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Retirement Plan As I sat at the dressing table brushing my hair I noticed my wife looking at me oddly. She was sat on the edge of our bed, ready to go out for dinner. "What?" I asked, turning round to look at her. "Nothing really, darling," she replied. "It's just that in all my thoughts about married life I never once thought I'd be watching my husband sat at a dressing table getting ready to go out wearing such beautiful underwear," she finished with a smile. I paused with the brush midway through my shoulder length hair and looked down at myself. At the end of my smooth, hairless legs, I could see my toenails painted a deep crimson through the sheer stockings I was wearing, stockings I knew were held in place by a beautiful deep boned lace and satin suspender belt. I knew the clips for the suspender belt were slipped under the matching panties I was wearing, the set finished off by a matching underwired and padded bra which supported my false breasts. All this was covered with a matching slip which barely reached the stocking tops as I was sitting down. Comparing the image I saw with the term 'husband' was something I struggled to resolve and my wife clearly saw the struggle in my eyes as she got off the bed and padded over to me in her own stocking clad feet. Kneeling in front of me she took my manicured hands in hers and looked me in the eye. "Don't worry yourself, my dear. I'm not cross or upset, this was my decision after all. It's just that sometimes I reflect on how unusual our situation is." She kissed me on the lips and added, "Now finish getting yourself ready or we will be late," and got up and left me. I turned back to the mirror and looked at myself through my mascara laden eyelashes. There was no real trace of the husband who had walked down the aisle with her all those years ago. My hair framed a face that had responded well to the beard removal treatment and was now made up with eye liner, eye shadow and blusher, quite heavy but ideal for a night out. I had become quite adept at applying my own make up and was confident that it looked good. Reaching out I picked up the lipstick I had set aside earlier, removed the top, twisted the tube and applied a good coat of the deep colour which seemed to lift my lips. Finally I picked up the earrings which matched the necklace hanging round my neck and nestling in my 'cleavage'. Standing up, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. The image staring back at me screamed feminine. Reaching to the wardrobe I took the dress I was to wear off its hanger and stepped into it. Pulling it up my body which had changed shape due to all the hormones, I slipped my hairless arms through the cap sleeves and did up the zip at the side of the dress. It fitted perfectly, showing curves in just the right places. As I did a little twirl, my wife walked back in the room. "You look perfect, my dear," she said, "now get your hand bag, shoes and jacket as we really must go, the taxi is outside." Following her instructions, I slipped on the two inch heels and jacket, picked up my handbag and followed her out to the taxi, reflecting on how it had come to this. =#= "You're really happy for me to do this?" "Of course, darling," my wife responded as we entered the salon. "I know you've always wanted to do this. You're a keen cyclist so it is not that unusual, and now you are not at work, no-one there is going to be bothered are they?" "Ok," I said and introduced myself to the receptionist. "Ah, hello Mr. Jones. You're here for a full leg wax." "Ah yes," I stammered in response. "I've always heard that it helps with cycling so now it's the summer I thought I would give it a go." "Very good," she responded. "Is your wife joining you?" As I looked to my wife she answered. "No, I have some shopping to do. I'll be back in..." "Oh, he'll be done in about an hour," the receptionist answered. "Okay, an hour. See you later, dear," she said, waving as she left the salon. "Right Mr. Jones, if you can follow me," the receptionist said, "Gemma is ready for you." After an hour on excruciating pain, I had hairless legs for the first time in my adult life, something I had wanted for years, but never really built up the courage to do. At Gemma's suggestion, I had also had my back and chest waxed because she thought it looked unsightly and commented that many cyclists and swimmers are clean shaven all over. My wife turned up just as Gemma showed me back to the waiting area. "Everything okay," she asked. I grimaced in response while Gemma made some comment about me being very well behaved. =#= Back home my wife suggested that I have a shower to clean off all the wax and handed me a bottle of moisturiser. "Make sure you use this when you get out of the shower. It will keep everything smooth for longer." While I was in the shower, I took the decision to shave my armpit hair. I wondered if she would notice or be bothered. When I got out of the shower I found that my wife had laid out some of my favourite underwear on our bed, a pair of blue satin gossard panties with a matching suspender belt and a purple teddy I had bought her some years before. When I saw the new packet of sheer stockings next to the pile of underwear, I realised that she had left it out for me to wear. You see, I had been a semi-closet cross-dresser for many years. My wife had tolerated this part of my life, but never really encouraged it. Perhaps this was going to change. Drying myself off, I eagerly stepped into the panties and clipped the suspender belt around my waist. Slipping the suspenders underneath the elastic of the panties, I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the stockings. I was just about to pull the first one up my left leg, when my wife walked into the room. "Hold on," she said, and as I stopped she continued with a smile, "I see you have found what I left out for you. I didn't think you would need much encouragement, but before you put the stockings on, how about some nail varnish?" I couldn't believe my ears or luck and nodded eagerly. Popping into the bathroom she came back two toe spacers and a bottle of 'Miracle Mauve'. As I sat there in her panties and suspender belt, she painted my toe nails carefully. When she was done, she asked with a cheeky smile, if I wanted my finger nails done as well. I demurred but said no, not wanting to cause any problems if we had a sudden visitor later. She left me to wait for the varnish to dry and finish getting dressed. The feeling of pulling stockings up my hairless legs for the first time is something that I will always remember! I was just about to step into the teddy when I remembered something else. Often times in the past I had used and a tampon and ST to make myself feel more feminine. Stepping into the bathroom, I pulled the panties down and inserted a moisturiser smeared tampon into my hole and popped a panty liner in my panties. Ready to go I quickly returned to the bedroom to put on the teddy followed by a pair of red slacks and a satin t-shirt which I dug out of my secret stash. Slipping my nylon encased legs into the ballet pumps I recovered from my stash I was ready. Not quite how I wanted to look, but relatively safe and ease to change in case anyone knocked. My wife was actually disappointed when I joined her downstairs. "Why are you covering up your legs? I thought it was what you always wanted," she asked. "Don't you have a skirt you could wear in that stash of yours?" I blushed, partly because she clearly knew about my stash, but also because she was encouraging me to wear a skirt. I explained my reasoning. "Don't worry about that, dear. If anyone does pop round, I can answer the door and you can go up and change. Now off you go, pick something nice out." Not quite believing this was happening, I went back upstairs and picked out a black and white satin skirt that fitted my waist snugly and finished just above the knee. Acknowledging