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A Change of Lifestyle
Part 6
By Sandy Paris
I would like to thank all of those who have read this story so far and I
am pleased that many of you appear to have enjoyed it. Many thanks to
those who have submitted reviews, most are complimentary, some are
suggesting that the story head in a particular direction, others have
criticisms' but they are constructive and so will be useful for me in
the future. I have read many, many stories on fictionmania (and other
sites) and enjoyed them. It moved me to write something and make a
contribution. There are many parts to come, which are already written,
I hope will keep you entertained but I remind you, I wrote this for
myself and if you also enjoy it - great!
Continuing story about the changes in lifestyle that Chris was
experimenting with, helped and encouraged by his wife.
Chapter 21 - Victoria arriving home
Getting out of the office seemed to take an age. I knew that Chris,
actually Missy, would be waiting and he/she had selected and purchased a
complete new outfit. I had no idea what it looked like but I was
excited, actually I had been horny all day and really need to get home
and change just for that reason.
The front door was ajar and I stepped inside, dropped my bag and coat
and entered the kitchen. A very elegant, beautiful woman was leaning
against the kitchen island drinking a glass of white wine. It could
only have been a few seconds, but it seemed like a lifetime before it
registered that the woman was Missy who was actually my wonderful
husband Chris.
"Oh, wow. That is incredible. Wine now!"
Missy handed me a glass of cold white wine and I gulped at it. I could
not tear my eyes away from this vision. "My god you look incredible. I
have been on edge all day wondering and ..... and I did not expect
this."
"I take it that you approve. You have a choice. Knickers off up on the
worktop or go and shower and change."
"I want the first but that would muss things up so I will go and change,
but you had better know that I have needed sex very badly and a lot of
it and seeing you like this has made that need much greater."
With that I left the room. I knew that I had to. My husband looked
stunning, beautiful, astonishing. I showered and changed into the
clothes that he had left for me, purchased for me, wow. I dashed back
downstairs to get my wine. I made Missy twirl, I inspected her up
close, legs, shoes, dress, nails, hair and make-up. I was astonished.
She was perfect.
"Okay" I said "Let's get a seat and you can tell me all about it." We
spoke for an hour, where he had got the clothes and the ideas. "Things
that I haven't yet seen, the bust and you must have a corset or
something."
"I have on a basque. You know what a shock the bra/waist cincher was
but when I thought about the shape it provides the idea of going a
little further to enhance that appealed to me. It is the correct size
and takes another 2 inches off the waist, that pulls other things up and
some down. It has garters which made sense with the silk stockings."
"Yes I noticed the seams. What about the bust, that is not all the
basque and the fillets is it?"
"No. I purchased a pair of breast forms. I know that the idea was
strange and I was reluctant but it really enhances my figure, and
completes the look. Do you mind?"
"Oh no. No I don't mind at all. First you are correct it does make the
outfit and your figure, you look so feminine but mostly you having the
guts to buy them astonishes me, but I am very happy. You look very,
very feminine, perhaps a touch girly, but not a sissy."
"Ah but don't forget, I am a guy in a dress. Complete with makeup,
underwear, a wig, heels and false breasts. I may not look like a sissy
but there is little doubt in my mind that is what I am. I just don't
want to look like that caricature what we created at first."
"Does that mean that I won't get to see her again?"
"Well, possibly, but I like this look much more, it feels more me, more
right."
That made me think and I paused before asking, "So, tell me about how
you feel."
"I love the style, even though it is now dated, I love how I feel and
look."
"So is this going to be permanent?"
I thought that Missy was going to faint. "No, no, don't be silly, this
is just between us, just fun."
"Are you going to show Jess?"
"I did take a selfie so possibly if I can get up the courage."
"Oh I wasn't thinking about a photo, I was thinking about in person."
"Victoria you cannot be serious, I couldn't." And the colour drained
entirely and I could see him shake a little.
"Just remember what I said a few days ago. It has to happen at some
point and you need to control it. Did you buy anything else?"
"No just this outfit and the things that you have on."
"I love the colour of the hair. It really suits you. Maybe you should
get Jess to colour yours that shade." Again she looked astonished.
"Just a little joke, at least for now. But when you get your own tits
that size you have to get the hair that colour."
"Oh no, this is just fun."
With that we had sex. Well we sucked, fingered, fucked, sucked some
more, fucked some more. It was late when we eventually ate, then we
went to bed and had some more fun. We had developed a habit that
Missy/Chris would eat me out after he had fucked me and that was now a
constant feature of our sex. Did eating cum make him/her more feminine
I wondered?"
We were late getting up the next morning and I had to go to the shops as
it had been a busy week and I needed a few things. Chris was getting
ready again when I left.
As I drove into the town centre I thought about Missy. I loved the look
and the style. I loved seeing my husband in feminine clothes, I knew
that was strange for some people but also knew that there are many more
cross-dressers and trans people out there than we knew about. Last
night I had felt like I had a girlfriend. I liked the way things were.
