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My wife's father had to take early retirement as his health was failing,
so she became the boss of the family firm. They had about 20 employees
and the business was doing very well. She was bringing home more income
than I was. Meanwhile, the company I was working for was struggling and
eventually I was made redundant. There was a decent payoff, so I didn't
need to worry about getting another job straight away. My wife said I
could stay at home and sort the house out as there were several jobs
needing doing. We were in the pub one weekend with friends and the
subject of work came up. My wife explained that I was doing the housework
for the time being. My friend's wife joked that she could do with a
housemaid as well. We all laughed, but I noticed a glint in my wife's
eye. So it wasn't a total surprise when a couple of weeks later my wife
announced that she had got an outfit to wear while working round the
house.
It was a Sunday morning. I had just finished shaving when she called me
back into the bedroom. There was a maid's uniform laid out on the bed. A
very short black dress with built-in white petticoats, obviously designed
to make the skirt flare out. There were several pairs of frilly white
knickers, a white bra, a white suspender-belt with a laced back, and
several packs of black stockings. "Now you can't wear stockings with
hairy legs," she said, "so I've got some depilatory cream for you. I'll
help you with it." So it was that I found myself standing in the
bathroom, legs apart, while my wife coated my legs with the cream. Then
she continued applying the cream up my body, coating my pubic area and
bottom, then my chest, back, arms and underarms. She made me stand still
with my hands resting on my head for several minutes. "Tell me if it
starts to sting," she said. It didn't. She gently rubbed my arm to test
if the cream was working. When she was satisfied, she let me step into a
warm shower. "Just rub your skin gently if the hair isn't washing away on
its own," she told me. I was surprised just how much hair was being
flushed across the floor of the shower. She handed me some shower gel.
"Now wash yourself with this." It was Calvin Klein "Obsession". A heady
perfume. Much nicer than the rather strange smell of the depilatory
cream. Moments later I was wrapped in a large towel. "Just pat yourself
dry," she said. "No vigorous rubbing of your sensitive skin!"
Back in the bedroom, she helped me into the uniform. "Knickers first,"
she told me. They felt lovely and silky, especially as they were in
direct contact with my cock, balls and bum. There was not even any downy
hair between my skin and those gorgeous knickers. I could sense a slight
swelling of my cock. It was slightly embarrassing that my body was giving
away how much I liked wearing this underwear. I had to pull the waist of
my knickers down a little so that she could put me into the suspender-
belt. She told me to breathe in while she tightened the laces and tied
them into a large bow. "Now the suspenders need to go down inside your
knickers," she explained. "You always wear your knickers over your
suspenders and stockings. Otherwise you'd have to unfasten your stockings
every time you needed to take your knickers down." The way she said it
sounded as if I might have to take my knickers down quite often.
She showed me how to handle the stockings very carefully and deploy them
up my legs. "Now fasten the suspender clasps and adjust the suspenders so
that your stocking is nicely taut. You don't want slack suspenders and
wrinkled stockings." There were three suspenders for each leg. Once I had
adjusted them to her satisfaction she helped me into the bra and spent
some time adjusting the straps to ensure a comfortable fit. The bra was
lightly padded, but didn't really alter my shape. "You don't need to wear
a bra as you haven't got any boobs," she said. "But it's all part of the
underwear, isn't it? You know, bra and knickers. You'll know you are
wearing a bra. It should feel comfortable, but the straps on your
shoulders and back will remind you that it's there."
Next she helped me into the dress and fastened the back zip. "You'll need
to practice fastening your bra and zip behind your back," she said. "Now
put your shoes on." I saw that there was a pair of shiny black shoes at
the side of the bed. I hadn't noticed these initially. I stepped into
them. They had heels about two inches tall. I could immediately feel that
they changed the shape of my legs and made my bum stick out more. "Now
come and look at yourself," she said. I went over to the large mirror on
the wardrobe. I could see straight away just how short the dress was.
There were several inches of pale hairless thighs showing between my
stocking-tops and the white petticoats peeping out from under the black
skirt. I did have quite sexy legs, though. But it was definitely my face.
And I had almost no bust. I was quite clearly a "cock in a frock". And I
could feel that my cock was now very hard, although it wasn't visible in
the mirror. "Come on then," said my wife, "show us your knickers."
