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My wife Jennifer had been on at me for years to do something about my
weight. She had also said we should spend more time together as we both
often worked long hours.
Jennifer was a keen Pilates student and I had noticed how she was getting
fitter than me. She was even talking about running which she was always
hopeless at and which I used to be quite good at back when I was a
university student.
I had taken up karate but the classes had stopped for the summer. I was
getting a bit disillusioned with karate as I had only got to yellow belt
in two years. Originally the class had some adults and teenage children
but lately the class had become overrun with small children and Sensei
now seemed to spend most of the lesson helping them put on their gi
properly.
Occasionally Jennifer had come to the end of a karate class after her
Pilates class to meet me and walk home together. I had suggested maybe
she ought to join me in the dojo.
Jennifer seemed to think about it for a while but said she preferred
Pilates. She said she was getting fitter doing Pilates than I was doing
karate and that the classes were more intense.
"You seem to spend half your lesson standing around," she said.
Just before Valentine's Day she said I should come to a Pilates class
with her as there was a special deal for spouses. I said, "Does knowing
Pilates help you stop a fight?"
I was quite proud of that line and joked about it with the other middle
aged guy down at the dojo, Omar, at the last session before the summer
break. Omar was far fitter and stronger than me. He was a Muslim and
whilst many people would say I was islamophobic, Omar was ok. He didn't
wear a large beard and his wife dressed in western clothes. I always
felt slightly threatened by Muslim women in their long black clothes and
would wonder if they were forced to dress like that or chose to dress
like that? Omar told me it was a choice and he sometimes thought it
would be better if western women were more modest. Instead of sharing my
joke about Pilates Omar replied, "You should try it, Jesse, it will help
you with your flexibility."
Was it Omar's words that decided it for me?
Maybe.
Since that watershed moment when I found myself in the Pilates studio
reception Jennifer has told me she thinks I am one of those passive
people to whom life happens to rather than who makes life happen, I am
underneath rather than on top as it were.
I thought about Omar's words over the summer as Jennifer got fitter and
as I sat around at home getting fatter. I had forgotten these were
Omar's words as they became my own thoughts.
So a month after Karate lessons stopped for the summer I found myself at
the Stonehouse Street studio booking myself in for the introductory offer
of ?40 for 30 days. I noticed that there were no men around and wondered
if this was a mistake..
I had read up about how I should bring a tee shirt and shorts for the
class and a towel to put on my mat. The studio would provide the mats.
I read I should also bring another towel and a change of clothing for
after the class. I also read about how it was important to eat before
the class and drink plenty of water and how I should bring some water to
drink during the class. I read that I will probably struggle with the
heat in the first class but I should try to stay in the room. If I
couldn't keep up I should lie down on my towel.
I went through to the changing rooms and was pleased to see that there
was at least a men's changing room.
In the class I then found that, whilst there were some other men, as I
expected most of the class were ladies. A few of the men and ladies were
fat like me but most of the class were almost a generation younger and
far fitter than me.
The ladies wore shorts and sports bras and were all really sexy and, the
men wore either athletics vests and shorts or just shorts. I felt like
the guy in the Eric Prydz "Call on me" video. I was definitely in the
right place.
After doing my first lesson, which I found involved me lying down on my
mat for most of the lesson, I decided I would tell Jennifer that I had
signed up at the Pilates studio.
Jennifer looked delighted, like she had proved women were superior to men
and she clearly felt validated by my choosing to participate in the more
feminine sport of Pilates whilst she avoided the childish karate classes
I had been attending. Her sport was going to be the sport we did
together.
"As you are becoming a Pilates student you should follow a Pilates diet,"
Jennifer said.
I could see the sense in that, particularly as Jennifer offered to make
my meals for me. So overnight I went from two packets of biscuits a day
and a sandwich to fish, salad, fruit and nuts.
Within a few weeks I had dropped two belt sizes.
I had also shaved my arms chest and legs as all the other guys didn't
seem hairy like me and I didn't want to look out of place.
By now I had got used to training in a feminine environment and being
told what to do by beautiful fit young women and to appreciate their
various fashionable sports bras and shorts and to read Pilates Style
magazine. The magazine was aimed mainly at women but there was a small
section for men but I found myself wishing there were more Pilates
clothes for men than the fairly boring stuff that my fellow students and
I were wearing. I am sure I said something along those lines to Jennifer
or her friend Alison.
