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The Dress code:
Part Three:
I looked at him standing there helplessly in his shiny black wet look
pvc panties holding a pair of black opaque tights in his hand, my self-
made man's man of a Dad.
"Here, let me help you," I replied taking his tights from him, showing
my Dad I was a different kind of man from him, by showing that I was a
man who knew my way round hosiery but also that I was a man (or was it
really a woman?) wouldn't leave someone in need to fend for themselves
in these matters.
I showed Dad how to roll up his tights into a ball and explained how he
needed then to roll them up his legs. Dad did so and I watched him as
he stood there wearing his first pair of tights. They were so opaque
that you couldn't really see his unshaven legs through them but his wet
look panties were visible through them and because they were Brazilian
panties they gave his butt a slightly curved feminine shape.
As I looked at him my thoughts were a mess, part of me felt "Revenge!
If it wasn't for your dress code I wouldn't be lying here in my negligee
and you wouldn't be dressed like this!", part of me felt sympathy "Oh
Daddy what has Mum done to you!" and part of me felt amused at how
effeminate my father's clothes now made him "Oh Daddy you are one of us
now!".
I also noted that Mum had been behind him by the door and had overheard
all that we had said. She pretended to have just arrived. "Oh Dave,
you look so cute in your panties and tights! Just stand there a
moment."
Mum pulled out her mobile and snapped a picture of Dad and me and then
asked that we both stand there, hold each other's hands and look at each
other. It was like a bride and groom pose only it was of me looking
like a woman and Dad looking half man/half woman.
I no longer felt as humiliated as it was no longer possible to recognise
me as a man because of my feminised appearance. Dad clearly did feel
humiliated and his cheeks were bright red and I felt a measure of
empathy for him although at the same time because he so obviously felt
humiliated I felt less uncomfortable with what I was wearing.
"Ladies, it's time you got ready for work." Mum giggled having taken
her second picture of the morning. This however was a reminder to both
of us that we were both born male not female as we now appeared to a
greater or lesser extent.
So Dad left me to get dressed and I picked out a silky salmon pink bra
with a lace trim with matching panties and suspenders and a pair of pink
fishnet stockings. Whilst my fishnets stood out against my black
miniskirt, my bra was less obvious under my white blouse as it was both
paler than the previous bras I had worn and closer to my skin colour.
I was wondering how professional pink fishnets looked as I came down to
breakfast and saw the subtle changes wearing his pvc panties and tights
made to Dad's body under his work suit. I could still see the feminine
curve in Dad's butt just as I had seen as he stood in my bedroom in his
panties and tights. I also noticed that you could barely see that his
penis was tucked between his legs because of the way his trousers hung
in front of him. Obviously you could see his tights poking out of his
trousers but with his work shoes on you wouldn't notice he was wearing
them. I knew, however, that Dad would be conscious of what he was
wearing and he knew that I would be.
He was clearly uncomfortable as we left for work together and I guess he
was wondering how long it would be before he had to go to work in a
skirt, bra and blouse too. I giggled as I thought how my father was
starting to dress like my mother this Father's Day.
During the break I sat alone with Martha as her other colleagues she
would usually sit with had a different break and I asked her if she
could keep a secret as I mixed flax seed with my fennel tea. She
suggested we go to the smoker's shelter where we would not be disturbed
a this time. I told her about Dad wearing panties and tights in
solidarity with me as we sat on the wall smoking our cigarettes like
naughty schoolgirls. I had taken my heels off as they were a good two
inches higher than Martha's and, as usual, they were killing me. I felt
how hard and toned my calf muscles were getting. Martha giggled "Your
macho father in tights! I would love to have been a fly on the wall in
your bedroom this morning Tonia!" She promised however not to betray my
confidence.
The day was otherwise fairly uneventful until I got home.
Dad had got home before me and in that time he had managed to have a row
with Mum. There was only ever one outcome to their rows and that was
quite clear from the French Maid's uniform that Dad was now wearing.
Dad tried to maintain some dignity as he told me in his best French
accent how Mum had bought him a bra and a miniskirt and blouse. She
wanted him to show solidarity with me and go to work dressed like me
tomorrow. He told me he had some important meetings with major
suppliers tomorrow and whilst he was prepared to agree to wear panties,
stockings and suspenders to work tomorrow he was not wearing heels, a
bra, a blouse or any other feminine clothing.
He told. Me Mum had agreed to allow him to dress in his male clothes
tomorrow provided he wore a bra with breast forms in it and agreed to
dress as a French Maid around the house and serve Mum and me dinner.
