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The next morning we were up early too. My wife had to go to work. "You'll
need to go shopping today," she reminded me, "even if only for food. But
don't worry, Mother will go with you for the first couple of times until
you are confident enough to go out on your own." As I picked out clean
clothes after my shower I saw that I now had a lot of new pretty
underwear and several more dresses.
After breakfast, I went out with my mother-in-law. I had already realised
that we were likely to meet several more of her acquaintances, but even
so, I knew that this would be less frightening than going out alone. Sure
enough, there were a number of occasions when a lady said "Hello" to my
mother-in-law. The lady would take a good look at me and then look back
at her with a smile. She knew (and approved the fact) that my mother-in-
law had been instrumental in getting me into bra and knickers and a
dress. The girl at the supermarket checkout also gave me a slightly
surprised stare. I was one of her regular customers, but she was
obviously puzzled. She sort of recognised me but obviously couldn't place
me somehow. Then she caught my mother-in-law's eye, looked back at me and
smiled. "Hello, dear," she said. "I like your dress!" As She looked into
my eyes I felt my cock stiffen and became acutely aware of the silky
material of my knickers. I picked up the shopping bag, holding it in
front of me, hoping she would not notice my state of arousal.
I realised that my sissified condition was becoming known to an ever-
increasing of women. And none of them seemed to disapprove of this
situation.
I went out with my mother -in-law again that week. I saw the girl at the
supermarket checkout again. She told me I looked pretty, which made me
blush. She also told me what her normal working hours were, so now when I
go out shopping on my own I always go to her checkout. She always gives
me a big smile and I feel she is a real friend, even though I don't
really know anything about her and have never met up with her anywhere
else. I often wonder if she is friendly to me because she realises that I
have been sissified by my wife and mother-in-law.
On Friday the dressmaker rang to say that the maid's uniforms were ready.
So on Saturday Alice and her mother accompanied me to go and try them on.
I had been practising and could now (with a bit of a struggle) reach the
back zip of my dress. On this occasion, my wife helped me and I stepped
out of the dress. "You'll need to take your slip off as well," said the
dressmaker. "The waitress uniforms have built in petticoats." A little
nervously I slipped my arms out of the shoulder straps of my slip and
slid it down my body. Although Alice and her mother had seen me in bra
and knickers before, this was the first time I had stood in front of
another woman with my knickers on display. She helped me on with the
first waitress uniform. This was black with a white collar. The bodice
fitted snugly to show off the shape of my bust. There were several layers
of frilly white petticoats which made the skirt flare out from the waist.
The white frills were visible around the hem of the skirt. The uniform
was quite short - only just long enough to conceal my stocking-tops when
I stood still. "Oh yes," said Alice, "That's perfect." as her hand
reached up the back of my skirt to fondle my bottom.
The next uniform was a pinafore dress. "This is a practical dress for
doing the housework in," explained the dressmaker. "It's quite long so
that you can kneel down without risking a ladder in your stockings." The
dress opened up completely at the back. I put my arms in the long sleeves
and Alice fastened the buttons down the back of the bodice from the neck
to the waist. Long straps on each side of the skirt passed round the
front of my waist and were tied in a large bow at the back. It looked
rather like a 1950's dress, with quite a full skirt coming down to about
8 inches below my knees. I soon realised, however, that the sides of the
skirt did not overlap at the back. In fact there was a small gap that
probably meant that I would always be showing a glimpse of my knickers.
And my bottom was even more accessible to wandering hands than when
wearing the waitress dress. The dressmaker asked me to reach a bag off
the table and as I bent forward another feature of the pinafore dress
became apparent. The sides of the skirt parted so that my knicker-clad
bottom was displayed. "Wonderful!" giggled Alice.
"Now the third uniform is probably only for those special, more intimate,
occasions," said the dressmaker. "It's another waitress outfit only
rather shorter in the skirt." Short it certainly was! Standing as
demurely as I could in front of the full-length mirror I could see a hint
of my pink knickers peeping out below the tiny skirt. As well as several
inches of creamy hairless thigh with white suspenders attached to taut
black stocking-tops. "Oh, VERY sexy," said my wife. I felt a tingling
sensation in the end of my cock and hoped that this wasn't the start of
an erection. Perhaps realising this, Alice quickly helped me out of the
dress. But she made me wait in my bra and knickers, handing each uniform
in turn to the dressmaker to fold and put into bags, before allowing me
to put my slip and dress back on again.
A couple of weeks later, Alice told me her period was starting. "And that
means a special regime for you as well," she told me. "The corsetiere has
provided a panty girdle for you." She handed me a leaflet to read. It
explained about tucking. How I had to push my balls gently back into my
body and tuck my penis back between my legs. The firm panty girdle would
keep everything in place. "And, of course, you have to wear a panty liner
and change it every time you use the toilet," she added. It took me
several attempts, trying to hold my cock and balls in place with one hand
while pulling up the panty girdle with the other, but eventually I
managed. The garment had suspenders attached, so I was able to put on my
stockings as normal. "Well now that you have a girly crotch, you can wear
some trousers as a special treat," said Alice, handing me a pair of black
trousers. These were tight fitting down to the knee, from where they then
flared. They were quite long, so I had to put on my three inch heels.
Checking my reflection in the mirror, I saw that I did indeed have a
smooth feminine crotch, with no hint of male bulges. Also the stretchy
material clearly showed the outline of my suspenders, especially the
clasps attached to my stockings. To accompany these was a skimpy white
top which showed the outline of my bra. "You can wear that outfit to go
shopping today," said Alice. "The weather is warm, so you won't need a
coat." I knew that this was an instruction, not just a suggestion.
"Remember to purchase some more panty liners while you're out," she
added. "Then change into your pinafore dress - there's a lot of ironing
to do. Mother has said she wants you to iron her knickers, so when I get
back I want to see three tidy piles of freshly ironed knickers. One pile
of Mother's knickers, one pile of my knickers, and one pile of your own
knickers. Now you know what my knickers look like, and what yours look
like, so the others must be Mother's. OK?"
While at the supermarket I was very conscious of wearing clothes that
showed off the outlines of my underwear. I felt that everyone was
watching me. I was grateful to see the friendly assistant at the
checkout. Even she was a little surprised at my outfit. When she saw the
panty liners in the shopping basket, she gave a little nod of
understanding. "It's that time, is it?" she asked and I nodded in reply.
Back home I changed into my pinafore (struggling a little with the back
buttons). I carefully sorted and ironed about a couple of dozen pairs of
knickers. It was strange doing this while wearing a panty girdle. I knew
that normally would have had a big erection from spending so long
handling this silky underwear. But my cock was trapped between my legs
inside the panty girdle. I unplugged the iron and sat down, but an
unexpected wave of pain/pleasure surged through my body and I jumped back
up again immediately. I realised that even though my cock could not stand
up, it had nevertheless grown a little and that I had trapped the swollen
knob-end between my body and the hard wooden chair.
That night in the bedroom Alice watched me take off my stockings. "You
can take the panty girdle off now and put some silky knickers on." I did
so. "I bet those feel better, don't they?" While saying this she was
fondling my cock which immediately responded to her attention, a real
throbbing erection after being trapped in the crotch of my panty girdle
all day. She handed me a glass. "Wank into this for me," she said. "I
don't want you spurting into the bedclothes and making everything
sticky." Once I had squeezed out the last drops of cum she told me to
drink it. "It'll help you feel more girly," she said. "Although not quite
the same as licking it out of my cunt."
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