I lifted the front of my skirt. A huge erection was straining at the
front of my lovely knickers. An old-fashioned style of knickers with
little frills around the leg-holes and a high waist. Big enough that my
cock was entirely contained within them. Big sissy knickers. In a
competition between cock and knicker, the knickers would always win. Even
though they felt wonderfully soft and silky, they would be able to cover
my cock however large it got.
My wife seemed to be very pleased with my appearance. "You can wear your
uniform for the rest of the day," she said. "Tomorrow you can put your
underwear on when you get up. But you can wear male outer clothes to go
out shopping. Change into your uniform when you get back home. But you
must remember. These are your working clothes. They are not for wanking
in. I will be expecting to get the benefit of your erections when I get
back from the office!" She showed me how to put lipstick on. "You can
learn about more advanced make-up over the next few weeks. Practice makes
perfect. And we'll let your hair grow so you won't look quite so boyish.
I won't go into the detail of our love-making that Sunday night. Just to
say that it was the best ever. I had to keep my bra and stockings on
until she had finished with me. But then she rewarded me with a lovely
baby-doll nightie with matching knickers.
And that's the story of how I came to be a house-maid. Over the next few
weeks My hair grew long enough that I could wear it in a pony-tail.
Acceptable in boy mode. Practical in housemaid mode. I became quite adept
with applying various cosmetic items. I got into the housework routine
and I know for a fact that the house was cleaner, tidier, and less dusty
now that there was a housemaid to do the work. And each night I washed my
worn knickers and stockings in the bathroom basin and hung them up to dry
overnight. I was a dutiful housemaid, performing all the extra little
that my wife required. And apart from a few regrettable exceptions when
my knickers became cum-stained, I saved my erections for my wife's
pleasure.
It was a comfortable, even enjoyable, routine. I used to think that
housework was boring. But that was before I was provided with a maid's
uniform to wear. I thought that this state of contentment would last
indefinitely. But then my wife came home from work one evening and made a
surprising announcement.
She told me that her personal assistant had handed in her notice. She was
getting married and moving to another town. "I need someone to keep track
of my appointments diary, to prepare letters and reports for me and
generally keep track of the filing. So I have decided that you will be my
new assistant. You'll be paid, of course. So you'll have more money to
spend on pretty clothes. We'll make a few changes to your appearance over
the next week or two before you start work in the office." She explained
that we would not be husband and wife in the office. "People will not
know that we are related," she said. "So you have to take a new name. I
have already told Human Resources that I have found a replacement
assistant, so they don't need to recruit. Apart from me, only the HR
manager will know your true identity. She has to know for legal reasons.
And for the payroll, as your salary will be paid into your bank account."
"So your new surname will be Manhood," she informed me. "You will be
ostensibly a female employee, so your first name will be Sissy. Quite
appropriate, don't you think?" I couldn't really deny that it was an
appropriate name. We were sitting on the settee and she had her hand up
my tiny skirt. As she repeated the name "Sissy Manhood" her fingers were
stroking my hard cock through the front of my silky knickers. "Let me
tell you a bit about Sissy Manhood," she went on. "She has large tits.
She always wears a dress or skirt, never trousers. Her hemline is just a
couple of inches above the knee. She always wears stockings and
suspenders, never tights. She has pierced ears and manicured nails. She
always refers to me and addresses me as Miss Willis. Everybody in the
office addresses her as Sissy. She makes her own way to the office - she
doesn't travel in my car as a rule, although she might sometimes travel
with me to meetings. And to avoid cock-ups in the office she wears a
chastity device while at work. A device for which I have the key. OK so
far?" "Yes, Miss Willis," I replied. "Thank you, Sissy," she answered,
giving my cock a gentle squeeze.
Work started on changing my appearance started almost immediately. My
wife had acquired a pair of silicone breast-forms and attached these to
my chest with medical adhesive. Although I could see that they were quite
large, I was surprised how heavy they were. I was grateful for my new bra
- it helped transfer the weight of my tits onto my shoulders. She had
bought me a few outfits suitable for a personal assistant to wear. A
personal assistant with large tits. She took time off work to accompany
me to a beauty salon to get my hair sorted out, my ears pierced and my
nails done. I had to get used to having my cock locked into a chastity
device during the daytime hours. I had to practise signing my name. Sissy
Manhood. That's who I was now. And what I was too. It was all very
exciting. But as the weekend approached I realised that it probably
wasn't only going to be at work that we would not be husband and wife.