that she was right to encourage me I smiled at what I saw in the mirror. That was more like it. Once she has praised me for my choice, she handed me a drink and toasted new beginnings. She had ordered a take out from our favourite restaurant and this was to be a celebration of the start of my early retirement. Over dinner she surprised me with the news that we would be going away the very next day for a few days to get away from it all and think about next steps. This was a pleasant surprise as in the head long rush towards the last few days of work, I hadn't really thought about what next. After dinner I tidied up the remains of the meal. When I was done, I discovered my wife was already upstairs in the bedroom. She was sat in bed smiling wearing a red satin nightdress, one of a pair we had bought many years ago. Mine was draped over the end of the bed. I kicked off the pumps, slipped the skirt down my legs and took the t- shirt off. Slipping the teddy's straps off my shoulders and letting it slide down my body, I picked up my nightdress and slipped it over my head. Leaving the stockings on, I climbed into bed and snuggled in next to my loving wife. There followed the most passionate sex we had had for many years as we explored each others' hairless and satin draped frames. When she tried to pull down the panties I was wearing to gain access, she discovered the panty liner and asked me why. "To feel a bit more feminine," was my answer, in response to which she gave me a cryptic smile and as she did so she moved her hand inside the panties towards my rear. Finding the string to the tampon her smile widened as she gave it a little tug which in turned caused me to give an involuntary moan. =#= The following morning I woke with a smile on my face as I realised it hadn't been a dream and that I was lying in bed wearing panties and a nightdress, and with a hairless body and painted toe nails. My wife brought me a coffee in bed and then encouraged me to go out for a bike ride for a couple of hours while she backed. As I protested she told me not to worry, she knew what needed to be taken and where my stash was. On return from the ride my wife informed me that the car was packed, all I needed to do was get have a shower, get changed into the clothes she had left out and then come down for dinner. In the bedroom, my clothes were already laid out on the bed; a pair of black panties with a lacy front and satin rear with matching suspender belt, the purple teddy, satin t-shirt and ballet pumps I had worn the previous evening, the red slacks I had originally worn and a brown pullover. Lying next to them was a panty liner and a tampon! Not needing any second invitation, I got ready in the clothes she had left out for me. I came down for lunch slightly perturbed that we would be going out with me dressed like this and whether or not I needed to take anything else. My wife reassured me that she had pulled the car right up to the house so no-one would see and that she had thought of everything. As was sat in the car on the drive, she leaned over to me. "Do you trust me?" she asked. "Of course," I responded on which she gave me a kiss and then slipped a blindfold over my eyes. "I don't want to spoil the surprise," she added sweetly. =#= Some time later, along time after I had given up trying to work out where we were going, I could feel the car slowing doing and turning right. The sound changed from tarmac to gravel and gradually we came to a rest. "Now you can take the blindfold off," she said. After I had allowed my eyes to become accustomed to the light, I saw we were parked up outside a large country house. There was no signage that I could see, but it looked most splendid. Getting out of the car we went to the boot to get out the bags, three of them, one was the suitcase I kept my stash in. When I looked at the other two my wife just said I would find out later. I felt self-conscious walking across the gravel driveway in plain sight dressed as I was, but my wife gave me a reassuring and lingering pat on my rear and told me all would be well. Entering the house we rang the bell at Reception and a moment or two later an imposing woman of a certain age came out of the back room to greet house. "Ah welcome, you must be Mistress Angela and Miss Aimee. I am Mistress Jean, although you can call me Madam if that is easier." My eyes went wide and I stared, mouth open, at my wife. What was this place she had brought me to? She just smiled and gripped my hand. "Do come this way," Mistress Jean said, beckoning us into the room she had just left, "You can leave the large bags there." We followed her in the office, me carrying the smallest bag as instructed. There were only two seats in the office, one for Mistress Jean and one for my wife. I was instructed to put the bag down and stand behind my wife while she explained why we, or rather I, had turned up. She spoke of my history of cross-dressing, my desire to spend time dressed during the holidays and the balance between wanting to be seen but also not discovered. I was embarrassed by this all being said in the open in front of someone else, but also amazed. All those conversations when I felt she had been really short with me when I was talking about it, she had been listening after all. Eventually Mistress Jean turned and looked to me. "So Miss Aimee, let's have a look at you. Down to your underwear please." I was gobsmacked and this clearly showed on my face. "Well you really are going to have to do a lot better than that Miss Aimee if you are going to get on here," Mistress Jean said sternly. "Mistress Angela has spent a lot of time and effort planning this, I hope you are going to repay all that effort." I looked to my wife who smiled and nodded at me, mouthing the words 'trust me'. I turned back slowly to face Mistress Jean, not really believing I was about to do this, "Yes, madam," I responded and removed my jumper, slacks and t-shirt until I was standing there just in stockings and the teddy. She got up and walked around me making affirmative noises. "Good, very good, and everything is in the bag as instructed," she said, directing the comment to my wife to which my wife responded affirmatively. "Excellent," Mistress Jean continued sitting down, "I definitely think there is potential here." She rang the bell on her desk and after a couple of moments another door opened at the back of the office opened. I started and tried to cover myself up to which Mistress Jean let out a little laugh. "Oh don't be silly, this is not the first time Mistress Natasha has seen someone dressed like you. Now, pick up your clothes and the bag and follow her through to the next room. Mistress Angela and I have things to discuss without you. We will see you shortly." I did as was instructed and found myself in a room that looked a little like a beauty salon. Mistress Natasha took the bag from me, opened it and started removing the contents; a white blouse, black skirt, a black bra that matched the panties and suspender belt I was wearing and my heeled shoes. Looking at the bra she nodded and told me to remove the teddy and sit on the bed in the middle of the room while she fetched something. Moments later she returned to me holding two silicone breasts. When I looked at her questioningly her response was matter of fact. "Well, we can't have you stuffing your bra with panties while you are here, it needs to be done properly." She then proceeded to attach the breast forms expertly in just the right area before handing me my bra. When I put it on it was almost as if I had never worn a bra before. The impact of putting one on when you have breasts, even fake ones was amazing, the way it took the weight and created a cleavage, "Wow," I exclaimed. "Yes, they are quite impressive aren't they," she said. "You will need to keep the bra on when you go to bed tonight just to ensure the breast forms are kept firmly in place. Now finish getting