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I guess I got used to getting away with it. No one seemed to notice. I mean really, there were only subtle differences in how they were cut, or designed. The brands were a giveaway, but who looked that close? So I was really surprised when everything came crashing down and I was trapped. Well at least caught, maybe not trapped. For me, it was just a way of letting a little of my hidden self, come out. I had dressed when I was younger, but that was years ago. I loved the pretty, feminine clothes that appealed to me, but I kept that hidden. So to express my inner feminine self, I began to wear women's clothes every day, openly. But they weren't the kind of clothes that caught people's eye, were they? It all started so simply. I was shopping, mostly window shopping for girls clothes. I did it online often and occasionally in person. This time, I was looking at panties. Lovely lace trimmed, tiny things in pretty pastels or vibrant primary colors. I was always amazed at how designers came up with new looks or styles. I guess that explained why I had already bought so many pairs over the years for my wife. But while I was looking, I noticed a package of rather plain cotton panties. They were in solid colors, three to a pack. Normally, I wouldn't even give them a second glance, as they weren't overly feminine colors, didn't have any lace or bows, or sheer sections, and were a standard bikini cut. But what caught my eye was that they were essential like the male briefs I wore every day, except they didn't have a seamed pouch in front. Male briefs either had a fly front or a pouch-like modification to accommodate the penis and testicles. I hated fly fronts, as I wore small brief styles and it was just as easy to pull down the front to pee. Having an opening in such a small brief seemed silly. Now it was even less necessary to have them in my underwear, as I had taken to sitting to pee at almost every occasion. I also had to admit that a shaped pouch like cup was not needed either. I had decided to tuck myself and had gotten quite used to having my balls inside me and my small penis pulled back between my legs. Thus, a pouch was just extra unused fabric. So the panties in the pack would fit my needs perfectly. On a whim, I picked up two packs, in size 6. That's one thing I had learned over the years, is what I wore in women's sizes. One package was a collection of basic colors, white, black, and gray. The other was slightly more colorful, dark blue, light blue, and blue poke-a-dots. I had similar colors in my normal briefs, except for the dots. I had other designs, so I convinced myself this pair would go unnoticed. At home, I unwrapped them. They fit as well as they looked. The only thing I needed to do was cut out the inner tag that read size 6. Other than that, the name tag on the outside was a brand that catered to men and women. I felt okay about that. I put them in my underwear drawer, thinning out some of my older, more worn male briefs. Over the next two weeks, I wore my new panties. They fit really nice, especially with my constant tucked profile. I loved how they hugged my ass and with my cock out of the way, I actually had a nice fem looking mound in front. I would love to replicate a pair of labia, a show of camel toe, but I couldn't create that much of a real look. Overall I was pleased with my purchase. I felt even better after they were all returned to my drawer, without any comment from my wife, Laura, who normally handled our laundry, with occasional help from our daughters if they were home from school. My success in this area of integrating women's clothes, openly into my wardrobe prompted me to look at other options for expanding my fem wear. Luckily, I had lost some weight so I had the opportunity to buy some new things. First, I needed some new jeans. Rather than get my normal, semi-baggy, 'relaxed fit' style that I needed when I was heavier, I decided to try a new, slimmer fit. Again, rather than buy my normal brand of jean, I looked online to locate some female styles that might fit and would not be overly noticeable. For example, no bling designs on the rear pockets or styles that lacked rear pockets all together. I wanted a slimmer profile, but more straight, than a super slim legging look. I did find some stretch style, straight leg that fit close to the legs and the only identifiers were the inner labels and a small swan logo stitched over the front pocket. Otherwise, you wouldn't think they were a women's jean. I found out online that the styles I wanted were available at a local department store. I went there, looked around and picked out a couple of sizes in the color I wanted. Along with a pair of male jeans, I took them into the dressing room to check the fit. The size 10 was too loose, but the next smaller size fit well. The stretch fabric molded itself to me, and gave me a narrow silhouette. They also looked okay to me, a little narrow in the leg, but not a legging. Plus, I loved the fact that I fit in a size 8, too. So I bought one pair, hid them among the male jeans in my closet and actually wore them several times without notice. Since I wore my shirts untucked, the swan logo remained hidden, so I felt safe. I did have a close call so to speak, when my wife noticed my jeans one day and asked about the fit. My daughter Cassie, piped up that they look good, not too baggy like my usual ones. I smiled at her because she was more into fashion than her sister, Janie. I added that because I lost weight I stopped buying 'relaxed fit'. That seemed to settle the issue. After wearing them a few times, I bought a second pair in a lighter denim color. Although these clothes weren't really much different than my guy clothes, I loved the idea that they were in fact women's wear. I secretly began looking at other items to add to my wardrobe. At night, I didn't sleep in pajamas, preferring just a pair of boxer shorts. So I looked around until I found some girl's flannel PJ shorts, no fly, 3- inch inseam, with a ribbon tie in front. They came in a variety of colors, including a cute blue plaid, so not overly feminine and although they were part of a collection that featured a feminine lace- trimmed camisole and a long-sleeve oversized outer top, I could buy them separately. Soon I was wearing these at night, in bed, with my wife. No problems again. I bought a couple more of the shorts, one in a similar plaid, but a peach color and another in a poke-a-dot red. With these successes, I continued to look for more clothes. What I wanted to do now, was wear a complete outfit. Since I had jeans and panties, I looked for tops, socks, and shoes. Of course, they had to be androgynous in nature, but they had to be women's brands. The tops were easiest, as there were many chain department stores that had their own brand names that featured both men's and women's wear under the same label. I found a couple of t-shirts, with slightly shorter sleeves than men wore with scoop necklines in soft pastel colors. I paired those with blouses that were a similar color, but a darker shade or in a matching plaid. I was a little worried about these, as I knew women's blouses buttoned on the opposite side from men's and the different details of women's t-shirts were more noticeable from guys' tops. But I put them in my closet and dresser. I first wore them with men's clothes, under a sweater or with a turtleneck. I felt better about them once they made it through the wash and were returned to me. Socks could be easy, as many were identical to men's or at most had more feminine trim colors, like pink. To start, I bought a couple pairs of athletic socks, the type that stay below the ankle so they remain hidden from