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Halloween costumes:
Chapter One: Ladies who shop:
Halloween had snuck on us again. It was 30th October. My girlfriend,
Leanne, thrust a shopping list in my hand and sent me down to the shops.
She was tired and angry and I thought I had better get what she wanted
me to.
I should perhaps introduce myself. I am Michael. I am older than I
care to admit, let's just say forty something and I live with my
girlfriend, Leanne, and our daughters, Amy and Rachel. I am very much,
therefore, the man of the house and Leanne sometimes even addresses me
in the third person as "the man of the house". For example "Would the
man of the house mind doing the washing up?"
Living in a house full of women you got used to finding bras, panties
and hosiery everywhere. Then there were packets of sanitary towels in
the bathroom, the toilet, the bedrooms and various other parts of the
house at various times. I had grown up thinking that girls were tidy,
because my Mum was tidy. Now I had come to understand the phrase of
Nietzsche's about taking a whip when you went to a women's house.
I would complain to them about tidying up their clothes but Leanne would
reply, "I'm not a maid."
She had a point, the girls should tidy up their own clothes. There was
no way I was going to do it.
Over the course of time Leanne started asking me to put away her bras,
panties and pantyhose while she put away the girls'. Eventually it
became my job to put away all of their underwear.
Anyway, I digress. So I now found myself in our local 24 hour
supermarket with a shopping list which included buying 7 size 14 panties
and 36b bras sets.
I phoned Leanne. "Is this shopping list some kind of joke?"
"Honey bunny, you know I am too tired to argue with you about humour,
just make sure the bras and panties are in various colours. By the way
buy some pantyhose too."
She hung up.
Honey bunny? That was odd. She had never called me that before. That
was what I called her. I had always heard men call women that but not
women call men that. However I knew better than to argue or phone back,
so I walked nervously over to the lingerie aisle and then straight past
it.
I was terrified that someone would think I was some kind of pervert as I
walked back towards the lingerie aisle again. It was one thing putting
away their clothes, quite another buying such unmistakably feminine
clothing. It felt like everyone in the shop was watching me.
I walked away again.
It took several attempts before I eventually plucked up enough courage
to pick out various medium size packs of stockings and tights in
different designs and colours. I knew "pantyhose" was something to do
with hosiery but I was not sure which so I wound up buying 3 or 4
multipacks of tights and seven different pairs of stockings.
I told myself my fears were silly - why shouldn't I buy clothes for my
partner and daughters? But it took two further attempts before I
eventually felt confident enough to pick out various bra and pantie
sets.
Having done this I looked at the list again. It was somewhat easier to
wander over and pick out a Halloween costume as I already had a trolley
full of bras, panties and hosiery so what was wrong with buying a French
Maid's outfit in size 14?
However, despite my growing confidence, I tried to hide these purchases
amongst the rest of my shopping before going over to a young cashier and
putting on my most manly voice to pay for my shopping.
I hurried home with the shopping.
I gave the clothes to Leanne and watched as she tore the tickets off the
bras and panties and threw away the boxes the hosiery had been in before
leaving it on the living room table. She asked me to hold the maid
costume up so she could see what it would look like. I thought nothing
of this and did as she asked.
"I can't wait to see you in it," I told her.
"Oh, it's not for me," Leanne replied and I wondered if it was for Amy
or Rachel.
"Sorry, I forgot to put it on the list but could you go and buy some
milk?"
So I found myself walking back past the lingerie aisle again. I noticed
there was a large picture of a woman in one of the bra and panty sets I
had just bought on the end of the aisle. I looked at it. It was
strange. It was like the woman in the picture, whose hair was around
the same length as my own, was saying to me, "You too can look like this
in this pair of bra and panties." Obviously the woman didn't say this
to me, I was just looking at her picture. I had never previously felt
like anyone in a picture was talking to me.
For that matter I had never previously bought hosiery or lingerie.
Suddenly a strange thought hit me. Had Leanne sent me out to buy my own
bras and panties? Was the hosiery and French Maid costume for me?
I picked up some milk and headed home.
I noticed the clothes I had bought had still been left on the table. I
did not want to touch them because of this fear I suddenly felt that the
clothing I had just bought had indeed been for me. It hadn't helped
that Leanne had said the French Maid's costume I had bought was not for
her or that she had asked me hold it up.
We had had our dinner before I had been sent shopping the first time so
all that was left for me to do was wash up and go to bed.
Chapter Two: Belle de Nuit:
I took off my clothes and I felt under my pillow for my pyjamas and was
surprised to find a black silky chemise with a lace trim. "Where are my
pyjamas?"
"I haven't washed any, so you will have to wear a chemise instead,"
Leanne replied. "I can't wait to see you in it."
I knew it had been a fantasy of her's to make love to me with me wearing
lingerie which I had always refused. But now I needed to wear
something and this appeared to be the only choice I had. Besides what
harm would it do?
Leanne saw my hesitation and told me, "Tell me how pleased you are with
your chemise."
"Thank you for my chemise, Leanne, I can't wait for you to see me in
it."
I picked it up.
"Hold it above your head like you are celebrating that you have just won
the Fa Cup. Then put your hands through between the straps and body of
the garment and let go."
I did so.
My chemise cascaded down my body as Leanne asked, "Don't you just love
the feel of that smooth silk caressing your body?"
I nodded as I began the first night of my life in lingerie.
Leanne reached under my pillow and produced another smaller piece of
silk like a magician produces a rabbit from a hat.
It was a pair of panties which matched my chemise.
I knew without asking that I was expected to wear them.
I put them on.
Next was something I did not expect as Leanne started to caress me and
we rolled around in the bed. I found myself underneath her with my
panties being pulled down and then what the fuck?
Leanne suddenly had a penis and she was thrusting it in and out of my
arse. It was the most amazing sex I had ever had with Leanne and my
panties were soaked.
After making love as we lay there as Leanne lit a cigarette. I wasn't a
smoker. It was a disgusting habit but I knew Leanne enjoyed it so I
would not object when she smoked after sex. Normally I would go into
the bathroom to have a shower whilst she had her cigarette but I could
hardly do so dressed as I was. The girls might see me.
Leanne passed me her cigarette and giggled as I coughed on my first
puff.
"Just like a real girl!"
I carried on eventually getting the hang of it and thinking actually it
was quite nice to smoke a cigarette after sex.
We chatted as I would not normally do after sex but as I knew Leanne had
often wanted to do.
"So did you enjoy making love en femme, Michelle?"
She had never called me Michelle before but I looked down at my chemise
and thought, yes, I guess that works. I am dressed like a woman she
might as well call me one.
"That, that was incredible and you were amazing," I replied.
"So will you be wearing lingerie more often?"
I agreed then that I would wear lingerie every night if sex was going to
be like that.
"Maybe I should call you Belle de Nuit, Michelle."
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