ready, I need to do your make up and hair." I slipped back into the teddy which now formed itself to my altered shape before stepping into the skirt and shoes and buttoning up the blouse. Following instructions I sat at a dressing table while Mistress Natasha fitted me with a dark brown, shoulder length wig, until my own hair grew out she said, and then applied make up to my face while the varnish she applied to my nails dried. The whole process only took about half an hour at which point she knocked on the door to the office and on Mistress Jean's command, opened the door and showed me in. The look of surprise on my wife's face was priceless, and Mistress Jean was pleased. "That's after only half an hour. Imagine the change after two weeks or a month." Now it was my time to look surprised. "Now Miss Aimee, Mistress Angela has, as you know, a long way to travel to get home tonight so I suggest you take her back out to her car and say farewell and thank you. When you return to Reception, Miss Susannah will be waiting to showing you to your room." There was to be no discussion or argument and in stunned silence I did as I was told. It was only when we got to the car that I said anything, and all I said was "Why?" "Why not," she responded. "You've always wanted to do something like this. Don't deny it, I've read your stories, some of them are very good, if a bit racy. Just go with the flow and enjoy it. I'll see you next weekend." And with that she was in the car and gone, leaving me standing outside in my new outfit and persona. "Just go with the flow," I said to myself as I headed back in doors to meet Miss Susannah. Where was the flow going to take me? =#= Miss Susannah was a little shorter than me, slim with shoulder length auburn hair and a sweet smile. She was also wearing a black skirt with a white blouse, which was opened enough to reveal a hint of cleavage. "Good morning, you must be Miss Aimee," she said, extending an immaculately manicured hand towards me. "I am Miss Susannah, although you can call me Susie when no one else is around," she continued, looking around furtively. "Let me show you to your room." I picked up my stash suitcase and the small bag the clothes I had turned up in had been put in while Susie picked up the other bag which contained I knew not what. I followed her up a couple of staircases until she stopped at a door and opened it into a large bedroom with what looked like a super king size bed in the middle of it. There were two dressing tables, built-in wardrobes along one wall, a comfy looking sofa and a door that I assumed led to the en-suite bathroom. I noticed that one of the dressing tables had stuff on it, but the other was empty. Before my thoughts on this developed, Susie told me. "This will be your dressing table," she said, pointing towards the empty table. "There is an empty wardrobe here," she added, opening one of the large wardrobes. "I have also made some space for your stuff in the bathroom, come and look." Putting down the bags I followed her into the bathroom which contained a large corner bath with shower screen, toilet, bidet, sink and towel rail. As she has said, the utility unit containing various products had had space cleared for more products, presumably mine. She clearly saw the confused look on my face, but misinterpreted it. "If you need more space," she said, looking slightly worried, "Let me know, I am sure I can move some of my other stuff." It then dawned on me and my raised eyebrows and rounded lips let her know. "Oh," she continued, "I should have said, we will be sharing this room. I hope that is okay?" I remembered what my wife had said about 'going with the flow'. "I am sure it will be absolutely lovely," I said, wanting to make a good impression and not wanting to upset her as she was clearly accommodating me in her space. I guess she knew what I was so there would be no need for any subterfuge. "As long as you are happy to have me share with you," I added, walking back into the bedroom. "Of course. It will be great fun. And don't worry," she said, reaching out to hold my hands, "I know this is going to be a bit of change and possibly quite difficult at times for you, but I am here to help. To begin with, however, I am going to leave you alone to unpack, unless you'd like me to help." "Thank you," I replied, earnestly, "It's kind of you, but I think I would like some time alone to reflect and unpack myself if that is alright." "Of, course," she responded brightly. "I will leave you to your own devices and return later." As she closed the door behind her, I slumped on the edge of the bed. Wow! What a turn of events! Is this really what my wife and I wanted? I sat there thinking for a while before returning to my wife's comment, 'Just go with the flow', and started unpacking. I started with the new bag that I didn't recognise. The first thing I noticed was a small parcel wrapped up with a pink bow. Attached to it was a card. Opening it I found a note from my wife. "Dear Aimee," the note started, "I realise that for many years you have yearned to have a much bigger role in our relationship but I have been reluctant to encourage or allow this. Now you have finished working I think it is about time I gave you your chance. Mistress Jean and her team have a really good reputation for training people like you in femininity and general domestic chores, something which I have always done willingly before now. I realise this will be a big change for you, but I urge you to embrace the change and enjoy every moment. I will be in touch. Your ever loving wife, Angela. PS: The parcel contains two small gifts which I thought you might like." I was stunned. How long had she been planning this? I opened the parcel and found inside two smaller boxes. One contained a silver necklace and the other a delicate silver wrist watch. Putting on the watch I noticed how right it looked against manicured fingernails. Fitting the necklace around my neck, I looked down to see the pendant hanging just above my 'cleavage'. It wasn't a big change, but it definitely helped me feel more feminine. Wiping a tear of joy from my cheek, I continued with the unpacking. The other contents of the bag fell into two categories. The first was lingerie I had bought my wife over the years but she had rarely worn. She had passed on to me several pairs of panties, so much so that I could probably wear a different pair every day for at least two weeks, and a green satin camisole and French knickers set. She had also packed some new tights, stockings and hold-ups in both nude and black. The other category of contents was various boxes of products, all seemingly from a company called Feminem that I had not heard of before. There was a large box of applicator tampons, some STs, a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, moisturiser and all the other necessary toiletries. There was also a good starter range of make up including everything from nail varnish to eye liner. There was also a bottle of my favourite perfume, Eden. I gave myself a little spray and smiled. Finally there was a pair of fluffy mule slippers. I picked up all the toiletries and took them to the bathroom, putting them in the space that Susie had left for me. As I caught my reflection in the mirror I smiled. I was being given permission, and help, to be the me I had wanted to be for so long. Returning to the bedroom, I arranged my make up and accessories on the dressing table and then started filling the drawers with under wear. After unpacking the panties and hosiery my wife had passed on to me, I opened my stash suitcase and started taking everything out of there to pack. I had a drawer for hosiery, another for panties, one for bras, one for nightwear, one for teddies, camisoles and the like and a final drawer for special items like my blue basque and my suspender belts. As I stood there looking at the drawers filled with their shimmering contents, I couldn't believe