view. There are men styles of these, of course, but the ones I bought had bands across the toes in gray, lilac, and light pink. Once these went through the wash with no comment, I looked for more. I really wanted sheer knee highs, but I settled for some that featured a cable-knit design in white and shades that matched my blouses. It took me a while to get the courage to wear these, but once I did with no comments, I began to get even more emboldened. Shoes were the last hurdle. I had researched them for a while before deciding that a couple of brands were the best choices. Of course, all the major athletic manufactures produced shoes for both sexes. That would be an easy buy, the main difference being brighter, more flamboyant colors for the women's running shoes. I bought a cute pair in teal, bright purple, with a vibrant yellow background. Garish for a guy, but I wore them to walk in and no one said anything. These were fine for exercise, but I also wanted some shoes to wear around the house or to run errands. For sneakers, I had decided on an older brand, Keds that made now only kids and women's shoes. I found a pair of simple lace-ups in a plain gray. Only the small label would give away the fact that these were not men's shoes, at least I thought so. I knew there were some men's brands that were similar in style, so I went for it. The first time I wore them to go to the grocery, I was nervous. But I soon found that no one noticed. The last pair were for going out to dinner, or something where I needed a leather shoe. For this, I looked a long time online until I found a cute loafer, with a small half-inch heel. They were very similar to men's but with a little scalloped detail across the toe. Luckily, my feet were small, as I wore a men's eight, so a women's nine fit just fine. Now I could dress completely in women's clothes and still look reasonable for a man. I played around with a few other details, like belts, a smaller, less bulky wrist watch, a few necklaces, and rings. Again, not a word was said, other than an occasional compliment or question from the girls or my wife. My wife, seemed to like my new things. She even asked once when we were getting ready to go out to dinner, why I wasn't wearing my new loafers. I smiled and changed to them before we left. To date I hadn't made any significant changes to my body appearance. I had slowly let my hair get longer, just asking the stylist where I got my hair cut, to just trim an inch or so off the ends when I went to get a haircut. After a few months, it was down almost to my shoulders, although I normally kept it slicked back behind my ears with some gel. My biggest step in this area involved pierced ears. I had wanted them for a long, long time. If I saw another man with them, I'd comment or ask my wife what she thought. Generally, she liked their appearance. So not long, after I had fully integrated my girl's outfits into my wardrobe, I decided to check her out. "Laura, do you think I would look good with pierced ears?" "Maybe, are you thinking of single piercings or two per ear?" "Umm, I guess just one." "Well, I like having two. It gives you more choices for accessorizing. I mean, you can have two solitaire earrings, or a couple of hoops, in different sizes or a long dangling one with a short one. But if you're not sure, just get one. You know Janie tried pierced ears and never liked them. That's the good thing, they heal up quickly, so you can remove the earrings and they disappear. But if you do like having earrings, you can always get another set of holes, like Cassie and me." With that, she leaned over and kissed my cheek, lightly fingering my ear lobe. "You have nice lobes, plenty of room for holes. When you get them done, just tell the technician to make them low on the ear, that way you can add another later if you wish. Maybe even three holes, you would look nice with them. If you're going back to see Bonnie any time soon for a trim, she can do them for you." With that, it was settled. I was finding out it was pretty easy to move toward a more androgynous, or even slightly feminine look without complications. I guess it wasn't as noticeable as I had imagined and admitted to myself, it was mostly the idea of dressing as a female that I found attractive. When it came time for my next haircut, I called ahead to be sure they could do my ears. Once in her chair, Bonnie was very chatty as she cut the split ends from my hair. She told me because I had been taking such good care of it, using a good shampoo and conditioner that she only needed to trim about a half inch. She raved about how good my hair was looking. She liked the color, a nice honey blonde, she called it, but told me I really needed to put a few highlights in it. That would make it seem deeper and more natural. As she had done before, she told me I should also look at a few hair styles and let her put some shape into my hair. Even just layering it would look better than the simple look I had now and bangs would be perfect complement to my face. But I just told her, I'd think about it and maybe next time. When she was finished, she talked to me about my ears and we decided where to put the holes in my earlobes. It went quickly, with little pain and after she explained how to keep them clean, I paid the bill and left. Walking to my car, I loved the feel of them and knew it would be hard to let them heal before trying some different styles. At home, Laura seemed pleased that I went ahead and got my ears done. She told me I was getting to be quite the fashion hound. The rest of the week I wore nothing but feminine clothes and we ended the week with a dinner at a nice restaurant. I was looking forward to upcoming events. First, because it was fall and getting cooler, I was already doing some window shopping for women's sweaters and maybe even a nice coat. I just wished I could buy some high-heel boots. I knew it would probably be best to wait until after Thanksgiving to really shop, as I could get some good Christmas sales. Plus, my own birthday was only a couple of weeks away. This year, it coincided with fall break for both my daughters, which meant we could have a nice family celebration. So, I put my desire to expand my feminine wardrobe on the back burner. I did hope that I might get some hoop earrings as a gift, as my holes would be healed enough by then to change out earrings. Finally, my birthday arrived. Janie and Cassie had gotten home the day before and I loved having the house full of the noise and activity their presence created. Laura had baked a small cake for me and I had chosen a small, trendy restaurant for my birthday dinner. I figured I would wear at least a pair of my panties and my women's loafers, as part of my birthday outfit. Because it was a really sought after restaurant, we had to make our reservation for the day after my actual birthday, but that was okay by me. I mainly wanted to spend time with my family as I had missed the girls with them being off at college. So on my birthday, we decided to just get pizza delivered, open my presents, and have cake. The next day we would go out to eat and finish the celebration by going to the theater for a play. We had finished the pizza and Cassie had me sit down in the living room, in the big leather chair with an ottoman in the middle of the room - our gift-receiving throne - she had always called it. As I waited, the women brought in my presents. They put them in a pile on the ottoman. I was shocked at the number and size of some of the presents. "What's this? There are way too many presents here. You shouldn't have gone to this much trouble. I mean, I appreciate the sentiments but this looks like more gifts than normal. You should have saved some for Christmas. Girls, I