As well as Alison who sold cosmetics, I got to know an instructor called
Lisa quite well and a Muslim lady called Amber. Amber always wore a
burqa, except in class. I used to like think women who wore burqas were
probably quite ugly but I realised that I was wrong. I found out these
three ladies were Jennifer's best friends.
We did many of the classes together.
After one of the classes as we stood in the shop with Alison and Amber
Jennifer said she was proud that I had begun to make quite a
transformation in my life.
"Would you like a sports bra and shorts? You spend so much time looking
at them," Jennifer asked.
Just then Lisa arrived.
"Don't be silly men don't dress like that!" I replied.
"I think he would look cute in a Pilates outfit" Jennifer said to her
friend Alison.
"Very funny," I said.
The karate classes started again just after I had decided to book a
year's membership for Pilates and I went to one last karate class before
deciding I would focus on Pilates now as who needed to stop a fight
anyway?
I was up late one night and found myself asleep on my mat at the start of
the class. I thought I felt someone massage my face as the instructors
sometimes do at the end of the class just as I was waking up. I noticed
I was the only guy in the class that day. Lisa, who was the instructor
said, as I was waking up, that we were going to do this morning's class
as a candlelight class to help us focus on our postures so I did not
notice what had happened to my face whilst I was asleep.
Alison had told Lisa before the class that she had a sample of a new
lipstick and mascara which would not come off for 24 hours. Amber had
suggested that for a laugh they try it on me. So as I lay sleeping the
three ladies carefully brushed my eyelashes and lips. Lisa agreed to
keep the lights off so I could not see what had been done to my face
whilst I was sleeping. Without Lisa turning the lights off I would have
seen my face in the mirror.
As things went I did not notice anything until I went to dry my hair when
I got out of the shower. I let out a girly scream as I looked at my
feminised face in the mirror. I realised I was wearing lipstick and
mascara.
"What have you done to my lips?" I shouted.
"That's Goddess 202 deep maraschino!" Alison shouted back.
"I don't care what you call it! Why am I wearing lipstick?" I shouted
back.
"We will tell anyone who asks that you wanted to," Amber replied. "But
Alison wanted a guinea pig for her new lipstick and we have all been her
guinea pigs before so it was your turn."
"Oh," I said. For a moment Amber had persuaded me there was nothing
abnormal about a man wearing lipstick.
Then I noticed that my clothes had gone.
"Hey, where are my clothes?"
At this point I had lost my opportunity to object to being Alison's
guinea pig or point out that men don't wear lipstick or even ask how to
remove it.
"I'll get you something," Lisa replied.
And I found a pair of pink and black low rise shorts (which were
obviously unmistakably feminine) and a skimpy black sports bra with
spaghetti straps thrown into the men's changing room.
"I can't wear those," I said.
"Hurry up," Lisa replied "A couple of guys are booked in the next class.
Do you want them to see you wearing your makeup? You know all the ladies
will say you put it on yourself!"
"We can't have you in the ladies changing room in just a towel but the
ladies won't mind if you are dressed like a lady," Amber said.
I didn't have time to think and I dared not think what would happen to me
if the guys saw me dressed like this so I hurriedly put on the bra and
shorts. I realised I had to tuck my manhood between my legs to make the
shorts fit better and I was surprised how the sports bra virtually gave
me breasts.
I went into the ladies changing room for the first time since I was a
little boy going swimming with my mother.
Alison led me like a mother by the hand to the mirror and said "As your
make up won't come off for 24 hours we are going to have to get you
looking like a lady." She sat me down and then started applying brown
and gold eyeshadow to my top eyelids before I could think to object.
Amber found a nail polish that matched my lips and I just sat there as
Alison applied foundation and finished making up my face and Amber
painted my toe and fingernails.
I realised how in trying to fit in with the other men my shaving my
chest, arms and legs had made it easier for the ladies to feminise me.
"I can't go outside dressed like this," I said, hoping they would let me
out of the studio looking like a man again. "Everyone will know I am a
man."
Alison got out some hair extensions and by now even I realised that I
looked more like a lady than a man.
I watched Jennifer arrive in the mirror and get undressed and go through
to the studio. She did not recognise me. Maybe I would pass as a woman
after all?
Next Amber produced a burqa to cover my face and body and led me over to
the mirror. The only part of me I could see was my eyes and with the
mascara and eyeshadow they looked like a woman's eyes.
