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A Change of Lifestyle
Part 1
By Sandy Paris
Intro
I have been reading cross-dress fiction for many years and aspects of
the stories that I have read have influenced this work. I really
struggled with the beginning and have taken some ideas from one of my
favourite stories: Anniv-Her-sary present by Suzi (Johnson) Thomas, to
whom I am grateful.
Chapter 1 - The beginning
I opened the underwear drawer only to find it empty. I headed for the
laundry room hoping to find some clean underwear. Well it was all
clean, but hanging on the drying rack and damp, no, it was still wet.
"Honey, is there any dry underwear?" I called hopefully.
"Sorry I forgot to hang the washing up last night and only did it 20
minutes ago. What's wrong?"
"I don't have any clean pants. Never mind I'll go without."
My gorgeous wife walked into the bedroom whilst putting in one of her
long earrings. She watched as I put a leg into my suit pants and said
"Chris I'm so sorry. I doubt that you are going to find that very
comfy."
"What am I supposed to do? Not much option."
"I could lend you a pair of mine."
That made me laugh. "I doubt if that will happen."
"Oh dear, is my man too macho to borrow a pair of comfy clean silky
knickers for the day?"
"That would be stupid men don't wear ladies knickers. Do they?"
"Well, I've heard that some men do..."
"Yeah but I'm not one of them now am I?"
"One of what? A pair of knickers won't make you a sissy, no one will
know except you and me and at least you won't chafe all day long, which
you will if you go without."
"What about going to the loo? What if someone sees?" I said with a
quaver in my voice.
"What do you do in there? Who is going to see unless there is some
strange goings on in the toilets or you don't want your bit on the side
to see you?" Came back her response, which was terse to say the least.
"That is bang out of order, you are the only one for me, I love you
deeply and nothing happens in the toilets that I know of."
"So what is the problem?" At which point she pulled a pair of black
silky French knickers from her dresser drawers and hung them from the
end of her manicured fingers.
I was beaten. There was no real reason not to, it just did not seem
right but logically it did not seem that wrong either. "Okay pass them
over."
She paused as she walked from the bedroom and watched over her shoulder
as I pulled the knickers up my legs. She licked her lips as she walked
away. I caught my breath as well. This was wrong but the feel of the
silky garment as I pulled it over my thighs and genitals was almost
electric. 'Bloody hell,' I said to myself, this could be quite a day.
Victoria never said a word as I grabbed my briefcase, wallet and keys.
We walked out to the car together. She was taking the car today and
dropping me off at the office.
We listened to the morning news as we rode and made travel arrangements
for after work. As she pulled to the side of the road outside my office
building she looked with a sparkle in her eyes and said, "Have a good
day and behave. I'll be thinking about what you are wearing all day."
My only response was to reply, "Funny, ha ha."
By the time I reached my desk I could not concentrate on anything except
the arousal caused by the pants. I sat at the desk and started work,
but I could not get things together. I left the desk and went to the
coffee station, but that only caused more silky sensations. I had a
hard on, and a pretty big one at that!
An hour later I walked to the conference room for a meeting and the
sensations were almost overwhelming. I tried to concentrate and was
grateful that it was a short meeting. Immediately after it finished I
headed for the men's room. I found a cubicle and masturbated. It did
not take long. I got back to my desk and sat deep in thought. What in
heaven's name was happening? There was no doubt that the feelings
caused by the knickers were incredible, it was wrong, or so my macho
side kept reminding me, but felt very stimulating. Today was going to
be a long day.
I was right, it was a long day and nothing changed. Every time I moved
the knickers reminded me of their presence and I had difficulty
concentrating. I visited the men's room three more times for a repeat
of earlier. Four times in one day - not for a long time!
I was waiting by the kerb when Victoria pulled in. I climbed in and she
stared at me "How was your day? Because mine was terrible I just could
not concentrate on anything."
"Mine was the same but I suspect for different reasons. Those damn
knickers kept reminding me that I was wearing them."
"Nope, it was the same thing. I could not get the image of you in them
out of my head. I did something that I have not done before. I brought
myself off in the toilet."