hope you didn't spend too much?" "Don't worry dad, we stayed within our budget. Besides, we never tell you how much we appreciate all you do for us. So we wanted to go all out. Just enjoy." "Yes, Gene, don't you know not to look a gift horse in the mouth? I talked about all our choices with the girls, so we would get the most for our money. Relax for once." "Okay, okay, I get it and thanks. You're the best family, ever." "Dad, open mine first. They're the pile here." Janie put a stack of three presents at the front edge of the ottoman. They were all nicely wrapped in a pretty paper of mixed pastels with silver bows. I wasn't sure, but they were done so well that they looked store wrapped. Anyway, I took the top present. It had a small card attached. Opening the card and reading it first, it made me smile: 'Hope you enjoy wearing these, as much as did shopping for them'. I thanked her again, and began to unwrap the present. Taking off the top, I lay back the light tissue paper covering the item inside. Immediately, I saw that it was a sweater, in a soft mint green pastel that matched one of my blouses. It was a rather loose-weave, bulky style. As I lifted it out of the box though I saw it was trimmed with a wide band of white lace all around the bottom hem. A second sweater, in a different style and in a soft peach was also in the box. The way it was folder in the box, let me see that it was similarly trimmed in lace. I wasn't sure I was seeing this right, but I glanced up at Janie, then over at Laura and Cassie. I felt the blood drain from my face and my throat tighten. It was a woman's sweater. Were my earlier efforts not as hidden as I had thought? "Don't you love them? The colors match some of your blouses, but the cute trim sets it apart. I think they should fit, but you can try them on later and take it back if you need be, as they have smaller and larger sizes in the same color and style. Open another one." Janie's bubbly enthusiasm indicated that she was proud of her selection and although I was shocked by the design, the way everyone just seemed to think it was okay confused me. Didn't they think it was too feminine for a man? Plus she called my pastel shirt a blouse, which worried me more. I was getting really nervous now. I didn't want to hurt her feelings. But I had to I speak up, my voice cracking a little from my nervousness. "Yes I see it should match. It will be nice since it is getting cooler. Thanks for the thought, honey. Although, I think it might be too frilly for me, you know, with the way it is trimmed. I guess I can try it on to see how it looks." She just smiled back, and a quick glance around indicated that they heard my mild protest. I wanted to be clear that I was uncomfortable with how feminine it looked. That way it would give me some deniability for having worn women's clothes before. As they watched, I started opening the second present, a little hesitant of what might be in there. It was another sweater in a different style, in a rich raspberry color. The smooth, soft fabric had to be cashmere. The style was a cowl neck design and the sleeves looked to be shorter than I would have expected. Were they an elbow length? Embedded in the fabric were small rhinestone-like jewels in a light pink. They created a sparkle around the cuffs and below the cowl neckline similar to bracelets and a necklace. This was definitely a woman's sweater, but Janie again was so exuberant about her gift I had to smile. "This is a nice color and it feels so soft. Is it cashmere?" "Yes, it is. You'll love how it feels when you wear it. I know it is a brighter color than you normally wear, but I wanted you to see that pastels aren't the only colors you can have. The sparkly touch is so unique too. I think after you open some of the other presents, you'll really like it." I was definitely worried now. Cashmere was a fabric that basically only women wore and the color and trim were very feminine too. The presents were not what I expected at all and they seemed to indicate that my previous purchases of women's wear may not have been so subtle after all. The third present more or less confirmed that, as it contained a sheer white blouse, with pearl buttons, and lace trimmed cuffs and collar. I just looked at it, and found it hard to speak now, as I was both embarrassed and scared. What did this mean and how would I deal with being found out? I looked over at them, deciding I had to protest this for sure. "Janie this is very pretty, but wouldn't it be better suited for your mother? I don't think this is my style, as it is so feminine. But I do appreciate you taking the time to look for something different." Janie seemed undeterred by my response, and handed me one more present, a small box. It wasn't wrapped but had a light blue ribbon on it. After I removed the ribbon and took off the top, I saw it had jewelry in it. Two pairs of pearl earrings, one a simple pearl stud and the other, an elongate teardrop style, and what looked to be a matching pearl necklace, short enough to be a choker style. I lightly fingered the earrings. "Mom said you'd be about ready to wear other kinds of earrings and I wanted something to match the white blouse. I know they are all kind of dressy, but the holidays are coming up and they'll be opportunities to wear things like this. Won't you at least try it on for me?" I looked up at Janie, her face filled with a big smile. I was so nervous, and becoming embarrassed by how open she was about giving me woman's clothes. I had no idea that anyone suspected what I had been doing. Now I wasn't sure at all. Was it that plain and not a secret? I couldn't think of anything to do but say thanks and give her a hug. We looked at each other, her grinning and me in shock more or less. Without asking, Janie reached over and began to remove my gold stud earring. It slid out of my ear easily, as the hole had healed properly. She put in the box and took out the long dangling pearl earring, replacing the gold stud with it. She repeated the process with the other one. Sitting back, she turned to the others. "Looks great doesn't it? I think long earrings fit his face perfectly. Of course, it would be better if paired with the matching pearl solitaire. Dad, you've got to have Bonnie put a second hole in each ear." But before anything else was said, Cassie spoke up. "Okay, quit hogging the show. Time for my presents. Here open this one first." I turned toward her, as Janie sat back in her chair. As I moved I could feel the long earrings swaying in my ears and brushing against my cheek as I leaned forward. Cassie handed me a small present wrapped just like the last one I had opened. It was clearly jewelry too. I took off the top and looked inside. There were five pairs of hoop earrings of various sizes and colors. Two were very large, one in gold and one in silver with a deep red inset running through the center of the loop. At first glance, it appeared to be a match for my new cashmere sweater. The other hoops were smaller, but with some type of design, one was a twisted metal look, for example, that literally sparkled. Another was a band of black metal that looked like lace. For each hoop, there was a single stud that matched in color and style. I looked up at her, knowing again that these were definitely woman's earrings. "I love hoop earrings and am sure you'll like wearing them too. I went ahead and got the matching studs, since Mom was convinced you'd get another piercing in each ear. Seeing how nice the pearls look, I'm positive you need another one. They are a good brand, hypo-allergenic and will last a long time. It's important to buy quality jewelry, if for no other reason, than you might have to share them." She laughed when she said