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A Change of Lifestyle
Part 3
Continuing story about the changes in lifestyle that Chris was
experimenting with, helped and encouraged by his wife
Chapter 5 - Things move on a little further
I was puzzled about what the bags contained but it was clear that
Victoria was not going to tell me about the contents or show me until
she was ready. I think that I knew what the bags would contain. More
panties, hosiery, almost certainly another suspender belt and probably a
nightie or robe (or both). A man wearing women's underwear was not
something that was accepted as okay, I had thought that it was wrong,
but I knew I loved the feeling of the clothes
Nothing! Nothing that evening. Yes we went to bed, yes I wore knickers
and hold ups. She wore hold ups. We had sex, long, lovely sex with our
hosiery covered legs sliding against each other. After I had cum I ate
her out. Actually I asked her to kneel over me so that I could eat her.
She seemed reluctant for a few seconds, she was not convinced that me
eating my own cum was right but I asked and I know that she loved it.
We went to sleep and I still had no idea what was in the bags.
The next morning I asked her. Her reply: "Mind your own business, all in
good time."
It was the same that evening, nothing, not a hint. Wednesday the same,
sex great but not a hint. I realised that it was likely to be Friday
before I found out. Worse on Thursday she claimed that she was tired
and there was no sex. How many days since that happened?
During this week of course I was wearing panties and hosiery, mainly 60
denier tights. I was pretty much working at my office above the salon
and had very little contact with anyone else. Jess came up to see me on
her breaks a couple of times and I'm sure that she was checking to see
what I was wearing. It was embarrassing but I suppose a man wearing
tights should be embarrassed.
On Friday evening I was home first and started the dinner. A chicken
salad with some cold, dry white wine. Victoria arrived about 5.30pm and
it was clear that she had had a hard day. I handed her a glass of wine.
"Darling you are an angel, I'll have some of this and then go and
shower, I need chill out. Can dinner wait for a while?"
"Of course it's a salad, won't get cold!"
I sat on a kitchen stool leafing through one of Victoria's magazines.
There was an article about men who wear women's clothes! I got a few
lines down when I heard Victoria coming and dropped the magazine like a
hot potato. Why had she never told me about it, what did it say?
Then she came into the kitchen. She was wearing her hair up, had re
done her make up, heavier than she usually wore. She was wearing a
maroon basque, that had taken inches off her waist and which just
supported and covered her nipples, matching panties, barely black
stockings, a pair of patent black heels that were higher than I had seen
before. Over all of that she wore a negligee that was sheer and in any
case not tied. My tongue hit the floor. She was staggering and I
stuttered that out.
"Why thank you kind sir."
"I wish that I had changed now."
She replied, "I think that would be a good idea. Go have a shower and I
will leave something for you on the bed. Then you can stop asking what
was in the bags."
I showered quickly. Sex was happening tonight that was obvious, but I
felt that it was going to be special.
I tried and went to the bed almost trembling with anticipation. The
most beautiful nightdress with matching French panties in black silk
with white embroidery pattern on the legs of the panties and on the
chest of the nightdress. There was a matching suspender belt with 6
straps and it was very deep. A pair of very fine, black glossy
stockings, a pair of black lace gloves and a pair of shoes, no heels, no
...... They were black gloss mules trimmed with a feather and had a two
inch heel, surely not?
I stared at the heels as I pulled on the other items. The nightdress
came to mid calf and had a slit to the top of the legs. I hadn't
noticed the sheer matching wrap but slipped it on and tied the belt
loosely at my waist. Then I stepped into the shoes. They fit,
everything fitted perfectly.
I stood up straight, whoa, my weight distribution had altered and it
took me a few minutes to get used to it. Moving was tricky too.
I reached the lounge where Victoria was. "Oh, wow, you look so sexy, my
god your legs are incredible. I love the look, do you?"
"Yes, I do. You bought all of this for me?"
"Of course. The nightdress of mine that you wore was too tight and in
any case I need it. You needed the rest, how does it all feel?"
"It feels so sensuous, sexy. The shoes, why the shoes?"
"Remember the weekend of the dance? You went to the kitchen to get a
drink and the next day stayed in the nightdress. You had bare feet.
That's not right and in any case, have you seen what those two inches do
for your legs?"
"It's getting serious, I still feel that it's not right for a guy to
wear women's clothes."
"Look, you love it, I love it and you. I'm sure that most people would
think it's odd but they don't know and it's not as if we are going out
like this."
