If the bra fits wear it Part 2
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"If the bra fits, wear it..."
My dad was always telling me I would never amount to anything. I needed
to work harder if I was going to get into a good university like him.
Some boys fight back as they have a point to prove. Other boys like me
came to accept that we did not measure up, that we did not have what it
takes, that we weren't good enough to be men like our fathers.
As well as not measuring up to my father intellectually I also did not
measure up to him physically. Dad would beat me. He would say he was
punishing me even though I hadn't done anything wrong. I remember this
happening on a few occasions so I would always fear incurring my
father's wrath. I was not only careful about what I said but what I
thought because I could hear my father's voice inside my head and my
father was therefore always with me, omniscient and omnipresent like
God.
When I hear Christians talk about "Father God" it makes me think that
they must have had a different experience of childhood from me as who
needs a religion to bring you this? I already have a relationship with
God and don't need to go to church to bring me what I already have.
I also remember being bullied at school. I had seen my Dad fight his
father and I knew that I was not a fighter. My Dad was a fighter. He
would tell me that my approach to being bullied should be to "Punch him
on the nose." Fine advice I am sure, but when you are not strong enough
and don't measure up, it's not advice you can act on. I remember my
bullies would call me a "sissy" and a "faggot" and say that I was gay.
I wasn't but I was not strong enough to fight them and would cry, as
they would say "like a girl", which only confirmed to them the names
they were calling me.
As a result of being bullied so much both by my father and by my
classmates I had a very lonely childhood and only a few friends. Mum
later told me I was very clingy and eager to please such friends as I
had because I feared being left alone. I was not really aware that I
was doing this but as a consequence of this I would be something of a
"people pleaser" which meant I would rarely say no to anything because
of my fear of being left alone.
As I grew up I came to hear of a book called "The female Eunuch" and of
the problem of patriarchy and patriarchal society and the feminist
movement. Having a similar attitude to patriarchy as my fellow
feminists I joined the feminist movement where I met Jodie on some
demonstration or other. It was love at first sight.
I did find although I considered myself a feminist I would be something
of a second class citizen at meetings as I did not have the lived
experience of being a woman. I would occasionally point out that not
all men thought or acted like the sexist pigs my fellow feminists
complained of and would feel that I had to defend my gender. I remember
once a woman explained some feminist buzzwords I didn't understand and
that one of them was "manspreading". I was told that this meant that a
lot of men would sit down in front of her with their legs wide open
effectively displaying their manhood and how gross most women found
this. I was not conscious that I would manspread as I tended to think
that I just sat down but as I looked down at myself I noticed that my
legs were slightly apart so from that moment on I would cross my legs
like the women I was sitting with.
I remember when we first met, Jodie said that she was a vegetarian but I
enjoyed meat. I thought to myself that I would get Jodie off this fad
and into eating meat eating like most vegetarians I had known. I would
subtly introduce meat into her diet. I dreamed we would have two sons
but although Jodie would bring them up I would ensure she was properly
respected as the mother of our children.
Although I was a feminist there were still some "guy" things I did. I
practised shotokan karate twice a week and would go to White Hart Lane
to watch my beloved Spurs play whenever I could. I thought as with my
meat eating I would get Jodie into karate as all she did was yoga and I
didn't think she had much basic fitness. Apparently I once passed her a
tract some Christian had given me talking about how yoga was basically a
religious practice and suggested that other exercise would be more
beneficial. I also hoped I would get Jodie into football like the other
guys girlfriends who turned up to the dojo and who travelled to the
Coach and Horses in White Hart Lane before going to the game with us.
I also enjoyed heavy metal music like Guns n Roses and Iron Maiden. I
was pleased that Jodie appeared to like the same bands as me too,
especially Meat Loaf. I liked horror films but Jodie preferred romantic
comedies.
Although I was not a religious guy Jodie was quite keen to have a white
wedding. I went along with it and we had the white wedding she dreamed
of after going to a series of wedding classes, the only thing I really
remember was a story of a nervous bride that the Vicar told me which was
that she was told that first she had to go down the aisle to the altar,
then the vicar would pronounce the banns of marriage and then they would
sing a hymn and leave. So on her big day the bride was heard to say,
"I'll alter him, I'll alter him..." as she walked down the aisle. At
the time I thought this was funny as I believed I would bring changes to
Jodie's life but I would essentially remain the same. I didn't need to
change. Now it seems that the vicar's joke was like a warning of what
lay ahead of me.
A few weeks after we got married I remember getting tickets for the
north London derby and buying Jodie a Spurs shirt. Jodie agreed to put
it on which felt like a victory to me as Jodie's Mum was a keen Arsenal
fan. By the time we had got to Seven Sisters to get the overground to
White Hart Lane Jodie was already feeling quite cold and so I bought her
a Spurs hat and scarf and gave her my coat.
We went to the Coach and Horses before the game and my friends were
surprised to see Jodie as none of their girlfriends had come and they
knew that Jodie's family were all Gooners.
By the 60th minute I was freezing and although Naybet had scored the
first goal Henry had equalised for them in the 45th minute and we were
losing 1-3. I had seen enough and we left. I heard a cheer go up as we
were going down the steps which was Defoe pulling one back but we went
on to lose 4-5. That was the last time we went to White Hart Lane
together.