this, and I remembered how her and Laura traded earrings all the time. I sat there stunned, but she didn't seem to notice and handed me a second present. This one was large and wrapped in a pretty peach color with a contrasting ribbon and bow. I slowly unwrapped, anxious about what might be inside. When I took off the top, I was relieved, at first that it looked like jeans. But when I lifted them up, they looked peculiar. They were a regular denim color, dark with lighter streaks, but what stood out was that they had matching sets of buttons on either side of where the fly normally was. It was missing on this pair, which gave them a nautical look, like a jean version of sailor pants. I held them up and saw that they had flared legs, again a sort of sailor style. They also lacked rear pockets and had a hidden side zip to replace the fly front, confirming that they were a woman's pair of jeans. Before I could speak, Cassie piped in. "Aren't they adorable? I saw them advertised in Glamour, they were identified as one of the latest trends for winter. Apparently, at some of the Paris fashion shows, the sailor look was really hot. These also featured stretch fabric and a slimming panel in front. The brand suggests buying a size smaller than what you normally wear, so I got you a 6." I was incredulous now, as there was no doubt that my secret had been outed. I guess the surprise, confusion, and even embarrassment was obvious on my face. Cassie smiled even broader, shot a quick glance at her mom, before continuing. "I mean, I assumed your normal size pant was an eight. That's what your girls' jeans were that you put in the wash. I know that brand fits pretty true to form, as I have a few pairs. I really like how they stretch and mold to your body. But you can try these on later and we can exchange them if we need to. Check out the rest of your gift first." I put down the sailor jeans and looked in the box. Remaining were two more pants. These were also jeans, but in different colors. A closer look and I saw they were in fact the same brand and style of jeans I had bought for myself, only these were a light pink and a bright green. I felt so trapped. It was clear that my daughters and wife had noticed my selections. My secret was out. I gingerly lifted up each pair of pant. A quick glance confirmed they were in my size, as Cassie had mentioned. As I looked at each pair, Janie spoke. "Cassie and I got together on our gifts. The pink jeans will go great with your new cashmere sweater and the green ones should match your pastel items. You can make a couple of nice outfits with these." I was holding up one pair of jeans, sort of hiding behind them. I was in a daze, not sure what to say or how to react. Before I had to decide, Cassie pushed another present into my lap. I put down the jeans and slowly unwrapped it. I was sure it contained some more women's things. But what? The answer shocked me more than any other items. Inside were two skirts. I held the first in my hands, reluctant to take it out of the box. I could see it was a black, pretty short, skater style skirt. It had a rear zip and a built in belt, giving it a sort of casual look. I forced a smile on to my face as I lifted it enough so I could see the second one below it. This one was a charcoal gray, belt-less, and appeared to a pencil style as it was a little longer than the first. It had a side zip, I assumed so both front and back would mold smoothly over the body. I had looked at the sizes, both were eight. As I stared, I heard Cassie speak up. "We guessed you'd be an eight like your pants, but if you want we can go try on a smaller size at the store. Mom suggested we get you something a little basic in color that could go with a lot of colors or styles. I think the gray skirt will be perfect with the white blouse Janie gave you. I know you've not worn skirts before, but I really like them as they can be so versatile. Once you get accustomed to them, I think you might even prefer them over pants. With your legs, you should look really cute in skirts. Plus you can accessorize with patterned tights in the winter and sheer hose in the summer." I was so shocked and felt really uneasy, like I was going to pass out or throw up. I had no energy, but did mumble out a reply. "Thank you sweetie. They look real nice, I guess I can try some of this stuff on to be see if they fit, as long as you won't be hurt if they don't look good on me. I must say I'm so surprised at the selections you girls made. I mean, they aren't appropriate for a man to wear some of these styles, especially a skirt." I stopped not knowing what else to say. As the silence grew, Laura picked up her stack of boxes and moved them toward me. "Well, we can judge how you look when you try everything on. Sometimes, clothes look better and even more appropriate once you have them on. But open my presents first." She smiled and placed her hand on mine to give it a quick squeeze. A sort of reassuring move. My heart was racing now, as I had never imagined such a scene in my life. I just looked at her, again in a daze. As I starred, Laura selected a box from my pile and gave it to me. It was flat, and wrapped in pink, with white hearts for a design. Laura remained close to me, perched on the edge of her seat. I removed the white ribbon and took the top off the box. I flushed immediately as I recognized the plaid pattern of the items in the box, one in blue and one in peach. The design matched the flannel shorts I had bought to sleep in. The items were the coordinating pieces that matched the shorts, the lace trimmed camisole and the large shirt-style nightdress. Looing closer, beneath the first ones, I saw the same set in a light pink decorated with white snowflakes. I swallowed, looking at them and trying to decide what to do. Laura made the choice for me. "I thought you might enjoy these. You seem to wear your little sleep shorts almost every night. With it getting colder, you'll need to wear a top and the matching camisole will be just about right when you're under the covers. The over-shirt will allow you to come down for coffee or read the paper without getting dressed. They had a sale on them, so I picked up another set in a cute winter motif. This way you'll always have one to wear if the others are in the wash. I'm pretty sure it will all fit, but like the girls said we can try everything on after you open all your packages. Here do this one next." I just looked at her astonished at how casual she was about giving me a woman's sleep set. I decided to just open the other presents while I tried to think of the proper response, to defend myself and deny that I wanted to wear such overtly feminine clothes. I had no response in mind, so I just went on autopilot and began to open the large box, red with black ribbon. With each box, it seemed I was being pushed further down the road, so I was worried what was in this one. When I looked, I saw a red blazer, with double row of black buttons. It was styled like a woman's jacket and in a boucle material. There was more than just a jacket too. Tucked inside of the blazer was a black blouse, with a lace overlay. As I lifted it up, I saw it was sleeveless, a mock-neck with sheer lace panel across the upper bust, back and shoulders. Also underneath the jacket was a skirt in the same color and fabric as the jacket. It featured two rows of buttons as well and seemed to be extremely short. I felt like I was going to pass out. I looked at Laura who just remained passive and smiled back at me. The silence was broken by Cassie, who seemed the most excited by the whole event. "We thought you might like a complete outfit, check out the shoe box." She pointed to a wrapped shoe box. Again, I got it and opened it. By