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The following morning she told me to get up, to take off my sleep bra and
knickers, put my knickers in the laundry basket, and then come to the
bathroom. "I'm going to put some depilatory cream on you," she explained.
"It smells a bit weird, but you'll be lovely and smooth afterwards." She
applied the cream to everywhere that was hairy below my neck line. I
wasn't a very hairy person, but that still meant that most of my body was
covered. While I was standing there waiting for the cream to do its work,
Alice started to explain what was happening. "Well, as you know, darling,
we don't have much money and we have to rely on my Mum financially. She
was willing to buy you some new outfits, but on certain conditions. You
know that my father died several years ago and Mum remarried. They were
fairly well off and employed a maid. But my stepfather was caught
screwing the maid, which was why they divorced.
She would like to have a maid again, but didn't want to risk seeing
another marriage ruined. Also I'm sure that there's an element of wanting
revenge on the male sex. But you were already doing all the housework
anyway, so she suggested that she would buy you some maid's outfits, and
other female clothes as well. I said I would only go along with this if
you were willing. And last night's little experiment worked a treat. We
had only bought a few items at first, in case you weren't willing to play
along. But now we know it's a win-win situation all round. She will get a
maid, you'll get pretty feminine clothes to wear (which you can't deny
turns you on), I'll get great sex. Oh, and, of course, I'll know that my
husband is not screwing the maid because my husband IS the maid. And my
Mum has some useful contacts... beautician, hair stylist, dressmaker, and
so on. Anyway, it's now time to get in the shower and wash that hair
right out of my man."
Once in the shower, I watched my body hair disappear. There was only
feminine shower gel available, also only feminine shampoo with
conditioner. As I stepped out of the shower Alice was ready to pat me dry
with a fluffy towel. "Better not to rub too hard after using the
depilatory cream," she explained. She gave me a dressing gown and showed
me how to wrap a towel round my hair. "It's good that you've been letting
it grow recently," she said. Back in the bedroom she set to with hair
dryer and comb, then helped me dress in my underwear. "You need to have a
very close shave," she said. "Make sure you shave off all your side-
burns." It seemed a little strange standing at the bathroom basin in bra
and knickers, suspender-belt, stockings and heels while shaving. Strange,
but not a little erotic. Once she was satisfied that I was smooth enough,
Alice helped me into my dress. I couldn't manage the zip unaided and once
she had done it for me I realised (with a little shiver of excitement)
that I was trapped in the dress until she released me.
After a light breakfast, we went out to the shops. My mother-in-law
drove, with my wife in the passenger seat and me in the rear seat. As we
got near to the parking area I began to get very nervous. I realised just
how short my dress was. The ladies got out first and opened the rear door
for me to get out. I realised that they were standing so as to block the
view as I inexpertly stepped out. However, judging by my mother-in-laws
satisfied grin, she had a clear view of my knickers. I realised I would
have to learn how to get out of a car without opening my legs so far
apart. "Don't walk too fast and take short steps," advised Alice as she
took my arm. "And ignore all the male glances. They can't really see up
your skirt. Avoid making eye contact."
We met a number of my mother-in-law's friends that day. First was the
lady who specialised in corsetry. Alice partly unzipped my dress so that
I could take my arms out of the sleeves, while allowing the skirt to
cover up my knickers. The lady fitted me with a falsie bra, which felt
quite different from the normal bra with balloons in the cups. I was
surprised how heavy the falsies were - their weight made me more aware of
the shoulder-straps of my bra. "Are you interested in any other
foundation garments?" asked the shop-keeper. My mother-in-law asked what
she had in mind.
"Well, he's quite slim, so doesn't really need a corset," she replied,
"but some ladies prefer to see firm control of unsightly bulges, if you
know what I mean. And it's also possible to add padding to provide more
shapeliness around the hips and bottom."
My mother-in-law turned to Alice. "What do you think, dear?" she asked.
My wife smiled. "We'll just get a bra for now. Let's see how much of a
problem we have with unsightly bulges - we can always come back if we
need firmer control!" She turned to the shopkeeper. "Do you get many
customers like this?" she asked, looking in my direction.
"Oh, you'd be surprised," replied the lady. "And it's often the wife's
mother who is able to assist in such matters." She glanced across at my
mother-in-law and a sort of knowing look passed between them. Alice re-
fastened my dress over my new bust while her mother paid for our
purchase. I turned the recent remarks over in my mind. How many husbands
were forced or persuaded into bra and knickers by their wives and
mothers-in-law? And did my mother-in-law have a circle of friends who
specialised in this sort of thing? Would I get to meet other husbands in
skirts?
The next visit was to a dressmaker friend of my mother-in-law's. She took
several measurements and said that my uniforms would be ready in a week's
time. There would be two "waitress" style ones and a pinafore dress for
wearing while carrying out cleaning and other household chores. We went
on to a couple of shops selling ladies' wear. My wife picked out a couple
of short slips for me. "Why have only one layer of silky nylon round your
bum when you could have two?" she remarked. However, for the moment I
didn't get to enjoy this sensation. I tried on dresses in each of the
shops. Of course, this meant the three of us going into the changing-
room. My mother-in-law sat down while my wife unzipped my dress. As I
stepped out of it I was relieved that my nervous state meant that my cock
was not aroused. But I could tell that my mother-in-law was enjoying
seeing me in bra and knickers. There were several mirrors in the changing
room, so whichever way I turned she could get a good view. It was only in
the second shop that Alice suggested I put on one of my new slips while
in the changing room. "Doesn't that feel good?" she said, stroking my
bum. It certainly did! And I felt my cock stiffen a little. Fortunately I
was quickly into a dress, and by the time I slipped it off again no
erection was obvious. We bought two dresses, one of which was for
everyday wear and the other was a "little black dress". "Even a maid
needs to look her best when invited out," explained Alice.