"You look hot, new outfit and the shoes, I love them."
"You looking all hot means I need to up my game or you will be sexier
than me. The shoes are something else aren't they?"
"You have always been hot and don't need much help, but yes you are sexy
in that. I love the shoes too."
"You're not jealous of the heels are you?"
"No of course not and in any case I could never stand in them."
"Don't say never, one day maybe I will get you in a pair."
"I doubt that."
We enjoyed a quiet meal and later snuggled on the couch. Later on I
slid down to the floor separated Victoria's legs and went to work. I
took nearly 40 minutes to bring her to climax and then we went to bed.
The sex was crazy, we were at it for ages and fell asleep absolutely
spent.
The rest of the weekend was spent in much the same way, lots of sex and
lots of lace and nylon. I practiced in the heels until I was
comfortable. We loved each other.
On Sunday evening Victoria and I were lounging with the TV on when she
said, "I would like to make a bet."
"Okay, on what game and what's the prize?" I replied.
"You can pick a game this week. You can pick the consequences for me if
you win."
"Really, any limits? Pierce your nipples?"
"Where did that come from? Would you really want me to get my nipples
pierced? Rings or barbell?"
"I saw a picture in an article in your magazine and thought it looked
hot. Rings I think."
"Wow. I would do that for you if you really wanted it although it's not
something I would have chosen myself."
"I would not want you to do it just for me."
"You have done lots that I have asked. What else did you see in the
magazine?"
"I saw an article about cross dressers but I did not get chance to read
more than a few lines"
"I've read it. Very interesting. There are many more men wearing
women's underwear and clothes than you would think. I got a few ideas
and that's why I want the bet. I want to try something. I don't want
to tell you what is involved, you will find it challenging and probably
slightly humiliating initially but I'm sure it will take us to a new
level of fun. As for the article, I would prefer that you don't read
any more, at least for now."
"Now I'm intrigued and a little scared. But, don't bet, let's just
assume that you won and we'll do whatever it is because I love you and
trust you."
"You are a lovely man. Thank you. It will take me a week or so to get
it organised."
"Okay."
"Do you really want me to get my nipples pierced?" and she winced.
"Only if you want to."
"I think that I will leave the piercing for now."
Chapter 6 - A sissy emerges
The next two weeks passed relatively quietly as far as sexual adventures
go. We had social events, jobs around the house and lots to keep us
busy. We had plenty of great sex. I wore underwear everyday and the
nightie several evenings. There was a tension. Something big was
coming soon and I was a bit nervous.
Thursday at breakfast Victoria looked me in the eyes and said: "I want
you to get away sharp tomorrow. I plan on taking a half day and will be
here by 4 at the latest."
"I can get away soon after two"
"I that case, come home take a long bubble bath and shave, closely,
everywhere!"
"Okay, what's happening?"
"That would be telling. You'll see tomorrow."
I left my office just after two and headed home for a long bubble bath.
I used some of Victoria's bath oil, scented, but I guessed whatever was
going to happen involved me wearing something feminine.
When Victoria arrived she suggested some pink polish on my toes and a
glass of wine to let them dry before we really got started. I was
wearing a black silk wrap and asked, "So what do you have in mind?"
"You will need to wait and see. In a couple of hours you will know but
for part of the time when getting you ready you will be wearing a pair
of glasses that will prevent you from seeing most of it until it's
done."
That made me swallow hard. What did she intend?
"This may be difficult for you but just remember that I love you."
In the bedroom Victoria handed me a pair of glossy 10 denier neutral
coloured tights which I put on. They were very fine and sensuous as
they slid up my legs with no panties underneath. She handed me the pink
silk panties with the lace decoration that had been amongst the first
purchases that she had made several months ago. That was followed by
the matching camisole. I got the feeling that whatever was to follow
was going to be quite feminine.
With tights and underwear on Victoria started on my finger nails. There
was lots of sanding, shaping and then false nails. She applied three
coats of pink polish and a clear coat. The nails were beyond the end of
my fingers by over half an inch and it was clear right away that they
were going to take some getting used to. With a towel over the dressing
table mirror she started work on make-up. I was not that surprised by
this turn of events but it still showed that this was moving things to a
much higher level than had been the case up until now.
Victoria plucked a small number of stray eyebrow hairs to 'tidy them up
a little'. That made me more nervous than anything to this point but
she really only removed a very small number. "One day I'd like to give
them a lot more definition" she said and I felt myself shudder.