now, I was numb, so I didn't react dramatically to seeing a pair of high-heel pumps, in red suede, and tucked into the box, some pantyhose, sheer to the waist, in an off black. It was, as she said, a complete outfit. I slowly picked up a shoe, turning in my hand. I wasn't surprised to hear Cassie continue. "Don't worry, it might look kind of high, but you'll find that they're pretty easy to get used to wearing. Once you see how nice they make your legs look, you may abandon flats like your low-heel loafers, unless you are doing a lot of walking." There was but one box left, so without comment I went to it. When I opened it and laid back the interior tissue paper, I inhaled sharply, as I was so shocked. The box contained a suite of panties. Not the simple cotton style I had worn, but ones more like what I had coveted when I window shopped. There were seven pairs, all with some sort of lace trim or a bow. A couple were small, string bikini styles. Basically just triangles of fabric in front and back, linked by a lace trimmed string. One was a soft yellow and the other a rich caramel color in a soft nylon. Two more were a style that was technically bigger, with more fabric, but the fabric was sheer with small rosebuds sprinkled across the sheer fabric. One of these was black and the other rich red. The last panties were perhaps the most shocking. They were thongs, one in all lace in a bright pink and two in satin with lace for a waistband. The styles, colors, and decorations on these underwear were definitely woman's panties, no ambiguity at all. I felt my face glowing red, and couldn't bring myself to look up from the box. As I stared I heard my wife. "Gorgeous aren't they? I thought I'd get you a variety, so you can see if any one style is your favorite. As you know, I don't particularly like thongs, but the girls swear by them. So I got you some too. Go ahead and lift up the tissue paper, there is more below your new panties." I did as she asked, without responding or even looking up. I lifted up the tissue paper, with the panties still inside, and put it down on the ottoman. This revealed more lingerie, bras specifically. I felt like my heart stopped beating and everything slowed down to a halt as I stared at them. They obviously matched the panties, one for each panty, in the same color, style or fabric. Two that matched the string bikinis and two that matched the thongs were simple fabric and lace, no underwire, padding or foam shaping to the cups. I guess you'd call them more a bralette than a full bra. I could see how they would fit and hold my small, natural boobs. Wearing them would be more symbolic than functional, as they were designed for small breasted women. The other three bras, however, featured large, deep cups. I quickly glanced at one label at the back of the band on one bra. It read 36 D. I knew Laura was at most a B-cup. She would have filled out the first style nicely. But these looked more appropriate for Janie and Cassie, both of whom had large busts. I just stared at the bras, transfixed. Finally I had to inhale, as I realized I had actually been holding my breath. I wasn't sure what to do or say. I was afraid to even touch them, as if they were too hot to handle. Finally, I decided to speak out. I couldn't just let them be this bold about my secret desires. But when I spoke it seemed to make it worse. "Well this is surprising. I don't see how these are right, I mean they aren't even the same size. Plus why would I even need such things?" I had hardly finished my observation, when Cassie spoke up. "It was my idea to mix your sizes. We're pretty sure the bralettes will fit perfectly, based on your blouse sizes and what mom told us about your frame. I think once you try one on, you'll love how the soft material molds itself to your bosom. It just seems right to have something hold and support you. I know when I started to develop, I loved the wire-free comfort of my first bras. Of course, once you develop more, you need stronger support. I suggested we get you a couple of bras, with underwire and shaped cups, so you can experience both situations. Mom told us, that you'd love a bust similar to what we have." At this point, my wife spoke up. It was clear that this was a collaborative effort. "Now we know you don't have your own breasts to fill these bras, but we got you the next best thing." She handed me another box, forcing me to put down the one with the lingerie. That also forced me to look at my tormentors, they sat they grinning as if they had given the best presents in the world. I still was trying to figure out, how to escape this nightmare. I had no intentions of wearing these things in front of my wife and certainly not my daughters. But I took the box. It had a dark pink bow on a plain light pink box. I had an inkling of what might be inside, so I reluctantly opened it. As I feared, staring back at me from the box were two silicon breast forms, complete with dark pink nipples that were amazing similar to my own. They seemed huge, curving upward from the recessed plastic holding them in place, the nipples poking out even higher. "Cassie thought you should have ones that gave you a C-cup, like us. But I said it would be more realistic if you were bigger, like Grandma and Auntie Jean. So we bought a size that should fill out a D-cup. When you wear your red suit, the skirts or the pretty blouses, you can wear these. The wire-free bras you can wear every day. Isn't that a good idea?" I glanced over at Janie. I was surprised she was the one who had argued for a larger size, as she often complained about being so big, wishing she took after her mom's side of the family rather than the women on my side. In any case I felt like I had to protest, to try to save my dignity one more time. "I must say this is totally unexpected. I can't understand why you think this is something that would be appropriate for me. I mean, the lingerie is all so pretty and I admit it would look great, on Laura. But they just aren't my style, not even close. The idea of using breast forms is also hard to fathom. I know you all love being women and think it is wonderful, but I am a man. I need to do things as men do, and wearing these kind of things is not being a man. So I truly appreciate all the effort you made to arrange such an encompassing array of birthday gifts. But given that they aren't right for me, I'll have to decline your lovely presents. I'm sure we can take them back and get refunds or exchange everything for something more appropriate." I sat back in the chair, my heart racing. I hoped I was convincing in my refusal of their gifts. Although I enjoyed dressing, subtly, as a woman, I could not imagine doing so if my family knew of my desires. I felt I was persuasive enough that my case would be strong. I felt good knowing, I had somehow managed to act both surprised and shocked at what they had bought me. I hoped I had salvaged my pride and dignity despite how close I had come to being totally revealed. That is, I felt good until Cassie laughed. "Oh, Daddy, you can be so silly sometimes! Do you think we really didn't notice? That you were somehow keeping this secret from us?" "Dear, I have to admit that Cassie is right. You put everything right in front of us, in plain sight. Maybe you thought that the pretty things you were choosing to wear would not be so obvious, but in truth it was pretty clear." "Yes, when Cassie and I came home that first weekend and we did the laundry, we found out. When I sorted out the clothes from the dryer and put those cute polka dot panties in Mom's pile that started it all. She saw them and said they weren't hers, that they were something you had worn. I looked at Cassie and laughed. I told Mom that they were the