how much lingerie I had amassed over the years, but I also knew that, given the chance, I would want to get some more! In the wardrobe I hung up the four dresses I had, plus my other two blouses, three skirts and two pairs of slacks. The contents of the wardrobe looked meagre in comparison to the dressing table and I suspected I would need to expand, particularly in blouses, for work. I placed my spare pair of pumps and my new slippers at the bottom of the wardrobe and hung my dressing gown on the back of the door. Just as I finished, Susie walked back in. "All done," she asked. "All done," I replied. After showing me where to stow my empty bags, Susie took me back downstairs to meet Mistress Jean again. She knocked on the office door and waited until she was called in. "Miss Aimee for you, Mistress Jean," she announced with a brief curtsey then ushered me in with a quiet "See you later" before closing the door behind her and leaving me alone with Mistress Jean. "Well Miss Aimee, do take seat. I do like your necklace and wrist watch." "They were a present from my wife," I responded. "That's all very well and good," Mistress Jean replied, "but I do not recall asking you to talk and I am sure Mistress Angela would be disappointed to hear about you getting off to a bad start. However, I shall forget about this slip and put it down to your enthusiasm." I blushed at having been told off. "Now," she continued, "Mistress Angela has told me a lot about you and your development as Aimee over the years. She has told me that you are quite a good story writer. You shall have to show me some in the future, but for now, let me explain why you are here. Mistress Angela wants you to be inducted into the wonders of femininity, something you have been trying, with some success, to do by yourself over the years. I can assure you that after you spend time with us, your induction will be much more successful. She has also said that should would like you educated in a wide range of house hold chores, something you have not been totally familiar with over recent years." Again, I blushed as I felt admonishment in her tone of voice. "Miss Susannah will help me help you learn how to be and act like a woman and how to serve all needs around the house. If you respond appropriately, all well and good, but if I have any reason to think you are not learning and you are treating this as some kind of game or hobby, I will respond appropriately. Do you understand?" "Yes, Madam," I responded meekly. "You will be expected to dress and behave like a woman throughout your time with us, and follow any guidance from myself, Miss Susannah or any other member of staff. As we open to members of the public, you will also be expected to present yourself impeccably at all times. Do you have any questions?" I hesitated briefly then nodded. "Well go ahead then." "How long am I here for?" I asked. "As long as Mistress Angela feels is necessary following any advice I give her," Mistress Jean responded, "anything else?" I shook my head. "Just one more thing before you go, Mistress Angela has told me you are so keen to be feminine that when you dress you often use feminine hygiene products in order to feel more so. Is this correct?" "Yes, Madam," I responded, blushing slightly. "That is good to hear, and this is something I will be checking on a regular basis. Are you using any products now?" "Yes, Madam." "Please show me." "Excuse me?" I responded, confused. "Please show me you are currently using feminine hygiene products. I need to know you are telling the truth. Trust takes time to build." I hesitated a moment, but under her hard stare I gave in. Unbuttoning and unzipping my skirt, I let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it, but then I remembered I was wearing a teddy with no gusset poppers which meant unbuttoning my blouse and then slipping the teddy off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor as well. I stood there in front of Mistress Jean, glad only in my lingerie and stockings. Turning my back to her, I hoped she could see the wings of the ST that I had wrapped around the gusset of the panties, but I somehow knew that wouldn't be enough. I slowly slipped the panties down my thighs and bent over clearly exposing the string of the tampon hanging out of my hole as well as the ST in my panties. I waited for a response from her for what seemed like ages. "Well, I am pleased to see that you can be trusted," she said at last from behind her desk. "Now, get dressed again." The sense of relief at being able to cover myself up again was palpable, however, as I pulled the panties up, I realised to be horror that I had become aroused. I hoped that by the time I was fully dressed, it wouldn't be so noticeable. If it was, she didn't say anything. She continued to talk while I was dressing. "It is a pity your underwear doesn't match fully," she continued, "Perhaps I will have a word with Mistress Angela about that. I do feel a lady should always wear matching underwear. Now before you go, I have one more thing for you," she said, handing me a small bottle. "This is something to help with your voice. You need to spray it in your mouth twice a day, once in the morning and once before you go to bed. I will help soften you voice a little although we will also give you voice training. Use it now." I noticed the branding on the bottle, Feminem, the same as the products my wife had packed for me. I gave it a spray into my mouth. It felt cold and tingly but had no discernable flavour. I popped the bottle in the pocket on my skirt. "Now, Miss Susannah should be waiting for you outside, off you go. I will see you later," and with that I was dismissed. =#= Susie spent the rest of the day showing me around the hotel and introducing me to all the other people who worked there. I say all, there was really just herself, Mistress Jean, Mistress Natasha, the cook, Mistress Katherine, and Jo who sorted out all the practical jobs that no one else could do. I was shown where the laundry room was, the kitchen and restaurant, the cleaning cupboard, the bedrooms, the gym, all over the house, I wasn't expected to do any work on my first day, just to acclimatise. In fact there were no other guests in the hotel on that day so it had been decided that, in honour of my arrival, we would all have dinner together in the dining room. Apparently this was a rare occurrence and was a special treat. I helped Susie prepare the table and then I was told to go and get ready for dinner. When I questioned this, I was told to change into something I might wear out to a restaurant rather than the work clothes I was wearing. As it was a warm evening, I decided to put on the sleeveless satin Wallis dress I had bought a couple of years previously. Although it was a lovely dress, I had always felt slightly disappointed wearing it as I could always see me chest and armpit hair. Now I didn't have any I relished the prospect. Back in the room, I took off the skirt, blouse and teddy and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was impressed with how good I looked although I knew there was room for improvement. I got slightly nervous standing there in my underwear in case someone else came into the room but I figured that as I was sharing a room with Susie, I would have to get used to that. Slipping in to the dress I did the rear zipper up with some difficulty but was thoroughly pleased with the outcome. I really did fit me well and looked much better without all the unsightly hair sticking out. As I sat down at my dressing table to touch up my make up, Susie came in to get changed herself. I tried not to stare as she slipped out of her work clothes showing a beautiful pale blue satin basque and matching panties, the basque was done up tight to show off her voluptuous cleavage. She slipped a knee length red satin dress over her head and like me sat down to touch up her make up. When she was done, she offered to check