"Me too," was my only reply. It was a good job we were sitting at a red
light as we both stared into each other's eyes.
Within seconds of getting inside the house we were all over each other.
By the time we reached the bedroom we had shed every item of clothes
except those damn knickers. I was about to pull them down when Victoria
reached down to the waistband to stop me with one hand and pulled my
throbbing member out of one of the leg holes. She did not say a word
just manoeuvred me inside her. She was soaking wet and took the lead.
"Fuck me and fuck me good. I have thought about this scenario all day
and here we are."
I lasted for some time, probably because of earlier activity, but it was
so good and Victoria came three or four times but it was hard to know,
because they seemed to run one into the next. We lay back covered in
sweat and speechless.
After about 10 minutes Victoria got off the bed and went to the
bathroom. I was about to move as she came back, she looked at me and
said sternly, "Do not take them off!"
I didn't. I pulled on sweat pants and a T shirt and we sat down for a
glass of wine and a snack.
After exchanging a few words about our days we looked at each other and
realised that we needed to discuss the events of the day. "Chris, what
happened today was incredible. I don't know why I felt like I did but
it was incredible."
"I know what you mean. But tomorrow I need to wear my own pants because
I could not get any work done."
"I agree another day like that might get me fired, but the sex was
amazing. I could take any amount of that."
When we went to bed, early, that evening I was still wearing the
knickers and we made love again, this time more slowly but nonetheless
it was exciting.
Victoria and I have been married for three years and are in our mid
twenties, although she is a year older than me. We met at University
where she was studying marketing and I was doing finance and computing.
We married soon after graduating, we were in love and neither of us have
any family. Victoria got a great job in the city where we studied and I
started my own business working with IT and also helping small
businesses with their finance and accounts. For the last two years I
have been developing a computer programme to help small businesses. It
helped that I had created a game whilst at University and the sale of
that had helped us with the cost of the wedding and a deposit on our
apartment. Financially we were comfortable. Victoria has a couple of
girlfriends both of whom are in the beauty and hairdressing business and
who I do work for. Victoria is 5'7" with a great figure, better legs, a
fine pair of breasts and long red hair. She is quite beautiful, takes
good care of herself and dresses well. I'm only an inch taller and
slim. I am not macho, but fit and well groomed. No one notices me when
we are out together and I have great pride in being with such a
beautiful woman.
The next morning I pulled on a pair of my briefs. They are thicker,
coarser fabric and hold things firmly in place. No chafing today. As
she dressed, Victoria watched me but did not say a word. She dropped me
outside the office again, the same as the previous day.
I was doing contract work for a small company and helping with their IT.
It was a six month contract but I only worked four days a week, the
fifth day I looked after other clients many of whom were hairdressers'
who I had met through Victoria's girlfriends. I actually had an office
above one of the salons and which was my permanent base.
I had a poor day again. I struggled to find focus and concentrate.
Several times I thought about the previous day. I had many questions,
why had I liked it, what made me feel as I did, it's not very macho etc.
Victoria picked me up on time as usual. "How was your day?" she asked
as I got into the car.
"I had trouble concentrating again," I replied.
"Me too. I couldn't get the day before out of my head."
After dinner and over a glass of wine she told me about her thoughts
"You wearing those knickers started as a joke. I was proud of you for
not letting your pride or masculinity getting the way. One of the
reasons I love you so much is that you are caring, thoughtful,
considerate and not macho. I admit seeing you pull the panties on made
me twitch but I could not get the thought out of my head all day
yesterday. Then last night the sex was incredible, possibly the best we
have ever had. And you were as big and hard as you have been and lasted
a long time considering what had happened earlier during the day. I
loved it, I love you."
"I loved the sex last night and I love you so much. I don't know why the
panties had the effect that they did. I admit they felt great but I
cannot get the fact that it is wrong for a man to wear women's
underwear."
"Why is it wrong? There are lots of internet stories about men who do
it. If you enjoy it...."
We left it at that. I did not know what else to say as I was conflicted
and I got the impression Victoria did not want to say anything to upset
me.
Just after 10pm I told Victoria that I was heading to bed and going to
read. "Okay honey I'll be up shortly."