same style and brand that we wore occasionally. Most of the time, we want prettier styles, in nylon, maybe something cute or even sexy. But every so often, about once a month to be exact, we like to wear a plain cotton panty. Ones that can be bleached if need be, to make sure any stains get removed. So she and I have the same style and brand as that one, only in plain white. When we looked further, at the rest of your panties, we saw they were all the same, except they were missing the little tag inside that gave the size. All the panties, except one. It still had the tag with Size 6. I guess you missed one. That's how we knew what size you wore." "Then we looked at some of the other things, Mom said you had bought for yourself after you lost weight. It was quickly clear that you had begun to buy girl's clothes. The jeans, were a style I had worn in high school, although in a bright color and Mom still had a pair like them in white. Janie saw your new shirts were in fact blouses and the matching tees had feminine touches. Once they were laid out, I even knew which department store you bought them at, as I remembered the display. That's why we knew where to find the matching sweaters we got you. It didn't take much more detective work to find your shoes, socks, and jewelry were all women's designs or products." "The clincher for me was when you asked about earrings. I had seen you let your hair grow out but hadn't really put it all together until you mentioned getting your ears pierced. After that I noticed how often you wore complete female ensembles. Don't you remember that time, I asked you why you weren't wearing your cute little loafers? The ones with the low heels? You scurried back to the bedroom and came out with them, all smiles. I knew then that you were dying to wear women's clothes. So I talked to the girls and we decided to give you what you really wanted for your birthday, instead of some stuffy tie, sports coat, or tool." "It wasn't surprising, when we looked back at it. You must not have realized how things get examined when we do the laundry. Laid out, being sorted, it is pretty easy to compare clothes side-by-side. So your new purchases fit right in, with our clothes. When we found out, at first, we kind of giggled about it. I mean our Dad wearing the same kind of panties we did. But after we saw how far you had gone, really matching up quite cute outfits, with shoes and accessories, then we realized how much it meant to you. We talked to Mom and the more we thought about it and discussed it, the more we wanted to really do it right. OMG, guy's clothes can be so dull. Plus we thought with the right help, you'd look cute." "Yes, Mom even said you'd be sexy in the right lingerie. So, we all committed to it. We each suggested something and coordinated our purchases. Once we made the decision to go all the way, to put you in skirts and heels, then we had to fully commit to it. That's one reason we got you breast forms so you'd have a profile that matched your family." I sat there, still holding the box with 'my' new breasts in them, totally stunned. How did I mess up so badly? Why did I not realize what a risk I was taking to buy and wear women's clothes as if no one else would see them for what they were? Did I think my 'Emperor's Clothes' were immune from scrutiny? These questions spun around in my head. I had no good answer for them. I also had no answer for what I was going to do now. I defaulted back to another denial, I had to find a way out. "I guess I can see how you thought you understood what I was doing. But you've got the wrong impression, totally. I just found myself trying to expand the range of my buying options. The briefs were on sale and so similar to my other underwear, I thought I'd just save money. The style is so plain, I really don't consider them panties for sure. The same thing with the jeans. I had read about new stretch fabrics and when I saw these advertised for such a low price, I thought why not try them on? I did and they felt great. I mean, jeans are jeans, right? After that, my success at finding nice clothes at discount prices led me to the other purchases. Plus, I have to admit, colors, fabrics, and styles seem more varied in women's clothes. I could never find the soft colors that the blouses have, or the degree to which they coordinate with tee shirts and sweaters. It took some time to adjust to the buttons being on the opposite side, but I learned. The shoes were just throwbacks to my younger days. When I was little, I loved my Keds. I still find them a perfect shoe for relaxing and kicking around. But I have no desire to go further in wearing women's stuff. I mean, the lingerie, especially the bras are too extreme. These forms are really way over the line. The idea that I'd like to wear skirts, or high-heels, or pantyhose is just a mistake. All you have to do is look at me to understand that. I may not be the most muscular guy, or real tall, but my body shape isn't right. I'm too hairy, my skin is rough, and my face lacks the features that women have. So I have to totally reject your conclusions about my desire to wear this kind of stuff. But, don't get me wrong, I truly appreciate the obvious thought, care, and love that went into these purchases. It's just that they aren't really me." Again, I felt I made my case very strongly and put the box with the forms back down on the ottoman. I slid back into my chair, holding my hands together to hide their trembling. I was so afraid that they wouldn't believe my excuses. I took a deep breath to try to calm down. Just as I got settled in, prepared to dig in and continue to deny, Laura got up and came to me. She sat down on the arm of the chair and took my hands in hers, holding them tight. She looked me in the eyes, leaned over to kiss my cheek before glancing over at my daughters. Her gaze returned to me. "Gene I know this is scary for you. It takes a lot of courage to admit what's inside of you. But we are your family, we love you, and want only the best for you. I know you think your cover story sounds plausible but it's flawed. Deeply flawed. The only way you would notice how similar the women's clothes you bought were to men's clothes, is if you spent time, quite a bit of time actually, shopping among women's clothes. Taking the time to compare them. To find the plain cotton panties you wore so happily, you'd have to look through women's lingerie ads, or browse lingerie departments in stores or online. Even then, you had to know how it would look to us, or you wouldn't have cut out the tags. Even more so with your jean purchases. I know for a fact that several brands now carry stretch fabrics in men styles. The jeans you bought have a slim profile, as well as small feminine details in stitching, pocket size, and placement. Only at a quick, first glance would anyone consider them a man's jean. Finally, one thing that holds true for almost all the clothes and shoes you bought, is sizing. Women's sizes are different than men's. Yet you bought items that fit, even panties which you can't try on in a store. So you must know your sizes in a women's style. That doesn't come easily, especially if you've recently lost weight like you have. Therefore, we all know, for sure, that these purchases were aimed at putting you comfortably in women's wear. The last bit about how your body is so different from a girls, is off as well. A nice trip to the salon would resolve most of those 'big' differences. Cosmetics can provide the color, contour, and enhancements to make your eyes big, your lashes long, your cheeks round and rosy, your lips full and luscious, and your skin soft and flawless. A good waxing will make you smooth all over, including under your new pretty