mine. Impressed with my beginners' efforts, she reassured me that make up lessons would be part of the training. =#= Dinner was a lovely affair and Mistress Katherine joined us to eat which was nice as it is always good to thank the chef. They all toasted my arrival. After dinner we sat in the bar chatting until eventually Susie got up to go to bed. I made a move to follow her, but she insisted I stay downstairs with the others saying she was only going to bed early as she had had a late night the previous night sorting out her room. It was only about fifteen minutes later that I headed up, realising that I too was tired after my exciting day. When I arrived at the room, Susie was already in bed but she had put my beside light on and left the bathroom light on. I tried to get undressed quietly. As I unzipped the dress I realised I was desperate for a wee and so, skipping into the bathroom in my underwear, I pushed the door behind me, lifted the seat, slipped my willie out of the panties I was wearing and let a long stream go. I realised it was unladylike, but I was desperate. Once I was done, I popped my willie back inside the panties, flushed the toilet and headed back into the room as quietly as possible. Clearly not quietly enough because I hadn't closed the door properly and the sound of my lengthy toilet stop and the flushing had clearly woken Susie as she then popped into the bathroom, closed the door firmly behind her and visited the toilet herself. Taking the opportunity of being alone, I quickly unclipped the stockings and, sitting on the edge of the bed, slipped them down my smooth legs. Unclipping the suspender belt, I popped it back in the drawer and then picked out my favourite pink nightdress and slipped it over my head, luxuriating in the delightful feeling as it shimmered down my body. I was sat at my dressing table removing my makeup when Susie came out of the bathroom. "Sorry for waking you," I apologised. "Don't worry, I was only half asleep and needed a wee." I finished off removing all my makeup and, following Susie advice, moisturising, brushed my teeth and then slipped into bed. It was a big bed and I did not have to get too close to Susie, but it still felt strange. "Goodnight," Susie said. "Goodnight," I replied, turning off the lamp, but I stayed awake for ages considering all that had happened. What a day! What would tomorrow hold? =#= Susie had woken before me and she was walking out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her breasts and drying her hair when I woke up. "Good morning, sleepy head," she said, "Time to get up and ready for work." "What should I wear?" I asked, timidly. "Well, unless we are told otherwise, we are expected to wearing something smart for work, usually a dark skirt and a blouse," she replied. "Can you manage that?" "Oh yes," I replied, more eagerly than I had expected. I jumped out of bed and was startled by the feeling of weight on my chest. Oh yes, the breasts forms. I had forgotten. I couldn't help look at myself in the mirror all hairless and soft, with painted nails and delicate nightwear. This really was what I had wanted for a long time. The only real anomaly was the short hair. I glanced at the wig on the dressing table, maybe soon. "Stop admiring yourself or you will get in trouble for being late." I went to the bathroom, stripped off and had a quick shower, wearing a hair net so as not to get my hair wet before I put the wig on. When I came out as Susie had done so minutes before hand, she was sat at the table in her lingerie drying her hair. I tried not to stare, but she was beautiful. She smiled back at me in the mirror. I knew she knew my secret, but I was still shy about it so I tried to be discrete as I picked out some white satin and lace lingerie that almost matched, bra, panties and suspender belt. Sat on the edge of the bed, I opened a new packet of nude stockings and pulled them up my hairless legs, clipping the lacy stocking tops to the suspenders. I wore the same skirt I had worn the previous day, but matched it with a different, taupe coloured, satin blouse. Sitting at the dressing table I attempted some make up. Slipping on my shoes, I was ready when Susie called me. I was just about to leave with her when I remembered something. "I will be down in a minute," I said. "I've forgotten something." "Okay," she answered, "See you down there." Once she left I headed back to the bathroom, I had forgotten sanitary protection. Quickly I inserted a new tampon and fitted an ST in my panties. I didn't want to get caught out! Feeling nervous but ready for the day ahead, I gave myself a quick spritz of perfume and headed down for breakfast. =#= After breakfast I was called into Mistress Jean's office and once again asked to prove that I was wearing sanitary protection. It was much easier without having to remove blouse and teddy, and once she was satisfied, I pulled up my panties and started to reach down for the skirt. "Not so soon," she said, and I stopped, looking at her quizzically. "Do you recall that yesterday I said one of the reasons for you being here is to learn how to be like a woman?" When I realised this was not a rhetorical question and that she actually wanted an answer, I did so affirmatively. "Well then," she continued, "To do something that is directly counter to that is either a gross slip of ignorance or defiance." I look confused and felt worried. "Let me ask you another question. We are trying to help you learn how to be like a woman, in all things. How would you say a woman normally goes to the toilet?" "Sitting down," I replied and then there was a slow dawning of realisation. "You clearly know the correct answer, so it is surprising that I have been told you went to the toilet yesterday evening like a man, standing up. Is this true?" There was no point in denying it, so I admitted that I had done so, all the while feeling growing anger towards Susie. "Now the person who told me was only doing what I had asked her to do so there is no point getting stressed with her, but you need to be taught a lesson. Do you agree?" "Yes, madam," I replied, nervous about the lesson she might be about to teach me. "Well then," she said, standing up from her table, picking something up and walking round towards me. "Do you know what this is?" she asked, holding up the item. In response to my shaking head, she continued. "This is a gaffe, a pseudo vagina. You are going to wear it until I decide you have learned you lesson. While wearing this you will be able to go to the toilet and perform as normal, but you will not be able to wee standing up. Drop your panties, now," she commanded. Doing what she ordered, I stood there as she fitted the gaffe to me. It slipped over my willie, which was thankfully flaccid, and had straps around my waist and under my groin, pulling my willie back and holding it firmly in place. Once it was in place I heard a click as she stood up, holding a small key. "Now you are locked in. You may find this uncomfortable, but you will learn your lesson. Now, get dressed." I pulled up my panties over the gaffe and was surprised with how flat my front appeared. Once the skirt was in place, the effect was very pleasing. "Now, off you go, we both have things to do." Susie was waiting outside and apologised as soon as I she saw me. I frowned at her and didn't speak, walking straight past her to Mistress Natasha's room where my first lesson was to learn make up. After lunch we had to get the hotel ready for visiting guests and thankfully I didn't get the chance to talk to Susie, but I knew it couldn't last. We were sharing a room after all. =#= At the end of the day once all the guests had arrived, had their meal and were sitting in the bar, I was dismissed and headed up to the bedroom, slightly nervous about what would happen as I knew Susie was already up there. When I walked into the room, she was sat in the bed, clearly waiting for me, and looking nervous, biting