After the foundation came eye shadow, blusher and mascara. Then more
mascara and the comment "Nice lashes, next time we'll add some false
ones" I didn't know what to think - false lashes and a 'next time.'
Lip liner followed and then she filled in the lips themselves with a
very shiny pink. 'Girly' was my only thought. I have to admit that the
feeling of the makeup was not unpleasant but lipstick felt really nice.
I was hard, very hard.
Victoria produced a pair of very feminine OTT sun glass that she slipped
on "Don't want you to see any more until we are done and the big reveal"
she said. Well I wasn't going to see anything as the lenses had been
made opaque. Looking down I could just see below the bottom of the
frames but it wasn't worth the effort I wasn't going to get any clues
about the finished me.
"I need to do your shoes now" as Victoria lifted by right foot. I
thought it was odd for a few seconds as it was not shoes that she was
fitting, then I realised that it was some sort of short, ankle length
sock. Then the shoe, clearly it had a heel which was obvious when the
shoe was on and I put my foot back down. It was higher than the bedroom
slippers. A sock and shoe was added to the other foot. Next came a
pair of gloves. I could feel that they were made of lace and
fingerless, it would have been a waste to cover those nails. They were
short, just up to the wrist and the very little that I could see
revealed that they were pink as well as everything else.
After a minute of two fiddling with a something in a wrapping Victoria
then came across and asked me to put my head forward. A wig! A wig, oh
my goodness this was serious. I don't know why it surprised me but it
shook me, what also shook me was the shudder through my body. I could
feel that it was long, touching my shoulders and curly and from a couple
of stay strands that fell across my face below the glasses I saw that it
was blonde, really blonde!
It took a few minutes of adjustment to get it sitting correctly, a bit
of combing and a couple of pins to fix in place before Victoria was
satisfied. She then added a pair of clip on earrings and they must have
been quite long as then brushed my neck.
"This is looking good and turning me on so much I could drag you to the
bed, but that would just be a waste. Please stand up."
I rose and it took me a little time to find my balance in the higher
heels. A little more rustling of paper and Victoria was beside me. Put
your hand on my shoulder and raise your right foot a bit. She guided
something (a dress?) under my foot and then told me to raise the other
foot. As I stood she bent down behind me and started to raise the
garment up my legs. It came up quite a long way, maybe this was just a
top, but why put it on from the bottom. As whatever it was settle it my
waist it was obvious that it was a dress but a short one as I could feel
the bottom of it half way up my thighs.
"Bring your arms forward" said Victoria as she guided my hands into the
sleeves. It was silky and had lots of lace. She moved behind as she
pulled the garment up adjusted it at my throat, it had a collar that
stood up slightly and was close fitting, but not tight at the throat.
She pulled up the zipper and adjusted a fastener at the back of the
neck. She stepped back and moved around adjusting the garment which was
obviously a dress and which I could see, even from my restricted view
was also pink. No surprise really. I was trembling, I realised that I
could not wait to see the result.
Victoria whispered, "I think that is amazing, I am so pleased and I love
you so much. Take a couple of steps this way towards the mirror and
I'll remove the glasses so that you can see. Before I do I warn you
that you may find this a bit difficult."
"What do you mean?" I stuttered.
"Well, you'll see in a second." And she removed the glasses and stood
to one side.
I blinked for a second then looked, I was puzzled and looked at Victoria
and then back to the image in the mirror. I had wondered where the hell
I was, I had not realised for a second or two that the person in front
of me was me. It was a girl, not me! It was me, oh it was me. I uttered
the immortal words.
"I'm a sissy! You've made me a sissy!" I shook as I said it. I was
angry, well for two seconds, then I was aroused, then I blushed, then I
started to swoon and Victoria sat me on the end of our bed.
There was concern all over her face "Are you okay? I warned that it
would be a shock."
"Sissy," was all that I could say. "I want to have another look" I said
as I stood up. I started at the top. Blonde shoulder length curls. A
pink silky dress with lots of lace, lots of lace, that fit close about
the throat, short sleeves in lace and it finished mid thigh with a skirt
that flared, a lot, because of the amount of fabric in it. Lace, pink
fingerless gloves with pink talons. Shiny, shiny legs which ended with
pink lacy ankle socks that had a frill and patent pink peep toe court
shoes with a three inch heel and a huge bow on the side. I realised
that had a small platform as well.