panties. Manicures and pedicures will provide color and shape to your nails so they accessorize your appearance in a very feminine way. A good hair style will further enhance your face and complete the look. You say you are too masculine for these clothes, but even with the fairly plain styles you've chosen already, you present a quite trim, feminine profile. Once you've taken the next steps at the salon, you'll pass easily in your new heels, skirts, and tops. Finally, we girls talked about these gifts and how it might make your life and ours different. It will mean a major change in some ways but not so big in others. Luckily, you work from home, almost entirely online, so it shouldn't affect that. The rest of your family lives in California, and we've not seen them for years. Again not a big issue. We don't have many friends we socialize with, and those that we do, I think would accept your new look. Here at home, I've gotten used to seeing you in some women's clothes already. Truthfully, I'm a little intrigued on how you will look in more fashionable options. I'm betting you'll be quite attractive, as many of your features can be really enhanced with feminine appeal. Finally despite what you might think, even after you commit to being more feminine, you should be able to pass as a man, if you need to. So don't be reluctant to admit your desire to explore your feminine side." "Dad, Janie and I totally agree with Mom. There is nothing wrong with you embracing a more feminine look. After all, they are just clothes. She taught us long ago, that clothes are just an extension of how we feel about ourselves inside and are complimentary not defining. I love being dressy, and showing off. I'm drawn to the latest fashion trends all the way down to the smallest accessory. It's fun to me to see how clothes can be used to portray my feelings of the moment. On the other hand, clothes for Janie are much more functional. She likes being comfortable, as well as stylish. So for her she selects items that make her feel natural. She sets her own trends and is happy having a unique style. If you like women's clothes and feel drawn to them, you should wear them. We bought you a wide range of options, so you can try out being very dressy and frilly, and start to develop your own personal style. But don't worry about how we see you. You've shown us ever since we were little, what kind of person you are, how much you love and value us, and what is really important. Seeing you in a skirt, heels, or having your face made up to look beautiful, won't change how we really see you. We love you and want you to be happy. Just like you told us how you feel about us." At this point, my emotions began to overwhelm me and I started to softly cry. I couldn't deny it any longer. I might as well confess. "I can't believe you all are okay with this. I always thought it was wrong. That there was something very wrong with me for wanting to wear pretty things. To look pretty. To feel pretty. I thought I could wear simple styles that wouldn't be so obvious but would make me feel good. I never suspected my desires were so clear that you could tell. But going this far, wearing clothes that are strictly for women, seems so radical. I still can't comprehend that you think I can do this. Are you really sure?" Both girls got up and came to me, each kissing me on my cheeks. They put their hands on mine and I could feel their support and love as they help Laura hold them. They soon joined me in crying. But these were tears of relief, joy, and love. Each of my daughters wrapped an arm around me to give me more support and we began to talk, really talk. I could sense how truly excited they were that I was willing to wear the clothes they bought me. Laura told me that they had scheduled a full day for us tomorrow at Bonnie's salon. They were all getting manicures, pedicures, and their hair and makeup done. I was getting that as well, along with a full body wax. After that, we would come home, get dressed very nicely and go out to celebrate. I was shocked at how fast they wanted to do this and a bit scared. But everything went well, very well. For now, we went to my bedroom and I tried on everything, it was so much fun. The highlight of course was wearing a bra with my forms. I couldn't believe how much they changed my appearance and how much I loved it. That night, we sat by the fire, talking, with me dressed in my complete sleep wear set. The next day, I dressed in my new color jeans, and matching blouse and sweater. Under it, I had on a bralette and panty. At the salon, my nerves were very taut, at first, as I felt really uncomfortable. But Bonnie and her staff made me feel at ease. The body waxing was the most difficult, not just because of the pain, but having to expose myself to the technician. She was very professional and Laura stayed with me, even encouraging me to get a partial Brazilian, leaving only a tiny strip of hair above my cock, which was now completely smooth. To convince me, she leaned in and whispered. "I can't wait to see and feel you after you are all smooth. I've been wanting to play lesbian games with you, ever since you wore your first panty. Now we can rub against each other and enjoy how soft and smooth we are." Once all my body hair was gone, I went for a haircut. They girls had been looking at styles, and showed Laura and me their choices. We went with the bob cut with bangs and tapered sides. It was short and layered in back, gradually getting longer as it went forward with a slight under curl, so it totally framed my face. Bonnie had her way, which meant I now had blonde highlights to accent my new hairdo. For our nails, the girls went trendier, soft blue for Cassie and very dark purple for Janie. Laura got a natural light beige while I, of course, had mine done in a vibrant red. Because my fingernails weren't very long, I also got gel nail extensions, choosing a moderate length so I could more easily adjust to their new length. I had to admit, I loved being pampered like this and with each step I felt more feminine and more at ease with my new self. The final step was to get full makeovers. For the women, they knew what they wanted and only went a bit more dramatic with their normal look. However, for me, it was a brand new experience. We all talked about possible options and Tiffany, Bonnie's aesthetician, convinced us that I would love a more traditional look, with bright red lipstick, smoky eye shadows, false eyelashes and full foundation and layer blushes. I had my eyebrows shaped when I got waxed, so she would also draw a more arched, feminine line to those. When I was done I felt I looked fantastic. Sexy, very feminine and convincing. As she had worked, Tiffany had convinced me that I needed to set up regular appointments with her, to have my beard removed by electrolysis, to have longer extensions added to my lashes, to have skin softening treatments, and at my insistence to get, not just one but two more piercings for each ear. By the time, we left I had a full lineup for the next few months, including repeat appointments for waxing, nails, and hair. At home, we all went to get dressed, although Laura helped me with my outfit. I loved how soft and smooth my body felt. It seemed so right now to put on my red bra and sheer panty and the feel of the nylon pantyhose on my legs was electric. Seeing my profile in the mirror, with my new full, round breasts, reminded me of how much I wanted to look like this. Looking at how the red jacket and skirt was complemented by my nails and lips, made me even more convinced that I was doing the right thing. This was like a dream come true. Cassie helped me finish my outfit by loaning me a cute mini-clutch in sparkling black. I entered