her lower lip. She jumped out of bed, her delicate nightdress floating around her as she walked towards me, her breasts bouncing with each step. "Please forgive me, Aimee," she said, holding out her open hands. "Why did you tell her?" I asked. "Because she told me I had to let her know when you got something wrong so you could be trained. I didn't want to but I was doing what I was told. Sorry," she finished, a sad look in her eyes. "Do you forgive me?" I wasn't really sure, the gaffe hadn't really been too painful during the day, only a couple of times when I went to the toilet or became aroused, then it was really painful. I did want to be friends with her so I said that yes, I did forgive her. She beamed a smile. "Good," she said, because I managed to persuade Mistress Jean to give me the key, and skipping over to her dressing table she picked up the small key. "Well," she continued, "Do you want to take it off?" I was clearly keen to get out of the gaffe, but was also nervous about exposing myself in front of her. She clearly saw the nerves. "Don't worry," she said reassuringly, "You haven't got anything I've not seen before," so I stood before her and unzipped my skirt. Letting it fall to the floor, I stepped out of it and my shoes as Susie knelt in front of me. Slowly I slipped the panties down my legs, stepping out of them as well. Susie reached around behind me, undid the lock and released the gaffe. As she pulled it away from my groin, my willie sprang up and I felt mortified. Susie just giggled. "Don't worry, darling, its just excited to be released. "Now let me clean and soothe you," she continued, taking my hand and pulling me over towards her dressing table. Kneeling down in front of me, she wiped my willie and groin area with some cleansing wipes, then massaged the areas that had been trapped all day with some moisturiser. I couldn't control myself with this arousing action and my willie quickly became engorged. "Oh dear," she said, "That's not very ladylike. We will have to do something about that," and before I could do anything, she closed her mouth around my willie and started licking and sucking on it. It didn't take long for me to explode in her mouth, and she kept swallowing until the pulsing ceased. Licking her lips, she stood up and looked me in the eyes. "I hope you accept my apologies, now you best get ready for bed." I nodded through a daze as she left the bathroom. Moments later, I was in bed next to her in my nightdress and panties, no bra tonight as Mistress Natasha had confirmed the breast forms were secure. Susie turned to me. "I do want to be your friend and help you. I do understand what you are going through." "How can you understand," I replied. "Let me explain." She reached out and took one of my hands. Taking it under the bed clothes, she held it on to her satin framed chest and then slowly slid it down her body towards her groin. When our hands reached her groin, she hesitated, pulled back the hem of her nightdress and laid my hand on the front of the panties she was wearing. As she did so my eyes went wide and she smiled, the front of her panties was not flat as I had expected, but nestled inside and now growing under the warmth of my hand was her own willie! In my shock and surprise I kept my hand there for a while before quickly moving it. A slight look of disappointment crossed her face and I stammered out, "Why ... how ... what?!" She smiled and then told me her story. She was Mistress Jean's husband and together they had brought and opened this hotel. However, one day Mistress Jean had caught him snooping on Mistress Natasha as she was getting dressed. His punishment was to be the maid in place of Mistress Natasha, and for her and Mistress Jean to watch him getting dressed in women's clothes. The promises of the punishment ending once he had learned his lesson came to nothing, and eventually he began living as Miss Susannah full time with Mistress Natasha becoming co- owner and partner with Mistress Jean. The relationship with all seemed very positive, but there didn't seem to be any of his former self left. "But, your breasts," I asked. "Either a punishment or a present whichever way you choose to look at it. To begin with I thought of them as the former, but I have become quite attached to them now," she smiled. I was shocked and surprised and didn't really know what to think or say. "You probably have loads of questions," she, and I couldn't see her as anything other than a she, continued, "For now, it is probably best for you to get some beauty sleep," leaning forward she gave me a quick kiss on the lips before turning out the light. A couple of minutes later I turned my light off and rolled on to my side. I felt and a heard a rustle and then Susie was behind me, spooning me, "You'll be fine," she said as she leant in to me and I could feel her softening willie at my back. =#= The following morning I woke earlier than Susie and lay watching her for a bit as the early morning sun eased through the curtains. Even though I now knew her secret, I couldn't see her as what she really was, a she-male or whatever you want to call it. She looked totally feminine and happily so. As she breathed slowly her chest and breasts rose and fell inside the satin of her nightdress. Her facial features looked feminine as did her beautifully manicured hands at the end of her slender arms. Had she always looked like this or had she had some kind of surgery to enhance her features? Is this what my wife planned for me to end up looking like or was she just thinking of a short term experience? I shuddered not really knowing what to think, and as I did so, Susie began to stir. Not wanting to get into a conversation now, I quickly nipped in to the bathroom to get ready. As I showered I looked down at my naked and falsely feminine form. Where was this experience going to end up? When I returned to the bathroom with a towel wrapped round me, Susie was out of bed and had removed her nightdress. She was standing there just wearing her panties. I could see only the faintest hint of a bulge there and I raised my eye brows. "No secrets now," Susie said slipping her panties down her legs, exposing her now semi-turgid willie. "No," I replied in a kind of daze, still seeing a woman in front of me despite the distinctly unfeminine appendage. "Good," she said, and sashayed into the bathroom to get ready herself. =#= My days settled into a regular pattern. I would spend some time working in the hotel and spending dome time being instructed in all things feminine. I learned the art of make up, walking properly, eating and drinking properly, even sitting properly. Even though I had been given a solution to spray into my mouth to enhance the femininity of my voice, I was given elocution lessons as well. Apart from the occasional male guest, there were no male influences at all and all the literature had an overtly feminine tenor, so I was reading magazines that I had never even opened before. When any male guests did arrive, I was doubly nervous of exposure but thankfully no one suspected anything, or if they did they were too polite to say so. Every morning I had to report to Mistress Jean for inspection. She gave critical feedback about my make up and what I was wearing. She was particularly unhappy about my lack of properly matching underwear but said that this was something that she would discuss Mistress Angela, i.e. my wife, when she came to visit. I asked when this would be but she didn't give an answer. Every morning she also made me prove the fact that I was using the feminine sanitary products as prescribed by my wife. While I felt a bit humiliated about this to start with, I soon became used to it although I didn't feel any better for it. However, one day, when Mistress Jean instructed me to drop my skirt so I could show her the sanitary protection I was wearing, I froze. I realised too late that I had completely forgotten to replace the