. How could she even imagine I would do that? I had the shakes just being out here on the deck, where I might possibly be seen. But to go to Carol and Bill's house and socialize with her family while dressed like I am now would be so tortuous I would rather die. I had to just stare at Dani in amazement as she spoke. I wanted to shout out no, as she worked her way through her reasoning, and explored why she felt it was a good idea. Finally, I had to try to stop this madness. "Dani, are you joking me? You can't think I would enjoy wearing these clothes to see your family, can you? I feel silly enough just wearing them in the house. If I went to Carol and Bill's this way, I could never live it down. Everyone would look at me like a freak. They are your family and will always be an important part of your life, I can't let them see me this way. Please tell me this is a joke." Dani looked at me in surprise, as if I had said something totally out of left field. Her mouth fell open, and she just had a glazed look. Then as if she understood, she moved her mouth to form a smile. She slid her hand, which had rested at the top of my stocking, toward my crotch, so she was caressing my cock through my panty. I could feel her fingertips as she traced my penis, shifting between the smooth satin and textured lace panels. Of course it responded to her touch, hardening a bit. Dani put down her beer, and put her other hand behind my neck to pull me toward her, so she could whisper in my ear. "Oh Hanna, don't be upset. You are making something bad out of this rather than seeing the positives. First, my family likes you, a lot, and they will understand what's happening. Second, you need to realize that you are very attractive dressed like this. You have a very feminine body, sexy and in proportion, being trim where it is supposed to and full where it is needed. Your face is cute too, especially with your makeup. Your natural voice is light, almost lilting, with a sweet feminine sound. Granted, I'd prefer if your hair was long enough that we could style it so you didn't need a wig, but that will come. I have no doubts that everyone will see that you are only accepting your body as it really is. My Aunt has told me several times since we first went to her for help, that she is so impressed with you for making these changes. That to do this, takes a lot of courage and is a true sign of love for me. So you can forget about them seeing you as any kind of freak. Thirdly, and most importantly, I like how you look now. I find your new appearance so sexy, plus it seems to fit you more than your previous look. I like how your adopting this more feminine appearance allows me to dress in a more relaxed style. I never realized it before, or maybe more accurately, never admitted it to myself, but I dressed so femininely before, because I felt inadequate. My body wasn't as feminine as I wanted. I felt I needed to pad my breasts and wear pushup bras all the time, because my boobs were small. I don't have a lot of curves and felt I would only look like a woman if I wore extremely feminine clothes. But for you, these clothes only reinforce what you already have. I mean, a pushup bra for you just holds your breasts out for all to see easily, while for me it was squeezing every inch of flesh I had to just create some kind of small bumps. So you adopting this style is good for us both." Dani then moved to kiss me again, while still teasing my cock. Despite my fears I continued to get an erection, which she noticed and fully stroked. Breaking the kiss, I tried one more time. "Dan, do I really have to go to your Aunt's? I'm so nervous just thinking about it. I can't see myself doing this at all. I mean, I was so uncomfortable when it was just Carol seeing me. It's even worse when I answer the door for the pizza boy. It just seems like I am a fraud dressing this way." "Well you just need to get over those fears. That is just another good reason to do this now. Because I want you to continue to dress this way for me. If it will make you feel better, I'll help you with your makeup and we can restyle your wig. I'll take you by the salon and we can get your nails done professionally, so you can feel like you are at your prettiest. Besides I'm sure Aunt Carol has told her kids about your transformation. They've always been so loving and accepting of me, I can't imagine them being unkind to you. Now let's just relax and enjoy our evening. You do want your orgasm you earned this week don't you?" I knew the discussion was over. I was going to have to go to her Aunt's and show her family my new look. I decided to just quit thinking about it now and enjoy myself. Dani was right. I didn't want to pass on the climax to my week. So I fell back into our normal routine. I leaned toward her to kiss her again to show her I would do as she wanted. We didn't talk about it the rest of the night and she did give me a thunderous orgasm, two in fact. They were so good, I didn't even mind how my ass burned from her pumping her dildo into it. But when we woke up the next day, my anxiety returned. I tried to fight through it and was able to control my nervousness when we went to her nail salon. Dani had me dress casually, although she insisted I wear a pair of her loose shorts with an elastic waist, and a silky top. I had selected a plain t-shirt bra and matching panty, so I didn't feel my breasts were on full display. She also recommended I just wear some flip flops, as heels might be too much. So I was grateful for that. I had been to the salon once before, only Dani had them just give me a pedicure and manicure without polish application. This time, we spent a little while looking at polish colors, before we selected a nice dark raspberry, since we had decided my lace dress would be best for the dinner tonight. Luckily, each chair was in a semi-private booth and I didn't feel embarrassed until we left. That embarrassment escalated, when Dani suggested we stop by one of her favorite stores. I pleaded from the time she mentioned it until she parked the car. She just smiled and said it would be fine. When she wore dresses and stockings all the time, she had found this one shop that carried a variety of stockings. So, she insisted we look for something special, to help make me feel better about my dinner reveal. I tried to persuade her that it wasn't necessary, but she insisted. Going into the store, I felt my face flame red hot, as I could not hide my polished nails. It only got worse, as the saleslady recognized Dani, as she was a steady customer. Dan's explanation that we needed a pair of hose with something special, didn't make me feel better. Even though she didn't say they were for me, we both looked at the choices the lady suggested. Standing there with my bare legs and polished toes visible, I'm sure she wondered if the stockings might be for me. We finally decided on a pair with lace bows at the back of the heel and a seam that ran up the back of the leg, made of small diamonds. I thought the worse was over, but Dani turned to me. "Honey, since we're here why don't you pick out some everyday hosiery