After using the bathroom I took a pair of knickers similar to those from
the previous day, from Victoria's underwear drawer and pulled them on.
We were a similar size although I was a little larger than her and
therefore they were a closer fit. The feeling was like the day before,
erotic and my penis started to harden.
Twenty minutes later Victoria came to bed, wearing a silky shirt, and
crawled in beside me. I was reading and said nothing. She slid her
hand down my chest, under the covers and came to an abrupt stop as she
felt the waistband. She knew what I was wearing. She looked me in the
eyes, which were sparkling, she so was turned on that I'm sure that she
could generate electricity. "Thank you, thank you, I love you." She
disappeared and so did my hard on. Forty minutes later we were done, in
every sense and asleep within minutes.
As we were dressing the next morning Victoria held up two pairs of her
panties, a pair of yellow French knickers in one hand and a pair of dark
blue briefs in the other. She raised an eyebrow as I paled. "Which
ones? These should feel just about as good but provide a bit more
support" as she indicated the blue pair.
I had not given panties another thought. I shrugged and took the blue
pair. I pulled them on. I got the same feeling as they came up my legs
and nestled around by privates. Victoria smiled. "Well done, I love
you, Sissy."
Sissy. Sissy. It burned in my brain, it hurt. She saw my face.
"Sorry, I was just joking, I'm sorry."
I was at my own office that day, above Julie's salon. I got on with my
work but I was aware of the panties and that Victoria had called me a
sissy. I realised that she was joking, but a guy wearing women's
panties is called a sissy. I also know that I liked the feeling liked
the effect and that if that made me a sissy so be it. It wasn't like it
made me a cock sucker was it? That made me shudder but I threw that
away as not worth thinking about.
I had a good day, got lots of work done and even spent some time
chatting with the girls in the salon whilst sorting out some new
software. At one point it occurred to me that I enjoyed the company of
girls and spent very little time with men away from the office where I
did my contract work.
I was home first that evening and started cooking. I had changed into
sweat pants and T shirt but left the panties. They felt good, what can
I say?
Victoria came home, dropped her bags and came for a cuddle. "I'm off to
get into something more comfy." She slid her hand down to my backside
and smiled as she knew I what I was still wearing.
Ten minutes later she reappeared. My chin dropped. A bra, pants and
garter belt set in the same colour as the panties I was wearing. A pair
of shiny navy blue stockings and a knee length satin wrap that was open
at the front and a pair of navy mules. I had not seen any of these
clothes before. She had sorted her hair and makeup. She was any mans
wet dream. Boy, was I lucky.
"You like?"
"What's not to like? Been shopping?"
"Yes popped out at lunch time. I liked the colour and thought that you
might appreciate the outfit. Are you jealous? "
I laughed out loud. "No I'm not jealous just lucky to have such a
beautiful wife. Not sure what a sissy like me has done to deserve a
woman as sexy as you."
"Oh lord, I'm sorry I did not mean that, I was joking."
"It's okay, I have thought about it and came to the conclusion that
being a bit of a sissy is not so bad given the fun we have had the last
few days."
"I'm so lucky to have a wonderful man. I love you."
"A wonderful sissy....."
"Stop that. I love you."
We ate dinner, drank a few glasses of wine and had an early night.
Well, we went to bed early and the rest I'll leave unexplained.
Chapter 2 - The next step
"Do you fancy a bet on today's game?" my wife asked.
"What sort of stake did you have in mind?" I replied wondering where
this was going.
"Not sure yet, but I think the Marvels should win easily."
That made me smile, there was no chance that the Marvels would win
against the Hawks. "Okay, I'll take that bet. If the Hawks win you go
without knickers for the next week and have to wear a skirt or dress."
She laughed "Dirty old man, but I won't lose, so no problem for me. I'm
going to win and when I do I buy you seven sets of women's panties and
you wear a different pair each day."
"Are you trying to turn me into a sissy? But no problem 'cause I'll
win."
I lost. The Marvels were thrashed. "Bet starts tomorrow. You pick a
pair of mine tomorrow and I visit the shops during my lunch break."