over-night tampon I had removed first thing in the morning. Clearly she saw the look of shock in my eyes. "What's the matter, Miss Aimee?" she asked, "Have you forgotten something?" I knew there was nowhere to hide so I simply nodded my head, biting my lower lip dreading what she might say or do. "Well, well. That is most disappointing. Mistress Angela was so insistent on you using the products she has provided you with and when we met at the start of your stay here, we discussed a clear procedure if this was to happen." I didn't like her use of the word 'procedure'. "Off with the skirt and panties as usual," she instructed. "But..." I tried to respond. "No buts. Get on with it girl," she ordered. I slowly removed the skirt and panties as instructed, showing the ST that was in the gusset of the panties, but exposing the fact that there was no tell-tale string of a tampon hanging down from my hole has expected. As I was removing my skirt and panties, Mistress Jean placed two items on her desk. The first looked like a large tablet, the second looked a little like a dildo. When I was ready I stood up in front of her. "The procedure is this. Firstly you will receive a smack of your bare buttocks. This first time there will only be one smack, any subsequent misdemeanours will mean the number of smacks increases. Then I will insert this in your hole," she said, holding up the tablet. "Do you know what this is?" she asked. I shook my head. "It is a suppository," she exclaimed, "full of feminine hormones that will be slowly released into your body during the day. What about this?" she continued, holding up the other item. Again, I shook my head. "It is a butt plug. This is quite a small one but will serve two purposes, making sure the suppository stays in place, and reminding you all day of your misdemeanour. Now bend over." I did as was instructed, placing my hands on her desk for support as she got up from behind the desk and walked around. Before I could brace myself, she raised her hand and gave me an almighty slap on my behind. Two things happened, firstly a tear formed in my eye, and then my willie stiffened slightly, almost as if I was enjoying this. I then heard her putting on a rubber glove and felt her smear something cold on my behind. As I started she simply pointed out that it was some lubricating cream. She then pushed the suppository into my hole with her finger, pushing it up as far as she could reach. That process wasn't painful, but inserting the butt plug was. The shape of it started thin then widened slowly before suddenly thinning again. I could feel my hole stretching to accommodate the device and then suddenly closing around the end of it, just leaving out a short flat piece of plastic. "Now get yourself dressed and stand up," she instructed, removing the glove. When I was done she looked at me and handed me a tissue. "Dry your eyes, girl," she said dismissively, "You have work to do," and with that I was dismissed. It took a long time to get used to the feeling of the butt plug. Standing up and moving around was okay, but as soon as I sat down, I could feel it pressing into me. That was a reminder that it was holding in place a large dose of female hormones. What was that going to do to me? Was I going to wake up with breasts? At the end of a long day, I was sat at my dressing table removing my make up when Susie walked in. "Everything okay?" she asked brightly, and to that simple question I burst into tears. Rushing over she knelt beside me and asked me to explain. "Oh dear," she said when I had told the story. "Well, what's done is done. Let's get you ready and in to bed," she continued, wiping the tears off my cheeks. "When you are ready, would you like me to help you remove the butt plug?" I nodded then finished removing the make up while Susie went to get herself ready for bed. Once I had stripped down to just bra and panties, I asked Susie if she could help me. We went into the bathroom and, wearing a pair of rubber gloves, Susie removed the butt plug and washed it off for me while I cleaned myself on the bidet. I half expected or hoped that the suppository would come out, but nothing did, and as I sat there cleaning myself I remarked on how friendly Susie was being helping me with something a bit grim. Soon after I slipped into bed alongside Susie, clean, refreshed with a new ST in my panties in case any of the suppository did leak out. I leant towards her and, thanking her for her help, kissed her briefly on the lips. As I pulled away, she reached out and pulled me back. "Any time," she said, and kissed me on the lips again. This time I could feel her tongue and almost involuntarily I opened my lips and let her in. We kissed fully, but briefly, before I pulled back quickly. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Is this okay? I mean, my wife..." "Your mistress," she corrected me, "Has sent you here to learn to be like a woman, which also means learning how to kiss like one. I am sure she won't mind." "Okay," I said, unsure, but didn't move back in to her. "Perhaps I should just go to sleep." "Perhaps you should," she said smiling, "You have had a long day," and leaning forward gave me a quick peck on the cheek. But I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned, troubled by the turn of events, but also uncomfortable. My hole had been filled with the butt plug and now suddenly wasn't. This felt uncomfortable. Clearly I was keeping Susie awake as she turned towards me and asked what the problem was. Remembering our agreement of 'no secrets', I told her. "Oh, okay," she said, smiling, "I think I can help you there, but you will need to help me as well", and she leant close to tell me her plan. "Are you sure this will work?" I said. "I think so," she replied. "And is it, like, okay?" "That all depends on how you see it. If you see it as one girl helping out her friend, then it is, friend. If you don't see me as a girl, then, well, that's something different," she answered. Reflecting on what I had been thinking when I watched her in the morning, I realised that it would be okay, philosophically at least, and followed her instructions. We both removed our panties, exposing our willies. Following Susie's instructions, I grasped her's in my manicured hands and slowly began to stroke it. I had never masturbated another man before, but looking in her eyes and seeing her breasts underneath her nightdress I felt I wasn't masturbating another man, just a special girl. When her shaft was hard, she passed me a condom to slip over it. I had done this many times to myself, but never to anyone else. Again, I concentrated on her being a girl. Once that was done she told me to get on to my hands and knees, spreading my legs apart slightly. She knelt behind me and, after applying some lubrication, brought the tip of her condom clad shaft to touch my waiting hole. Holding there she asked if I was okay. Realising I was about to give another man, I mean 'special girl', permission to invade my hole, I meekly replied, "Yes". Susie eased her stiff cock into my hole. She wasn't big, but she was bigger than the butt plug and I let out an involuntary whimper. Unlike the butt plug, her shaft was the same size all the way along and she gently eased her full length into me. As she did so I could feel the hem of her nightdress on my back and her groin against my buttocks. Again she asked me if I was okay. As she did her cock twitched and I gave an involuntary moan as my cock twitched as well. Pushing back ever so slightly I muttered a breathless, "Yes". Susie held her position, stroking my back and sides, but making no attempt to fuck me, just hold her willie in me. I thought about how this might look to anyone coming in, a she-male fucking a man dressed as a woman. What would my wife think if she walked in? But I tried to put these thoughts out of my head. Susie was a girl, not a man, I rationalised. I was being trained to behave like a woman