The final visit before lunch was to a shoe shop. Alice selected a few
styles and asked an assistant to bring pairs for me to try on. As the
girl went to fetch the shoes I sat on a chair and my wife and her mother
sat directly opposite me. "Now don't forget you're wearing a skirt," said
Alice. It was tricky trying on shoes while trying to keep my legs
together. The sales girl was kneeling in front of me. Although she was
not obviously trying to see up my skirt, neither was she averting her
gaze at all. She seemed to have brought a few shoes in the wrong sizes so
that I had to try shoes on several times. Eventually we picked three
pairs, one pair with 2 inch heels and the other two with 3 inch. One of
the higher heeled pairs was suitable to go with the little black dress.
As the sales girl got to her feet, she turned to my wife and smiled.
"Thank you, Sheila," said Alice. Suddenly I realised where I had seen her
before. She had been a bridesmaid at our wedding.
After the stress of trying to keep my knees together all the time I was
trying on shoes, I was relieved to be able to sit in a restaurant with my
knees hidden under a tablecloth. Alice stroked my leg. "You did very
well," she said. "We only got a few glimpses of your knickers. But
probably Sheila saw a bit more than we did!" After some good food and a
couple of glasses of wine I felt much more relaxed as we made our way to
another of my mother-in-law's friends who ran a beauty parlour. I was
helped into a wrap which came well below my knees. I sat down and the
treatment began, while Alice and her mother went off to do more shopping.
Some of the treatment was a little painful. Having my ears pierced wasn't
too bad, but having my eyebrows extensively plucked was much worse. Those
that remained were then trimmed short. "That's the worst over," said the
beautician." I think you'll find the rest quite soothing." And indeed it
did feel good as strong but gentle fingers massaged shampoo into my hair.
As I leaned back with my head over the basin the same fingers helped the
warm water rinse out the shampoo. I had a sort of "out of body
experience", imagining that I was looking down at myself in this semi
recumbent position. Only in the vision I wasn't wearing a wrap, nor a
dress. I was just in my bra and knickers, suspenders and stockings,
almost lying back, with my legs slightly apart... I felt my cock stiffen
and hoped it would not be noticeable under the wrap. My hair was styled,
and while it was drying my nails were manicured. Then just a light make-
up was applied. Alice and her mother had arrived back loaded with
shopping bags. "What do you think?" the beautician asked Alice. "I
thought this level of make-up was appropriate." "Quite right," replied
Alice. "We can't have the maid looking more glamorous than the ladies of
the house." As I looked at my reflection I did think that my appearance
was smart but feminine, and suitable for my new position in the
household.
Later, back home, I was preparing a light supper and thinking back over
the events of the day. Sheila from the shoe shop had probably rung all
her friends to tell them that Alice had got her husband wearing a dress.
And that she had been looking up his skirt as he tried to put his feet
into shoes without showing his knickers. An impossible task, of course.
She had been able to see that he was wearing pink knickers and stockings
with suspenders... And now I was about to carry food into the dining room
wearing a dress (even though not yet in a uniform). It would be my first
activity as a maid. The only problem was that I had a huge throbbing
erection lifting the front of my skirt. I dared not touch it for fear
that I would not be able to hold back from spurting copiously, soaking my
knickers and very possibly the front of my dress as well. I carried the
tray at a height to try and hide the outline of the tentpole under my
dress. While serving my mother-in-law I felt her hand reach up the back
of my dress to stroke my knickers. Alice laughed. "I don't mind you
fondling the maid's bottom," she said to her mother, "but the bit at the
front is just for me!"
We went to the bedroom early that evening. Alice stripped down to her
knickers before helping me to undress. "Have you had a good day, dear?"
she asked as she unzipped my dress. I remembered being in the shoe shop,
trying to keep my legs together as I tried on shoes, while our former
bridesmaid knelt in front of me with a clear view up my skirt. And them
that dreamy state in the beauty parlour imagining that I was just lying
there in my underwear. And finally the experience of carrying the tray of
food into the dining room with my erection lifting the front of my
skirt... By the time that my dress dropped to the floor, my throbbing
cock was now lifting the front of my slip and my wife led me across to
the bed. As I lay down, she slipped her knickers off and I pulled my own
knickers down. Her cunt was warm and juicy as it swallowed my cock. "Why
didn't we do this before?" she panted. "This was obviously meant to be."
A few moments later as I licked out our combined juices I felt that
becoming a maid had been a wonderful experience: my wife was my boss and
was now the dominant partner in our marriage, I was wearing a bra and
knickers and displaying my pretty legs in a short skirt. And wearing a
skirt meant there was always that risk that someone would be able to see
my knickers and discover my secret - that I was a husband whose wife made
him wear women's clothes.
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