It occurred to me that watching Chris' weight a bit more might help keep
his waist down which would be good.
As I wandered through the shops I noticed a black jersey flirty skater
type skirt. I don't know why I stopped to examine it, not something
that I would choose for myself but perhaps Missy could wear it. I
stopped for coffee and to think. During our dressing weekends Missy
usually got all dolled up during the mornings and often that was awkward
so perhaps having something less glamorous, or flashy would be a good
idea. After finishing my coffee I went straight back and bought the
skirt. Then I realised that she would need a top and found a thin
woollen pullover with bat wing sleeves. Not very masculine that's for
sure.
I was very pleased with myself as I headed back to my car. I was
passing a charity shop when I stopped suddenly. There in the window was
a dress. It was 1950's style, had a nipped waist, black long sleeved
blouse with large turned back cuffs and a black and white striped full
skirt. I stood and gaped. Then I went in. The dress was in good
condition, hardly worn, it was a good few years old, possibly even from
the 50's, very striking and was the right size for Missy.
I was astonished and headed for the assistant. As it was being wrapped
I noticed a pair of black patent shoes also in good condition and in
Missy's size. They would be perfect and added them to my haul.
On my way home I realised that Chris and Missy were going to need more
wardrobe space. That made me laugh out loud. A few seconds later I
realised that if I had my way it would mean much more space.
Chapter 22 - Victoria back from the shops
Victoria had been away for quite a while and had several bags when she
came into the house. They disappeared and when I asked she told me
about the things that she had bought for herself. I didn't give it much
thought except I was slightly disappointed that there was nothing for
me.
We both did some work and cooked together. We watched some TV and had
another early night. Well we went to bed but did not actually get to
sleep until much later.
Victoria was up first on Sunday morning. She brought me a cup of tea in
bed. "Give me a call when you go in the shower. I have an idea."
About 30 minutes later I stretched and headed for the bathroom and
called out to tell her I was up. When I emerged wrapped in a towel, up
around my torso as women do it, Victora was in the room. "Sometimes
it's not so practical to dress in the fancy outfits when we are doing
chores etc. So I had an idea yesterday. I've laid out your clothes for
the day. Put them on, do your hair and make-up and you can change
later." With that she left.
The basque was there, black tights, pants, the breast forms and two
bags. One contained a black skater skirt and a thin sweater, both in my
size with labels still attached. The other bag contained a pair of
black patent court shoes with a 3 1/2inch heel. They had been worn but
were in good condition. What was all this about?
I dressed in the clothes that Victoria had left and did my make-up,
fairly light and using some grey eye-shadow and a more subtle lip gloss.
The clothes and shoes all fit and I felt good in them. The red wig was
not quite the right style for the outfit but that didn't seem to matter.
Victoria was reading the paper in the kitchen when I got there. She
looked up "Well look at you, that outfit looks good. How does it feel?"
"It feels good, it all fits, it is a nice look but I'm puzzled, didn't
you like my outfit?" She explained the thoughts that she had had the
previous day and hence the outfit. It seemed to make sense. Actually
it felt really good to be wearing the outfit as it was more appropriate
for the time of day. I had worn the breast fillets and breast forms
because they created the look for the outfits that I had worn them with.
The sweater did not need them but I had them in place before realising
that and also realised that they felt appropriate. Maybe I needed my
own. I laughed to myself and then I stopped, maybe that wasn't funny at
all. That was too far and how could I ever hide them?
We spent a few hours on household chores and I looked at my investment
portfolio. Things were going nicely in that regard, better than I had
expected.
Victoria appeared and asked if I was finished and did I want to change
for the evening.
"I'll be with you in five minutes." And when I had closed down the
laptop went to the bedroom.
"Yesterday I spotted something else that I thought you might like."
"Another outfit?" I queried.
"Yes love. It was in a charity shop and looked so suitable given what
you had selected I could not resist. Oh and it was inexpensive."
"Actually our investments are doing really well, I have a reasonable
salary and yours is great."
Then Victoria produced the hanger with the black and white dress. It
was beautiful and a lovely style. I slipped out of the skirt and
sweater and straight into the dress. It fitted like a glove. "Wow its
lovely, thank you." The heels went perfectly with it. Victoria told me
sit and she did my makeup and hair. As she was doing so she said, "I
was laughing on my way home yesterday and thinking that Melissa and
Chris might need more wardrobe space if we keep going like this."
I considered my response. "I know what you mean. We do have a lot of
dress up clothes and they do cost money. I spent quite a bit on my
outfit. Perhaps we should cool it a bit."
Victoria gasped. "What? I didn't mean that. I thought that we were
having fun. I was excited at the prospect of adding to your wardrobe.
Do you want to stop, because I will if that is what you want?"
"No, I like what we are doing, I was just worried about if we were going
too far and spending too much."
