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Halloween Part 2:
Chapter Three: Wearing it:
So I woke up on 31st October in a hurry to go to the toilet. My bedroom
was dark and at first I thought I was still wrapped in our bedsheets
when I sat up in the bed but as I moved to the door I realised I was
still wearing the same black silky chemise with the lace trim and the
matching panties that Leanne had pegged me in last night. (I have since
learnt that phrase at the time I thought it was just described as made
love to me).
Why did I rush out of the bedroom to the bathroom still wearing it?
Well I did not have time to change as I needed the toilet and I did not
have time to fish through the pile of clean laundry for some boxer
shorts. I didn't want to wake Leanne and I didn't want our daughters to
see me naked which was the only alternative I had of getting to the
toilet. So panties and chemise it was.
Unfortunately when I came out of the toilet Amy had just got up and was
also heading for the toilet.
"Daddy!" she cried out in shock at seeing me there in my chemise and
panties.
I was mortified. How was I going to explain to my teenage daughter the
chemise and panties I was wearing?
Rachel opened her door rubbing her eyes.
How was I going to explain to both my teenage daughters the chemise and
panties I was wearing?
"Daddy why are you dressed like a girl?" my younger daughter Rachel
asked. "Do you really want to be a girl? Are you a transvestite or
transgendered or gender fluid or something else?"
I was going to have to come up with something. I had no idea there were
such a plethora of gender terms or that Rachel was so clued up about
them. I had thought people were either straight or gay and male or
female although I was dimly conscious that some people had sex changes.
"Well, who wouldn't want to be a girl if it meant I could be as lovely
as you, your Mum or your sister?" I replied.
"I am glad you have given the subject some serious thought" said Leanne
passing me the French Maid's costume I had bought. "Look at the costume
Daddy bought himself, girls. In fact, whilst Daddy is dressed as a
French Maid maybe you should call her Michelle and refer to "him" as
"her"?"
So my question of who the costume was for had now been answered, I had
bought my own outfit, thinking I was buying something sexy for Leanne to
wear and I realised that I had just talked myself into a corner. My own
words had locked me into my fate or in other words guaranteed that there
was no way out. Everyone now expected me to put on the dress I had
inadvertently bought myself. Hell, I even expected to put it on myself.
Besides i could hardly say what I had just said and not put it on.
"So you could say that the man of the house is about to become the maid
of the house, Mummy?" Amy giggled.
"Apart from when she crossdresses as a man, Michelle already is the maid
of the house," Rachel added.
"Girls, Michelle does more around the house than either of you and that
has got to change. You need to learn to respect her more. So I have
bought French maid costumes for both of you too which you will wear to
school today," Leanne said producing two more French Maids outfits.
"Let's agree a deal, girls." I knew somehow, that I was included in
this group, one of the girls so to speak although I was not really a
girl, just dressed as one. "Whoever has the most lingerie lying around
each Friday morning does all the ironing, cooking, cleaning and washing
up for that week."
"What if my dress doesn't fit?" I asked, trying to think of a way out,
not thinking for a moment that I was not one of the girls so instead
trying to be the exemption.
"You will just have to spend the day in your chemise and panties,
Michelle. But don't worry. It will fit."
That wasn't really my worry. My worry was more that it would fit and
that I would have to wear it. What would my friends say if they saw me
dressed as a French Maid?
I knew somehow that the dress would fit.
I was not surprised on going back into the bedroom to find that instead
of the socks and boxer shorts I would usually find on my chair (having
myself laid the same there last night to wear this morning) there was
instead a black bra and panties set I had bought, similar in fact to the
chemise and panties I was wearing and a pair of fishnet pantyhose which
Leanne had replaced my Male underwear with.
"Think of this Halloween as being about putting your manhood behind
you," Leanne said from behind me as I looked at my new underwear and
laid my French Maid's dress on the bed. "In fact think of it as putting
binary sexuality behind you. Now how do you think you should arrange
this embarrassing bulge?" she asked putting her arms around me and
clasping my penis in her right hand.
"Take off you soiled panties," she said, trying to and indeed succeeding
in exciting me "But keep your chemise on for now. It will help you to
feel like the sexy French Maid you are and I know you want to be."
She squeezed my penis as she said this.
It was strange how being fondled by my wife whilst wearing a chemise
made me feel so feminine and vulnerable. What was it they say? The
clothes make the man?
"Now step into the clean pair of panties I laid out for you." As I did
so she let go of my penis for a moment before she pulled my penis down
between my legs with her left hand whilst pulling my panties up tight so
they held my manhood in place, concealed between my legs.
My groin area now looked like a woman's groin.
"I am amazed at how this slight adjustment you have made makes me feel
emasculated," I told Leanne. "I look just like a woman in these
panties."
"Almost, apart from those horrible hairy legs. Now shave them,
Michelle, before you put on your pantyhose. You know how unsightly
hairy legs are. You don't want to look so masculine do you?" Leanne
said passing me a pink razor as I walked back to the bathroom.