We had an agreement that Jodie nearly always prepared our meals on the
basis that I agreed to wash up but if I prepared the meal she would wash
up. After a month or so Jodie bought an apron for me to wear whilst I
was washing up. She told me to close my eyes whilst she put it on me.
When I opened my eyes I was shocked as I looked down at the apron to see
there were inflatable breasts on it and it made it look like I was
wearing a French Maid's dress and fishnets and suspenders.
"I thought my maid ought to have a uniform whilst she is performing her
duties." Jodie laughed.
I curtsied and said, "Yes Madam." And Jodie laughed again.
I was pleased as a result of my cooking to get Jodie eating chicken and
didn't notice how Jodie had left me to wash up but eventually it became
a habit that I would always wash up. Jodie was into healthy eating so
she introduced plenty of fruit and vegetables into my diet. I had never
eaten yams, lentils or flaxseed before we got married and Jodie replaced
our regular milk with soy milk which she said was healthier. I didn't
know much about healthy eating so I was happy for Jodie to guide me.
Now, what I didn't know was that the "healthy foods" and even the meat
that Jodie was now eating were rich in estrogen and phytoestrogens and
were also testosterone blockers. Coupled with this Jodie was also
putting extra estrogen supplements and testosterone blocking supplements
into the fennel tea she had me drinking. Yes, after only drinking water
and alcohol my wife now had me drinking tea and coffee as I wanted to do
things together with her. She was deliberately, although I did not know
it at the time, feminising my body. Jodie had had a bad relationship
with her father and knew that I had had a similar relationship with my
father. The reason then that Jodie was doing this was to ensure I did
not, as she feared, wind up like my father.
Gradually I noticed that I was starting to develop man boobs. I assumed
this was because I was not getting enough exercise doing karate. At the
same time I wanted to do more things with Jodie and I decided I would
try yoga with her. Jodie was thrilled that I had joined her yoga class.
"Glad to see you are one of the girls now," Jodie said. "You really
ought to buy yourself a yoga outfit."
I noticed that all of the clothes in the shop was for women. Jodie held
up a matching sports bra and leggings and I blushed.
It was in a hot studio and in my first class I found myself stripping to
my shorts which made me feel quite vulnerable in a room full of women in
sports bras and leggings. I was conscious of my man boobs and felt I
ought to cover up as I was in a class mainly of women and weird though
it seemed to me at the time I wanted to dress like my classmates.
However I eventually got used to hot yoga class after a few weeks and
got used to wearing a tee shirt and shorts to class although I still had
this strange desire to wear a sports bra and leggings.
After the class I noticed the heat was causing my skin to peel. I asked
the lady who ran the class what to do and she recommended I buy myself
moisturiser.
I said, "Yoga maybe a bit of a ladies sport but I am not about to become
a tranny and start wearing make up."
"Don't be stupid, you get men's moisturiser now Peter," the teacher
said. I was amazed at how quickly she had learnt my name.
So I started using moisturiser and borrowing Jodie's, which was more
scented, on occasions when I ran out.
A few weeks after starting class I was invited to a yoga class social at
the local football ground. I learnt that it was Arsenal against my
beloved Spurs. I was excited but puzzled at it being at the local
ground until we got there and I realised that we were going to watch
the Ladies team play.
Somehow it didn't feel manly to be watching Ladies football and so I let
Jodie do all the talking. Normally I would buy things for Jodie but
this time Jodie bought me an Arsenal Ladies shirt and an Arsenal Ladies
scarf.
Arsenal Ladies were far too much for Spurs Ladies to handle and I learnt
that Arsenal Ladies were the most successful Ladies football team in the
country. We went to 3 more games that season and I remember at the last
home game Jodie told me she was pregnant.
During the pregnancy Jodie was getting sick when she cooked meat so we
would only have meat when I cooked and I felt concerned that it may be
having an adverse effect on our unborn child.
Since then we became season ticket holders at Arsenal Ladies and we now
have two teenage daughters who come to watch the football with us.
Jodie told me the other day that she had looked into medical studies
before our daughters were born to ensure that, despite the fact that I
was already growing man boobs when Susan was born, that there was
virtually no chance of us having sons.
I became a vegan when Jodie told me that the estrogen in the chicken had
contributed to the growth of my man boobs. I find I don't have time for
karate any more because of our daughters' activities and I probably do
more yoga than Jodie does these days as she doesn't have as much time to
practice as she is the breadwinner and I am a househusband or stay at
home Dad although the girls often refer to me as Mummy.
We went bra shopping yesterday. Jodie is a 34b and the girls are both
36cs. For a laugh I agreed to let the shop assistant measure me.
Apparently I was a 38d. Last night Jodie suggested we watch a film with
Meat Loaf in tonight called "The Rocky horror picture show." I don't
tend to enjoy horror films or loud music any more but I have been told
it is a romantic comedy and we are all going to go in character.
This morning I found a black lace bra with yellow cups on my side of the
dresser. I noticed it was a 38d. I asked Jodie why she had brought a
bra that was too big for her or the girls and she replied, "If the bra
fits, wear it."
I have just put it on and I like the way it holds my man boobs...
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