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Birthday Part 2
How could I feel secure in my masculinity dressed like this? I had never
thought that the night before my birthday I would be standing here in front
of my wife Elizabeth, dressed like her, wearing a black lace babydoll top
and panties, standing in pumps with a six inch heel. I had never thought I
would be wearing lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, false lashes and a ribbon in
my hair either.
I was excited by the feeling of my first lace underwear and I felt warmer
than I had in just my boxer shorts, although I was shivering slightly below
my waist because my legs were now hairless.
"Wow! Who would have thought you would become my hairless ex-husband so
soon?" Elizabeth said looking at the tent in my panties. "You are a treat
for sore eyes Jacqueline!"
I was quickly coming to accept that Elizabeth was calling me "Jacqueline"
now but her "ex-husband"? Well looking at myself in our bedroom mirror
even I was wondering if I should now think of myself as her wife now.
The way my babydoll top hung around my torso made me look like I had
breasts even though I did not. Men don't dress like this or allow their
wives to dress them like this do they? I thought to myself.
It was true, despite the strange feeling of my hairless legs as they rubbed
together, that I felt less naked in my babydoll and my panties than I did
in just my boxer shorts but would I admit that to Elizabeth?
Why was this? Well because at least my chest was covered now. But men
didn't bother about whether their chests were covered or not did they? Yet
here I was prepared to even put on a babydoll top to cover my chest. What
had come over me I thought as I looked at the woman in the mirror.
Elizabeth said, "Jacqueline, you are shivering, here put these on. I was
going to give them to you for your birthday but you obviously need them
now." She gave me a pack of Golden Lady 30 denier semi opaque black tights.
"Here let me show you how to put them on," Elizabeth said in a
condescending voice taking the pack back from me and opening them.
Just because I was born a man didn't mean I was born stupid I thought to
myself. She talks to me like I am a little girl getting dressed for the
first time. Again she was leading me, thrusting femininity upon me.
But I listened attentively as she pulled out the piece of cardboard that
you always get in a pack of tights or stockings, and rolled my first pair
of tights up into a ball. She told me to roll them up my legs with my
thumb on the inside and to think in terms of how I would roll them up my
legs if I was wearing fingernail extensions because I would be wearing
fingernail extensions soon.
I quickly mastered how to roll up my tights and was surprised at how much
warmer I felt with this flimsy garment covering my legs. Now I understood
why women didn't feel cold wearing skirts in winter. I slipped my feet
back into my pumps and admired the sexy woman I could see in the mirror. I
had never thought of myself as a woman before.
As I looked at myself in the mirror I thought about how it felt like there
was something kind of final about putting on my first pair of tights, sort
of like putting icing on a cake, except I was the cake. Perhaps that's the
wrong metaphor? Putting the finishing touches to a painting perhaps? I
stroked my hosiery encased legs.
What was it that felt kind of final?
I think slipping on my hosiery felt like a final act of surrender, like an
acknowledgement that I was a transvestite or a woman trapped in a man's
body.
I couldn't pretend there was anything masculine about me any more.
I needed to wear the clothes. I needed to be a woman.
"Lie down, on the bed there, my submissive little sexy wife," Elizabeth
told me pulling out a dildo from her drawer and lubricating it.
I lay down on the bed acknowledging my new role.
I was about to find out what it was like to be penetrated or pegged for the
first time.
Tomorrow I knew I would be wearing a dress and I, the birthday boy, would
become the birthday girl.
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