I can't explain why standing there in my panties I felt compelled to
shave my legs upon being told to do so save that the way Leanne told me
to shave my legs sounded like my mother telling me to tidy my room.
That and the subtle way she was denigrating masculinity as she
continued:
"There that looks better, doesn't it?" Leanne asked, stroking my silky
smooth legs. "You must feel better, more feminine, more like a woman
now, Michelle?"
I nodded, assenting to the concept that femininity was somehow better
than masculinity.
Leanne wasn't stopping there though and I had to shave my chest and arms
before I had false breasts glued to my hairless chest. I had to have my
eyebrows plucked and false lashes stuck on my eyelids and false nails
stuck on my fingers. Then I had a long blonde wig firmly stuck to my
head all the while I sat there in my bra, panties and fishnets.
Mentally I was starting to see the body in the mirror as a woman's body.
Men, after all, might put on a wig and a dress but underneath this they
would still be Male, they would still be wearing male clothes, wouldn't
they? But by this time Leanne had applied concealer and foundation,
eyeshadow, mascara and lipstick so even though I hadn't put on my dress
yet, underneath it the person I was becoming looked, to all intents and
purposes, like a woman because she was dressed like a woman and wore
make up like one rather than like a pantomime Dame.
I couldn't, looking at myself in the mirror, get my head round the fact
that there could be any other explanation because I had such fixed
notions of sexuality.
Next Leanne looked at me and said, "You are still looking too masculine,
Michelle, but as luck would have it I have just the garment to address
this."
She held a corset in her hands. It seemed to me that she was putting it
on back to front as she wrapped it around my stomach before saying,
"Breathe in and hold on to the bedroom door."
She then rested her right knee on my lower back as she pulled on the
laces and tied me in. Suddenly I realised I couldn't breathe out much
because my stomach was being held restricted by my corset.
"Relax Michelle, take shorter breaths," Leanne said. Then she had me
step into my black silky dress and she pulled it slowly up my body so it
caressed me before zipping me in. I felt kind of helpless because the
corset had restricted my movement and prevented me from bending my back,
so I relied on Leanne to pull my dress up my body and help my arms
through the sleeves. I had so often helped her into her coats when we
went out but now the roles were reversed. I couldn't reach the zip of
my dress either and said "Zip me please, darling!" Just like I had heard
Leanne ask me! Because of my breathing I was starting to sound more
feminine too.
Finally I had to put my feet into a pair of black patent shoes with a 5
inch wedge heel. Leanne patiently explained how I should walk and that,
unless I walked like a woman I would fall flat on my face.
By this time the girls had also got ready to go to school in their
French Maid's outfits and were wearing stilettos.
I wouldn't normally have let my daughters wear skirts or makeup to
school I thought to myself as Leanne told me it was my turn to drive
them to school. "It's time you liberated yourself and your daughters
from the chains of patriarchy. Besides, dressed as you are, do you
think your daughters will ever let you tell them again what they should
and should not wear?"
Leanne had a point, dressed as I now was, I was in no position to tell
my daughters what they couldn't wear.
I wanted to cover my outfit in a Macintosh but Leanne wouldn't let me
and I was very worried about stepping outside my front door dressed in
my Maid's uniform.
"Hurry up or the girls will be late," Leanne said undressing on her way
to the bathroom until she was just wearing her bra and panties. She
would never normally do this but with the fact that I was wearing the
same underwear as her seemed to liberate her to wander round the house
in her underwear.
I nervously stepped outside the front door. I don't know what I
expected. Did I expect the whole neighbourhood to be standing there
laughing at me or just one or two of them? There was, however, no one
there and nothing happened as the three of us French Maids got into the
car to drive to school.
I was nervous about how I was going to control the pedals in my heels
but quickly got the hang of it, without hitting anything and we were
off. Strangely I seemed to be driving more like Leanne (nervously) and
would pause to let cars out or turn across the road in front of me.
As I drove into the car park I made more of a meal of parking and drove
straight into the spot rather than reverse in like I would normally do.
Also when reversing in I would normally do it in one go but it took me
several attempts to park the car.
By the time I had parked the car the sports teacher had spotted me and
was waiting to speak to me. "Is anything wrong?" I asked.
"You're not Rachel and Amy's Mum, are you?" he asked. I had not noticed
how handsome and fit he was before. Where did that thought come from?
"Well no, I'm not." I blushed. "I'm their Aunt, Michelle, from
France."
"You might think this forward of me, but do you have a husband?"
"No, I don't," I replied, truthfully, blushing again.
"There's a Halloween party after school. Would you be my date?"
I had never been asked on a date before and without thinking I said yes.
Then he put his arms round me and pulled me towards him and kissed me
whilst at the same time squeezing my arse which caused me to lose my
breath for a moment. It was just like those romantic movies I had to
watch with Leanne as my right knee bent and my foot left the ground.
So this is what it was like to be kissed by a man!
I pecked him on the cheek when he finally gave my mouth back to me. "A
tout ? l'heure big boy!"
"See you in the witching hour!" he replied.
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