So there he stood wearing a blonde wig with a white cap on top, a silky
black bodycon dress which stopped just above his knees but was puffed
out by layers of lacy petticoats and fishnet stockings and suspenders in
a 5 inch wedge heel. He was not however wearing makeup nor had he
shaved his beard.
I knew that this was all Mum wanted for now because otherwise he would
have already had to shave off his beard, wear makeup or go to work fully
dressed despite the meeting with the suppliers.
After he had served us dinner we let him go to have a salad sprinkled
with flax seed and some soya milk. Then we invited him to come to watch
"Thelma and Louise" with us. He fell asleep shortly afterwards. At
this point we could have done anything but Mum simply shaved off his
beard and gently applied mascara to his eyelashes. I was amazed he did
not wake up.
So the next day Dad when Dad woke he was wearing the panties, stockings
and suspenders he had agreed to wear but was also, unbeknownst to him,
wearing mascara for the first time which he had not agreed to.
I had found a white lace corset with suspenders and matching panties,
some white stockings with a white lace top and some matching garters
which made me look something like a bride under my uniform. In a way, I
was, as I was about to marry my future today but I did not know it yet.
As Martha and I were smoking our morning cigarettes and I was looking
down at my white stocking encased toes I got a call from Mum.
"Antonia" (I knew it was serious from the use of my full name as I had
got used to her calling me Tonia now) "you are going to have to go to
the university during lunch for an interview."
Oh my God!
This meant I was going to have to go to the interview as Antonia not
Anthony! How was I going to explain that I am a man dressed as a woman?
Sure I had applied to other universities but they hadn't called me for
an interview yet. What if this university was the only one to offer me
a place? I would have to study the course as a woman if I didn't come
out as a trans woman or transvestite.
I was in two minds whether to go or not as I worked on the tills but in
the end decided to go.
When I got to the interview I realised that I had served the woman who
was interviewing me earlier in the day. Her name was Natalia. This
meant I knew what her taste in lingerie was and because I was wearing my
name tag from work she knew that I knew what she had bought because I
could see she recognised me. This meant she felt more flustered and
anxious about interviewing me than I felt about being interviewed and I
wound up interviewing her about why I should accept the place.
As Natalia spoke I realised that I was going to accept the place and
what that would entail. It would mean that I would not just be spending
the summer as a woman but the next three years of my life at University
too. This could wind up being a life changing decision at this rate. I
said I would call Natalia back about the offer.
Back at work Amy told me that she needed me to stay late tonight because
it was one of the shop's lingerie shows. She told me that tonight
everyone working in the lingerie department would be on the catwalk. It
should have been my fantasy to see my colleagues and my line manager in
their lingerie but this show would entail something else too. As if to
highlight this Amy asked me to take off my blouse and unzip my skirt. I
felt naked standing in front of the Human Resources manager in my
lingerie again. Later Dad told me he had had Amy strip down to her
lingerie and practice modelling when she had first come to work for him
as a trainee Human Resources manager. He had then had her model more of
the lingerie in the show than the other girls because he said it would
help her overcome her natural shyness.
Well tonight Amy was taking revenge, only I did not know it yet. As I
stood there Amy said, "Wow! The bridal look! You look stunning Tonia.
As you walk the catwalk keep your eye on an imaginary horizon. Keep you
head up and smile." Amy instructed, "Now practice walking up and down
my room like you were on a catwalk. You will need the practice as the
other girls have done this before."
I practised walking up and down her room. My heels were killing me when
I went down to the canteen in my lingerie to get a cup of tea.
"You look a natural. Have you never modelled before?" Martha asked as I
sat there in my corset, stockings and panties.
I told her I hadn't but this hadn't stopped Amy having me practice for
the show in her room.
I was about to learn she had been arranging for her boss's daughter to
be the star of the show. As I said I didn't know that Dad had made Amy
model lingerie when she first started working for him and she too had
had to take a staring role in the lingerie show at that time. She had
not forgotten or forgiven him and this was why I was given this role. I
was the only new girl since Amy to find myself forced to "volunteer" for
the role.
"In our store we take lingerie seriously and this is why we have Tonia,
the owner of the store's daughter, modelling our bridal lingerie today."
Amy announced as I walked out from the changing rooms onto the catwalk
to cat calls. Great, so a store full of people knew who I was now!
I nearly fell over as I saw Natalia had come to watch the show but I
managed to correct myself before falling over. I don't know if it
showed but I felt as flustered as I was sure she did when she was
interviewing me as I walked back to the changing room aware that the
head of department at my future university had seen me modelling the
lingerie I was wearing to the interview with her that lunchtime and that
I was going to spend another hour modelling lingerie in front of her!
I saw Dad was watching me too, but he looked uncomfortable as if he was
about to be made to do some modelling himself.
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