"Well you just said that we were doing okay for money and in any case
the charity shop dress cost less than a set of underwear. Actually when
I thought about the room your clothes were taking up I was excited about
adding to them. I don't think we have gone too far, in fact I wonder
how far we can go?"
"There is a natural limit. Some things would be hard to hide for day to
day. You don't want to go about in Chriss' clothes with those nails do
you?"
"No that would be awkward. Actually I have a confession. Yesterday
when I put on the sweater I never thought about removing the breast
forms and when I realised that they seemed natural I wondered how I
could hide a pair. Then I realised what a stupid thought that was. I'm
a guy, guys don't have breasts."
"I must say that had never seriously crossed my mind. You would not be
able to hide them but they would be fun to play with. You could never
really conceal them if we decided, or you decided to stop the dressing.
We have not done anything permanent."
"No we haven't, if you exclude ear and navel piercing."
"That is true but it was you who mentioned a tattoo. Something to
acknowledge what you have been doing."
"Yes I know that. Actually I had wondered about removing my beard. I
never had a heavy growth for a beard but it would help."
Victoria laughed. "That is a great idea, we should do that. And you
could think about doing your legs too, I love mine having had mine done.
May be even your pubic hair, that would be permanent."
I was shocked. "Really, you want me to permanently remove my pubic
hair?"
"Well you wanted to do your face, you keep your legs shaved and your
pubes so why not."
"That would be something thing I could not undo. Let me think about
it."
We made dinner together, had some wine, watched a movie on TV and went
to the bedroom.
I kept all of my things on. Victoria tore a hole in my tights and she
fucked me. When she was done she crawled up the bed and lowered herself
above my face. I could see my cum dripping into my mouth and she sat
down. I tongued and sucked her for so long that I got hard again. She
slipped down and onto my erection. When I came she repeated her earlier
actions. She fell to her side of the bed exhausted and so was I. We
both fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning feeling good but slightly uncomfortable. I was
still dressed including hair, makeup and wig. My shoes were off and I
looked a mess.
Victoria came into the bathroom as I was in the shower. "Morning Missy.
You slept well, must have been tired to forget about your makeup."
"Yes it is a bit embarrassing. I'll be finishing in a minute I just
need to run the razor over my legs."
"Don't shave this morning. The laser treatment works better with a days
growth. I thought we could start there this evening and next weekend do
your beard."
"You want me to permanently remove my hair?"
"Yes I do and so do you, so stop pretending. I know you. You must have
been thinking about it for a while or you would not have said anything.
Same with the tattoo and the tits. I know that you have not made up
your mind about them yet."
I was shocked but she was correct.
I dressed and went to work.
Chapter 23 - The laser
That day I could not help but think about what had happened that weekend
or the things that we had talked about. But I decided on a couple of
things. I did want to get my beard and legs done. I wanted a tattoo
and even had an idea but it would have to wait. The tits, breasts,
boobs - no that was stupid. Nice fantasy but nothing else.
Later that evening we talked and I told her about how I had been
distracted all day. Her response was a bit of a surprise. "I had the
same sort of day. I was distracted and thinking too. I want you to
remove your body hair, all of it. If you are committed to dressing and
doing this as we have and I think that you are, why not? If anyone at
anytime asks you could always explain it away as a disorder of some
sort. I also think that you should get a tasteful tattoo if that is
what you want, discreet and not easily seen but very feminine. It would
turn me on to know that my husband had such a decoration but be aware it
could not easily be removed. Did you have any ideas about a location
and design?"
"Wow. I will think about that before I decide but possibly a small
butterfly next to my pubic hair region or at least where my pubic hair
was."
"Okay. I like that idea and you can show me the design when you decided
so that I approve and I will come with you. Unless you want Jess to go
with you."
"Don't be silly of course not."
"When are you going to invite her round?"
I felt faint. I could not imagine doing that. "Not yet"
That evening we started on the laser hair removal. It turns out that I
could tolerate more than Victoria had and so it went a bit quicker.
Over the next couple of weeks we did my legs, chest, underarms and
beard. We left the pubic area until last. Victoria wanted me to be
sure, but I was, I liked the smooth skin, I was not worried about having
to explain it. When it was done it felt great, so smooth, it made me
look bigger and it was quite sexy. There was no denying that it may
have been a bit odd for a guy but I had crossed that line already and I
loved my new look.
We had little chance for games and dressing over that time because of
social events, work jobs around the house but I did occasionally change
into a skirt, my sweater and heels. We had a discussion about that.
Victoria said, "I'm used to you wearing underwear at all times and your
nightwear and I don't mind that, even the heels. But I do struggle a
little with all the clothes but no wig and makeup. I'd prefer that when
I'm around and you want to wear a skirt, dress etc that you do it all.
If I'm not around I don't mind."
That seemed like a reasonable request and I decided to comply.
Victoria also told me that she wanted to get a new outfit that was a bit
way out but that she wanted to try a very different look. I told her
that I was okay with it and she promised to get what was needed.
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