As I worked my way back up I checked my face. I looked good, I looked
different, I looked girly, I looked pretty, how could I look pretty I'm
a guy? Well I did not look much like a guy. Then something clicked -
glossy tights and high heels. I remembered saying that months ago, I
could not recall exactly why but I recall it. "I'm a sissy."
Victoria had been quiet whilst she watched me examining myself. "Yes,
my sissy. Come on let's go downstairs, get a glass of wine and talk.
I'll explain" I blushed red everywhere.
We sat in the lounge, me on the couch and Victoria on a footstool in
front of me. She was looking me directly in the face. I, on the other
hand, was embarrassed, slightly ashamed and it was difficult to look at
her directly for any length of time.
"I told you that you would find this challenging and I see that it is.
I always regretted calling you a sissy because I saw that it hurt you.
The day that you wore tights for the first time you were the one who
made the comment about glossy tights and heels and calling yourself a
sissy. I swore to myself that day that I would never call you that
again unless you said it. But I never forgot what you said."
"I loved what we were doing and have done since then. I am so proud of
you and your openness and willingness to experiment. I know that you
sometimes think that it is wrong, taboo. But I like it, I love our
games, I love what you wear and I love the outcomes especially in the
bedroom."
"The weekend that we went to the dinner you agreed to shave and wear
stockings I was impressed and loved it. I loved what we did that night
and the fact that you slipped on my robe. I knew then that I loved you
so much, that I loved seeing you in those clothes and that you loved the
feelings they gave you."
"When I was on the train the Monday morning after that I was reflecting
on our weekend and how much I had enjoyed it when your statement popped
into my head. I decided then that I was going to get you some more
items, nighties, robes, heels and stuff because we would both enjoy it.
I also decided that I was going to dress you like this, not the exact
outfit but a sissy outfit."
"Please don't cry. You said that you were a 'sissy' although I knew
that you would. It is what I wanted and I knew that there would have to
be this conversation."
"I'm sorry but this is humiliating. You married a man, I was never
macho but not a sissy," I replied as tears continued to roll down my
cheeks.
"I knew that you would have a degree of humiliation and we spoke about
it and the fact that I wanted to push you and you agreed. I loved you
and still love you. No you were never a macho man but that was not what
I wanted. I loved you for you, your sensitivity appealed to me. This
is, and everything else is, between us and no one else. I was not going
to take you out or invite people over to laugh at you. When you saw
yourself dressed as you are, you did not run off or pull the clothes off
or tell me that you hated it did you?"
"No I suppose not," I replied.
"Now, let me ask you a couple of questions. Do you enjoy the feel of the
clothes?"
"Yes I do."
"Do you enjoy the feel of the makeup?"
"Yes..."
"Do you think that you looked pretty? Remember that when you first
looked you did not realise, for a second or two, that it was you."
"Yes." I felt so embarrassed admitting this.
"Are you aroused?"
Oh my, I don't think that I realised how aroused I was. "Yes," I
admitted shamefacedly.
"I knew that and I'm dripping wet as well. I would like you to wear that
outfit until Sunday evening, except in bed and I've got nighties for
that. Then on Sunday evening we will remove everything and chat about
it. I know you will struggle but go with me and on Sunday evening if
you decide this is too much we don't have to do anything like it again.
Okay?"
"Okay."
"Now, I have some snacks, some more wine then we'll have an early night
and tomorrow you can practice in those heels, you walk like a
gunslinger!" With that she reached over and kissed.
"Now let's fix the makeup and get the wine."
We cuddled for the rest of the evening with some music on in the
background. We did not say much to each other or any consequence. We
talked about the makeup and the clothes and where Victoria had purchased
them.
I was aware that we were both turned on and I slipped onto the floor,
pushed her knees apart, slipped down her panties a savoured her for a
long time. She was ecstatic clutching the arms of the chair as she came
several times. After a period of recuperation we went to bed.
"Remove the dress, panties and shoes then slip this on" as she handed me
a pink silk baby doll that was not long enough to cover any of my boy
bits. She stripped and came back from the bathroom wearing but a pair
of pink glittery hold up stockings for just a moment I was jealous until
I noticed the scissors in her hands.
She pushed me back onto the bed and snipped a hole in the tights to
release my erection. Leaving me lying back she slipped over the top and
swallowed me inside her and rode me energetically. I saw her smile down
at me still fully made up and bewigged. We made love, perhaps fucked
would be more accurate, for quite a time. When I came she slid up the
bed with her knees either side of my head and lowered herself. Clearly
she wanted me to clean her up and so I did relishing her love. We fell
asleep soon after.