the restaurant hesitantly, but as we were seated I noticed how we got admiring stares from the men and assessing glances from the women. We were all dressed very nicely, and I was soon sure that no one realized I was not all female. I spoke only infrequently, as Laura took care of our orders, and our conversations were whispered at the table. The waiter seemed especially attentive to us, I guess having a table full of lovely women was a treat for him. My girls gave me pointers throughout the evening, telling or showing me more feminine gestures, actions, and body positons that were now more appropriate for me. By the time we left the theater, I was as happy as I have been since the birth of Janie. From that moment on, I went full in on being female. That day was six months ago. Since then, I have fully adjusted to my reveal as a feminine person. I usually wear skirts or dresses at home. Rarely do I wear anything but heels. I have to admit, I have become a slut, a shoe slut. I now own more than 30 pairs, including 3 thigh boots with 4-inch heels. For Christmas, I received a bounty of new clothes and lingerie. I have perfected a soft, mid-range tone for my voice and female behaviors are natural now. Unexpectedly, I found I really like thong panties and have perfected a tucking move that allows them to keep my cock under control. But what is most remarkable is how easily the other women in my life have accepted the new me. My girls treat me like a second mom-oldest sister-best friend combo. I feel so much closer to them, emotionally and intellectually. When they have come home from college or make late night calls, I can chat for hours with them. I no longer fear exposing my inner feelings to them, or hearing about theirs. I also love how much fun it is to shop with Cassie or do yoga with Janie. We share so much more now that I have lived the same way as they do. Similarly, my relationship with my wife has blossomed. Before, I was slowly drifting apart from Laura. But now, our marriage seems revitalized. We talk more, sharing details of our daily life. I constantly seek her advice and guidance, showing her how much I need and value her. We love to shop, enjoy visual arts, and have visited more galleries and museums in the last six months than in our all of our previous time together. We also enjoy simpler things, like relaxing walks together, Pilates' classes, spa visits, and lunches at trendy restaurants. She is now not just my wife, but my best friend. Laura has taken the opportunity of my new personality to express some of her hidden wishes. She has reshaped her sexual desires to take advantage of her new lesbian mate. She has insisted we use her new strapless dildo almost exclusively when we have sex. Laura relishes being in charge when we fuck, teaching me how to come from being penetrated, plus the part that is inserted in her is bigger than I am. We have also perfected a sort of scissoring form of sexual contact and I now know exactly how to kiss, lick, and suck her pussy so she can have multiple orgasms. No longer having to be responsible for all of our sexual pleasure has released me from anxiety and allowed me to have deeper, more pleasurable sex. Of course, not everything Laura wanted was easy for me at first. She felt part of my new life as a woman should be accepting more responsibility for making our house look acceptable. So, I took over the household chores, like most wives do, and she taught me to do them exactly as she wished. I soon learned why my girl's clothes were so easily spotted, as doing the laundry for her and the girls, made me see how much real contact there was during the process. I became enlightened about how much constant work is required to keep a house clean, neat and tidy. To emphasize my new role, and to accommodate my desire to wear heels almost constantly, Laura bought me a cute little maid's outfit to wear on my cleaning days. It's not one of those sexy, short skirt, low cut French Maid costumes, but more like a black and white version of a waitress uniform. True, the skirt only comes to mid- thigh, but it has a regular button front and pretty white crochet trim on the cuffs, hem, and neckline. Paired with sturdy opaque tights in white, black pumps, a black lace bodysuit, and a contrasting half- apron, it gives me just a perfect cross between sexy and functional to make my new housework enjoyable. How I have been seen by others outside the family has been rewarding as well. Bonnie has become like a sister to me and I love my visits to her salon, as they have increasing moved me closer to being the woman on the outside that I always felt like I was inside. Not long after I began to wear women's clothes exclusively, we ran into one of our old friends at a gallery. It took them a moment to realize it was me, now Jeannie instead of Gene. But we spent the rest of the day looking at art pieces together and even had lunch. Terry still talked with me about our shared sports team, but now Ingrid also talked to me about my outfit. I had to tell them all about my conversion, with comments from Laura, so they would understand. I was definitely scared, but a week or so later Ingrid called to see if we wanted to go to a play with them. While we were coming home, Terry mentioned he had tickets for the next game, and Ingrid couldn't go. Would I be interested? As I pondered it, he casually commented that she normally wore a dress and heels, so I could if I wanted. Other neighbors and friends weren't so accepting, and we stopped seeing those individuals, but on average about half of our old acquaintances were okay with my new look. The final piece was when we got a call from my brother in California. He had a business trip to a city near us and wanted to stay a few days to visit. I went into a panic, and Laura assured me that if I wanted to try to pass as a man again, while he was here it would be okay. But after much thought, I decided I was tired of hiding myself, so I met him at the train station dressed in my now normal attire. I was wearing tight gray leggings, thigh-high boots in black, with a long tunic sweater in black and gray. I almost always wore bras with my forms, so I my lingerie gave me the figure I preferred. My hair and makeup were perfect, as were my accessories. I had called him ahead of time and told him of my appearance transition. Waiting for him on the platform, I was nervous he wouldn't show. But when he got off the train, he came to me straight away, hugging and lifting me off my feet in one big motion. He was all smiles as he looked me over. "Wow, Sis. You look wonderful. I wasn't sure what to expect, but you certainly look comfortable in your new wardrobe. Even if you hadn't called to tell me about your change, I would have recognized you. I don't know if you meant too, but you look so much like mom and Denise. You certainly fit in our family profile. But as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't matter to me, if this is just the start of a complete change or just a shift in your clothing preferences, either way you're still family to me. Oh, is it alright if I call you my sister now, or should I..." "No Danny, it's great that you called me Sis. It fits better with how I feel and certainly look now. I was so scared about this, but I just had to be me, even if it did cause problems. But enough about all that, let's go home. Laura and I have a great meal planned and there are lots of options of stuff to do while you're here." We walked to the car, arm in arm. This was the final piece to my new life. Danny had raised a good point but whether this was the end of my journey or just the beginning. Truthfully, I wasn't sure myself. I just knew for now, this was me. Clear and present, in plain sight.