Oh lord what had I done "Double or nothing?" I wasn't sure what we could
bet on but left it hanging.
"Oh now you are risking everything. What were you thinking? A dress,
wig, heels?"
"Maybe not!"
Victoria gave me a choice from anything in her drawer the next morning.
I picked a pair of black satin briefs. Despite my thinking that it was
wrong I would be lying if I denied how good the panties felt and what it
had done for our sex lives.
I was aware of what I was wearing all day and have to admit to taking
care of business at lunchtime. The panties were not such a distraction
but I was always aware of what I was wearing and it was not unpleasant.
But, what did Victoria have in store?
After dinner Victoria placed a bag on the coffee table that came from a
well know lingerie store in the main shopping mall. I looked at the bag
but I was rendered immobile, I could not move or touch it. Victoria saw
the look on my face and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know. I seem mesmerised by the bag. I want to see what's in it
but I'm afraid. "
Victoria sat down beside me and put her arm around me. "I love you,
what has happened has been incredible, it turns us both on. What we do
in private is between us and won't harm anyone."
"Okay," was all I that could say.
Victoria pulled the bag towards her I admit that I was shaking a little.
She turned the bag upside down and produced a pile of satin and silk.
The first thing I noticed was the colours, all pastel: greens, yellows,
blue, lavender, white and something pink! That last one, even though I
could only see a piece of it scared me. Pink! There was a pair of white
and a pair of pale blue French knickers, high waisted briefs in white
and yellow, low waisted pairs in green and lavender and lastly the thing
that sacred me most a pair of full pink panties with rows of lace
ruffles across the bottom. The very thought of wearing them was
daunting. I could not hope to hide the rows of lace under a pair of
trousers. Then I noticed something else. It was folded and pink
matching the pair with the ruffles. I silently pointed to it and
Victoria smiled before picking it up. A vest, no a camisole top! It
had lace adjustable straps, was cut to allow for breasts and had a
scalloped edge that would sit just below the top of the pink panties.
I frowned, then burst into tears. Victoria held me telling me
everything was okay. After a minute or so I pulled myself together.
"What is wrong? That was for a bit of fun, I never meant for you to
wear either of those things outside the bedroom."
That made me feel a bit easier. "But they are a bit 'sissy', you said I
wasn't a sissy."
"You are not a sissy! Yes they are feminine but I'm not trying to make
you a sissy."
Thank god for that.
She smiled. "At least not yet..." I assumed that she was joking. We
moved to the bedroom and I tried on each pair, except the pink set. We
went to bed early but did not get to sleep until late.
Saturday was a quiet day. We went about our tasks and chores. Yes, I
wore the lavender pair all day and they were comfy and did not distract
me much unless I thought about them.
I had a lie in on Sunday. Victoria was already up and had gone to get
the papers and croissants. After a shower and shave I went to the
drawer to select my underwear. On an impulse I pulled on the pink
panties. Oh you knew the ruffles were there. Having gone that far, I
pulled on the camisole top. Wow, is all I can say. The feeling of silk
against my body was incredible. Now what else was I going to wear. I
pulled on my housecoat and wandered down to the kitchen to start the
coffee. I had just poured a cup when Victoria came back. I think that
she was surprised that I wasn't dressed but didn't say anything.
After eating a reading the papers Victoria asked what I wanted to do.
"Give you a seeing to.... "
That was out of character for me and she was a little shocked. Her
mouth dropped. I stood up and opened the robe. Her mouth dropped
further.
"My god, I am so proud of you, you look so sexy. Take me back to bed,
please."
She took me in her mouth, I ate her out, caressed her, sucked her
breasts and fucked her. Then we rested for a bit before going for a
second round. Eventually we got up. I stayed in the outfit and pulled
my jeans and a shirt over the top. Yes, you could see the ruffles
through the jeans but everything was private so I didn't care.
The next week I wore panties every day. We realised that the briefs
were better for daytime wear and kept the French knickers for bed time.
The ruffled panties and camisole were kept for occasional play. Our sex
life was great, it was rare for a day to pass without any sexual
activity and I was always aware of what I was wearing below my every day
clothes and occasionally Victoria went without panties.
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