so this was part of my training. Susie thought that if my hole had something hard in it that gradually softened, it would feel better, and over the subsequent minutes I felt she was right. No matter how odd this was, my hole wasn't burning as it had before. Some time later, her willie had softened so much it flopped out of my hole and I could feel her ease off the bed and into the bathroom. While she was there, I took the opportunity to insert a new tampon and get ready for bed, again. When Susie returned I was in bed waiting. "Thank you," I said, holding out a hand to her. "That's okay," she answered smiling. "I am happy to help. I am sure you would do the same for me." And with that she leaned in to kiss me good night, leaving me to my thoughts about another first. =#= I got up and dressed quickly the following morning, not wanting to dwell on what had happened the night before. Perhaps I was over thinking things, because during the day, Susie made no mention of the events of the previous night. Even when we went to bed she mentioned nothing and made no attempt to instigate anything other than a quick goodnight peck on the cheek. I felt relieved that perhaps she didn't see me as some kind of weird sex toy, but also slightly disappointed that as a friend she didn't want to share any closeness. Perhaps she was giving me space. =#= A couple of days later while I was getting the restaurant ready for lunch, Mistress Katherine called from the kitchen to tell me that Mistress Jean wanted to see me in the office. I knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter. When I did, I was surprised to see my wife sitting there, just as surprised, perhaps, as she was to see how I looked. Well she had brought me here, perhaps not seeing me for a few days she had forgotten what she had gotten me in to. "Hello darling," I started to say, before catching Mistress Jean's eyes and correcting myself, "Hello Mistress Angela," I continued instead, dropping a small curtsey. "Well hello, Aimee," my wife responded. Even though we were both playing the game, it surprised me to hear her call me that. "Mistress Jean has been telling me how well you have been getting on. You do really look the part." I blushed slightly. "I wanted to pop in and check on your progress. Mistress Jean has said there have been a couple of lapses, but that on the whole you are doing well. I was going to stay for lunch, but Mistress Jean has said that it would be beneficial for you to have some new, matching, underwear rather than relying on my seconds and the other stuff you have bought behind my back over the years. She so has kindly given me permission to take you out for lunch and some shopping." I looked to Mistress Jean for confirmation and she nodded. There was a pause and I realised a reaction was needed. "Oh thank you," I started, "That would be lovely." "Why would it be lovely?" Mistress Jean asked. I looked confused and then realised she was leading me to saying something, but what. "It would be lovely to spend some time with Mistress Angela," I said, hopefully. "And?" she asked again, raising an eye brow. Unsure, I hesitated and then continued with a questioning tone, "It would be lovely to have some new underwear." "Some nice, feminine, underwear?" Mistress Jean asked. Seeing what she was leading at I answered. "Oh yes, it would be lovely if I could get some beautiful new matching underwear. A set that I can wear together like a properly matching bra, panties and suspender belt." Mistress Jean smiled and this time it was my wife who raised an eyebrow. "Well, if you are going shopping for lingerie, we will need to be doubly sure not to be discovered. Perhaps it would be good to be careful. Aimee, can you remove your skirt and panties" Both my wife and I looked at her surprised, but at least I could guess what was coming. As I followed her command, Mistress Jean revealed the gaffe and explained what it did. My wife agreed that it would be a good idea and watched avidly as I let Mistress Jean fit the device to secure my willie in place. Pulling up my panties and skirt, Mistress Jean suggested that perhaps I might like to change into something else for the trip out. Taking that as my dismissal, I left the room and headed up stairs. =#= A few moments later, I was back down stairs having changed into my favourite, knee length, satin tea dress. I had also removed the suspender belt and stockings figuring I wouldn't want the embarrassment of any unwanted unclippings as we were walking around wherever we were going shopping and replaced them with barely black tights before I slipped on my pumps. I was excited about seeing Mistress Angela and going out, but also quite nervous. She smiled as she saw me arrive, agreed a return time with Mistress Jean and then led me outside to the car. Once we were moving, she spoke. "Well you do look good, I am impressed," was her opening line. "Thank you, I think?" I responded. "What do you mean 'I think'?" she asked. "Well, my wife congratulating me because I look quite feminine, a little odd don't you think?" "What would Mistress Jean say about that?" she asked. "About what, oh the 'my wife' bit, but we're not there." I protested. "No we're not, but you wouldn't want to get out the habit and get into trouble, would you my darling," she said, patting my nylon covered knee. "Anyway, you can tell me all about what's been happening while we're travelling." I gave her some idea of what had been happening but was vague on some of the details. She asked me about the gaffe and how it felt. I replied honestly that it wasn't uncomfortable at the moment, but I knew it would become so later. Soon enough we arrived at a large store and parked up. She eagerly exited the car, but I was much more hesitant. "What's the problem, my dear?" she asked, genuinely concerned. "I've not been outside like this before. This is a bit intimidating," I responded. "Oh nonsense," was her simple reply. "You look far more feminine that many of the women walking around and I will be with you. Trust me." So I did, I trusted her, and taking her hand stepped out of the car and into the public. I needn't have worried. As my wife had said, there were many less feminine looking people walking around and people were getting on with their own business. As the focus was buying matching lingerie that was the department we headed to first. I couldn't help but feel nervous. Normally as a man walking around such a department it is easy to feel out of place, but here I was, appearing as a woman. It should be natural. My wife headed to a large display of a range of lingerie and nightwear that came in several colours. She told me I could pick two, and I chose a sage green and a dusky pink, different to anything I already had. She then focused on which type of bra to wear and what size it should be. We went into the fitting rooms so she could help me try them one and I discovered one of the downfalls of shopping for clothing wearing a dress, I had to remove the dress to try anything on. Standing there in my underwear and tights my wife commented on how feminine I looked, even once I took the bra off. Although on close inspection the breasts were fake, they looked good enough to be real. I decided on a full cup padded bra in satin and lace. Getting dressed again, we headed back to the display and she picked one of each colour and popped them in the trolley. Then we had the choice of panties. I chose the full bum variety rather than thongs as I liked the feeling of the satin. Two pairs of each colour went into the trolley followed by matching suspender belts, both quite deep with hooks at the rear. I thought that was going to be it, but she was barely started. She also picked out matching camisoles and French knickers in both colours. I began to protest and she looked me squarely in the eyes. "Are you seriously going to complain about me buying you lingerie? This is, after all, what you've always dreamed of." "Um,