Chapter 7 - The next day
We slept late. Victoria was first to head for the bathroom saying "I'll
be back soon, stay where you are" and I soon heard the shower running.
A few minutes later she reappeared with damp hair and fastening her
robe.
"Now, I want you to strip, shower and come back here. But shave and
make sure you are smooth. There is make-up remover on the vanity unit."
Twenty minutes later I was back. Victoria was dressed in skinny jeans,
a tight T shirt and low heels. I was surprised and said so. "I want to
get you dressed and then I'm going out as I need to get a few things and
something for dinner. Sit here."
She did my makeup and groomed the wig before handing me a new pair of
tights, a new pair of panties in white silk but covered with lace frills
and a matching, if somewhat less lacy camisole. She left me to dress in
the same dress and shoes, gloves and socks. "Meet me for coffee and
croissants when you are ready."
She looked up as I walked into the kitchen and beamed. "You look
wonderful; I love it and thank you."
"I love the feel of the clothes, make up, wig and shoes but I can't help
but feel it's wrong for a guy."
"I suppose you are right that it's not main stream, but if it feels
good......"
"You don't mind your husband being dressed as a sissy. I suppose I am a
sissy."
"Yes, I suppose so, but my sissy and I love you. I'll be a couple of
hours, don't answer the door and practice walking in the heels. Try
walking backwards in case you ever want to go dancing," she joked.
"There is no chance of that. Ever," I replied.
"Never say never. Look in the mirror and think back six months ago who
would have thought. Mind you I suspect that you might just spend some
time in front of the mirror when I'm out"
She was right. I moved the full length free standing mirror into the
long hall and walked back and forwards. I did not try walking backwards
after nearly falling flat at my first attempt. I could not help but
think a guy in a dress and wig was wrong but in truth I loved the look
and the fell of the clothes, the shoes, make-up and hair. I still felt
guilty.
My feet were hurting by the time Victoria came home and I had slipped
them off a few minutes before she arrived.
"What's this, shoes off?" she asked as she came into the kitchen.
"I sat down two minutes ago, walking in heels is not easy if you've
never done it before."
"I'm not happy, part of this is about you doing as I asked. I'll be
back in a minute." She was unhappy and that disappointed me more than I
would have thought.
She came back with two lengths of pink ribbon. "Shoes on." And I
stepped into them again.
"Foot up here," as she indicated a stool and tied a ribbon under the
sole and tied it on top of my foot. It would not stop me from untying
it but I would not be able to slip it off without a deliberate act to
remove the ribbon. I was puzzled and could not fathom her actions as
she did the other shoe.
"Why are you forcing me?" I asked.
"I asked you to go along with this and you agreed. I was happy with how
this is shaping up but the heels are part of this and I want to remind
you of that with the ribbons and to get used to the heels. We can stop
all of this if you want to go back, but neither of us do. I don't want
to be cruel but we agreed that I should push you. That's what I'm
doing."
"Okay I'm sorry."
"I bought you a present but maybe you won't want it."
"What is it?" I asked excited.
"Well maybe you won't like it anyway. It's an ankle bracelet."
"Really?" I asked as she brought out a box. She took the chain out and
I saw that it had some text. As I looked closer I saw that the text
said 'sissy'. The smile left me.
"I told you that you may not like it. But yesterday you admitted that
you were a sissy, my sissy, so I thought that it was appropriate and
that it was just a bit of fun."
She was right, the way that I was dressed clearly indicated that 'Sissy'
was the correct description. "I'm sorry you are right. Thank you,
please put it on me if you would." She fastened it around my right
ankle. With the ankle socks it was hardly visible but it felt as if it
weighed heavily.
"Let me see how the practice went."
I walked back and forth several times and she made a few suggestions to
improve. "That is really good, well done. I see that you moved the
mirror was that to help on so that you admire yourself?"
"Both," I sheepishly replied.
We spent the rest of the day quietly. Victoria told me that she had
been reading about crossdressers on the internet. She suggested that I
do likewise and gave me a few sites to look at. She also suggested some
cross dresser fiction. Some of the articles that I read were
fascinating and most made me feel better about what we had been doing,
about who I was dressed and that there were far more men, and couples,
like me. Some of the fiction was erotic, some was scary.
That night was a repeat of the previous evening. It was wild and
erotic.
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