"Now, no-one will know you are a man and you can come shopping with us
while you wait for your wife to join us for lunch," Alison told me.
"Hey, what are we going to call Jesse?" Lisa asked.
"Duh!" replied Alison. "It's not like Jessie is a girl's name is it?
Will we have to think of another girl's name for Jessie?"
"Very funny," said Lisa.
So, now I was leaving my Pilates studio as Jessie the Muslim woman in a
burqa. Quite the transformation for an islamophobic man who used to
think of Pilates as a woman's sport.
As we stepped outside Amber and I were both dressed in burqas and Lisa
and Alison were dressed in western clothes. A white woman spat in my
face and said, "Why don't you fuck off back to Pakistan? Do you chose to
dress like that or are you forced to?"
I replied, "Sister, why are you abusing me? Don't you realise it is
liberating to wear a burqa? Aren't you tired of men looking at your body
and asking you for sex? You should wear a burqa too."
I was repeating arguments I had heard before but had not really believed
but now I had to make every effort to sound like I believed them so this
racist woman who had just spat in my face would not want to know why I
was wearing a burqa.
I don't know if the woman believed me but I was surprised to find that
following this confrontation Alison and Lisa had both decided that they
wanted to buy burqas and so within 30 minutes we were now four women in
burqas waiting in the local caf? for my wife. It was funny how I was
feeling like one of the girls as we all sat round in our burqas.
Alison then looked me in the eyes and said, "Jessie, Jennifer has already
failed to recognise you once. How about a bet? Let's bet that if
Jenifer cannot recognise you again that you must come to classes as a
woman for the next week."
"How could she recognise me in a burqa?" I replied.
"I know," said Amber "What about we tell Jennifer that one of the people
in this caf? is not wearing clothes either he or she would normally wear?
BUT you must sit like me so as not to make it obvious. If Jennifer picks
you, you can change back to being a man as soon as you want but if she
doesn't but picks either Alison, Lisa or me you will come to class as a
woman tomorrow. If Jennifer thinks it's someone else in the caf? other
than one of us four you can also change back to being a man as soon as
you want."
So the bet was agreed and Jennifer arrived.
She picked out Lisa.
Lisa took off her burqa and then introduced Jennifer to the new student -
Jessie.
"What my Jesse?" Jennifer laughed taking a mouthful of coffee
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am," I replied.
Jennifer spat it out over the table in shock.
"Amber, you have got my islamophobic husband into a burqa! A bet is a
bet. I will wear a burqa for a week at least. Knowing you girls Jessie
has also lost a bet too hasn't she?"
The girls told Jennifer about my week ahead as a woman. Jennifer was
excited to see what I looked like under the burqa and liked the idea of
her previously outwardly macho islamophobic husband coming to realise his
true submissive Islamic feminine self.
Sitting in the caf? dressed in a burqa was fun but what had I let myself
in for?
So after coffee we went back to the burqa shop and I found myself buying
a several burqas for Jennifer and I as she had conveniently forgotten her
purse.
Then we were off to Ann Summers were I bought my first bras and panties,
some waist clinchers, some corsets and a whole load of hosiery. Dressed
in a burqa I was quite comfortable lingerie shopping where previously I
would have been bright red and wanted to get out of the shop as quickly
as possible.
Next was a shoe shop visit and the girls insisted on me buying a minimum
of four pairs of shoes with no less than three inch heels and at least
one six inch pair. With the postures we do in Pilates it didn't take me
long to master walking in heels.
By the time we had finished shopping I was out of beer money for the
month and had a whole new wardrobe. At the time, as we had just finished
our shopping trip, I thought I would get back to being a normal man one
day but by the time I wore my first bra, suspender belt and fishnets that
evening I knew that I would never be the same again.
Jennifer loved how I looked in lingerie and I loved the sexy feeling of
wearing it.
Lisa sent me out of class the following week because she explained that
whilst sports bras and shorts were ok, corsets and fishnets were
distracting for the men in the class.
I wear a sports bra and shorts now and Jennifer and I are known as the
only lesbian couple in the class. We both wear burqas outside class and
few of the ladies who join our Pilates group don't eventually decide to
wear a burqa to class. It's funny how men seem to join the classes but a
few months later disappear as the burqa shop gets more and more orders on
men's credit cards.
Vicky
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