too? I noticed you've lost a few pairs to runs and there are picks on some of your other stockings. You'll find that if you get 7 or 8 wearing's for a stocking you're doing well. I'd suggest getting two or three of your favorite colors, like black, taupe, and that light suntan. Although if you want, you can try some new shades or even some of the tulle net styles too. Okay? I'm going to look at their trouser racks, as I always admired their selections in dresses, I'm sure they will have some pant styles I like too." I felt like I was going to die from embarrassment, but the saleslady acted as if nothing was unusual. ?I?ll be glad to show you some of our new styles if you want. Plus, if you are going to be a regular customer, I can sign you up for our rewards program. We like to keep our customers happy, so we try to support them in any way we can. Dani, once I show him a few choices, I?ll be glad to help you too. We just put a new line of pants on sale. Do you want to list him under your account or set up a new one?? ?You can go ahead and list him with my account. Just put down Hanna and if you don?t mind, shorten mine to Dan. I would expect Hanna to be a frequent customer so I want him to be on the program. I?ll just browse while you help him, thanks.? The saleslady was very professional, made her notes on the forms, and then turned toward me. I couldn?t help but notice a sly, slight smile. I knew this had to be unusual for her and it was super awkward for me. But I decided it would just be best if I went ahead and got this over with. ?I normally wear just plain hose, nothing fancy, so I guess I need a few of those to start. Is there a standard style for everyday?? ?Oh yes, I?d recommend something a little less sheer for longer wear. But I need a little more information. Do you wear closed toe shoes or perhaps a more open style, like a sandal?? ?I guess both, depends on the outfit, why?? ?Well most stockings come in both a reinforced toe and heel, which lasts longer and would be good in a shoe like a pump and a sheer version, that you could wear with something like a sling-back or slide sandal. Do you have shoes like that?? I felt my face flush again. It seemed every time she mentioned something feminine regarding my appearance, a blush would rise in my cheeks. Although it would lessen quickly, I hated it because I was sure she saw and would recognize it as a sign that this was embarrassing for me. I answered her that I did have some pumps and a sling-backs too. I was hopeful she would show me some stockings that looked like what I wore. But she obviously wanted more information. ?So Dan said you had everyday pairs. What kind of activities do you wear these for? I mean, is it running errands, going shopping, or is it more when you do housework? If you wear them doing your chores, I have some more substantial, hose with spandex that will be more resistant to runs and give you more support. I imagine, Dan has you do a little of both, so let me pick some of each to try. After you wear them a bit, you can come back and get the style that works best. I just have one more question. I find that most girls that wear stockings a lot, wind up wearing for their husband, or in your case, their spouse in bed. Few things are as sexy as silky stockings. I have a couple of pair of a new style. They are tulle net, very small openings and stretchy. They work great with either a garter belt or bustier, and come in multiple colors. Here look at his one. It?s a soft pink, with roses sewn into the net and a across the top. It would go excellent with pink lingerie. Do you have something like that?? I could tell she was intentionally toying with me. Asking questions that she knew I would be embarrassed to answer. But I went ahead, despite repeated blushes, to answer her so I finally wound up with about a dozen pairs, including some of the ?bedroom style?. Meanwhile, Dani had gone through a couple of sale racks, finding several pairs of pants to try on. But she also found something else. ?Hanna, honey, come here. I found the cutest little sports set. I think it would be perfect for you.? Although she had been using a feminine name for me for some time now, I cringed when I heard it out loud in the store. I gathered up my stocking packages and went to see what Dani had found. I could see she had picked out a couple of pairs of pants, but she was also holding up a top and skirt outfit in white with mint green trim. As I got next to her she held it up for me to see. ?I think it will fit you, it?s an 8, which is your size in dresses. The design is perfect for you. The top looks to be low cut and the bottom is a skirt with a built in panty. Plus it?s on sale. Here take it, and we can go back to the dressing rooms together. I found a couple of trousers that I want to try on.? The saleslady who had followed me over, offered to hold my stockings while we tried on the outfits. I dutifully went with Dani and feeling very awkward took the sports set. It seemed fairly simple, and I couldn?t quite figure out when or why I would need it, but I wasn?t going to argue with Dani in the store. Slipping off the shorts and top, I put on the outfit. Dani was right, it was low-cut. My regular bra showed above the scoop neckline, but I knew with one of my pushups, it would be okay. The bottom was very short, hitting my thighs just below my crotch. The built in panty provided the extra coverage, as it was thicker material than a normal panty. Looking at my image I realized it was the kind of outfit, you might wear for tennis or some lawn game. I heard Dani step out from her cubicle and tell me to let her see how it looked. Reluctantly, I came out. She was wearing one of the pants she was trying on and the saleslady had made it back. They both looked me over, talking as if I weren?t even a part of the decision, and agreed it looked good on me. The saleslady then pointedly asked if I had a bra suitable to wear with it. I found it difficult to answer, so I just whispered yes. Dani didn?t seem to think it was an odd question, and followed my response, saying I had several balconette style bras that would work well with the neckline. She seemed fascinated by the short skirt, and had me bend over once, I guess to be sure it didn?t show too much. When the decision had been made for me to keep the outfit, we looked at how the pants fit Dani. I thought they were too big, as they weren?t tight in the legs or across her hips like her old jeans were. But she and the saleslady thought they looked fine, a relaxed style for a more casual look. Finally, I changed clothes, we paid the bills and left. I wanted to go home, but Dani insisted we stop at a fast-food place and pick up a bite to eat, so we could concentrate when we got home on just getting ready for tonight. Although, I just had to sit in the car as we went through the drive-through, it was stressful. By now, I was beginning to worry more about the dinner. But Dani told me just to relax, that I would have fun. We ate our food with me listening to Dani lay out the plans for the rest of the day. I heard her, but my mind was filled with worries.