The nature of the changes to my appearance were not going to be
compatible with switching back to boy mode in order to socialise. I was
going to be Sissy full-time.
And the weekend before my first visit to the office my wife made another
announcement. "My period is just starting," she said. "It's something all
women have to cope with. Even Sissy Manhood. It means that I have to use
a tampon in a part of my anatomy that you don't have. So you'll be using
this instead for your period, which you'll find will coincide with mine."
She handed me a black rubber object. It was shaped like a rather large
eggcup containing a rather pointed egg. "It's a butt plug," she
explained. "You'll need to use some lubricant to get it iinto your
bottom." I must have looked rather shocked. I didn't think anything that
big would fit into my bum-hole. "You can put it in now," she said,
indicating that we needed to go into the bathroom. She gave me a tube of
lubricant jelly. "You'll need to keep this in your handbag while you're
having your period," she said. "Get your knickers down." She squeezed out
a generous amount of the jelly onto my middle finger and told me to
spread it around and into my bum-hole. She also squeezed some onto the
butt plug. She handed me the plug and guided my hand so that the end of
the plug touched my hole. "Now push gently and at the same time try and
relax your bum muscle." I managed to start doing this. The butt plug
seemed very large (as indeed it was). After some time I could feel that
the largest part had passed inside my bottom, and it seemed that my bum-
hole was drawing the plug inside me so that it could close round the
narrow part of the plug. I felt rather full of butt plug. "You'll need to
practise this several times before Monday morning," she told me. "You
don't have to wear the plug at night and I would advise you to try and
have a dump before you insert the plug each morning."
It was a rather nervous Sissy Manhood that started work the following
week. Nervous at arriving at a new job. And of having to get there on my
own by public transport. Nervous at meeting all my new colleagues.
Wondering if they would realise that I was a sissy male and not female.
Although I was getting used to the weight and feel of my large tits and
the way they moved, this was still a fairly new sensation. I was
conscious of keeping my buttocks clenched to prevent my butt plug from
coming out (although there wasn't really any chance of it just slipping
out - the part inside me was too wide for that to happen accidentally).
And all this took my mind off the chastity device that I was wearing. I
didn't have to do very much work the first day. There were lots of forms
to sign (as Sissy Manhood) and familiarisation of fire escape routes and
other procedures. And of course finding the location of the ladies loo.
But it was signing my name that gave me a little thrill. Each time it was
an acknowledgement, an acceptance, another brick in the wall, another
step along the way, leaving the past behind. I AM Sissy. I am A sissy.
This is me. Sissy Manhood personified.
I was pretty exhausted by the time I got home that evening. My wife had
taken pity on me and given me a lift home. We had stopped on the way to
pick up a takeaway meal. She told me that as it was my first day, I could
remove the butt plug straight away. I went straight to the bathroom and
removed the huge plug, rinsing it under tap, before washing my hands. It
was a huge relief to feel empty again. When I got downstairs, my wife had
laid the food on the table. But before I sat down, she took the chain
from round her neck that help the key to my chastity device. Sissy
Manhood was free again. And as we sat on the settee after eating, her
hand reached up my skirt to ensure that my cock was hard for her.
In the days that followed I got back into the routine of working in an
office again. Fitting the butt plug was also getting easier. Obviously my
bum-hole was used to being stretched to get the plug in. Nevertheless, I
was relieved at the end of the week when my wife informed me that my
period was over. Until next month.
Saturday evening was another nervous moment. We were meeting our friends
in the pub. It would be the first time that they would have seen my new
look. I soon realised that they already knew about me, however. They were
very kind and polite, complimenting me on my appearance. I was very
relieved. My friend's wife asked if I preferred office work to house
work. "Oh," said my wife, "Sissy is still my housemaid, but only at
weekends now." Fortunately my maid's uniform had a very stretchy top, so
it still fitted me even though I now had large tits. Although having a
large bust meant that the hemline was a bit higher (and more revealing)
at the front. And after a week wearing somewhat formal office attire, it
was quite relaxing to get into that very short maid's uniform. Flashing
my stocking-tops and knickers. And being more accessible to my wife's
roaming hands.
I settled into the routine of being a full time Sissy. The office work
wasn't too onerous and Miss Willis seemed satisfied with my work. Each
month the start of my period was a little painful as my bottom had to get
used to being stretched again. But then it got easier.
My wife's birthday was coming up. I asked what gift she would like. "Oh,
I've already got myself a present," she replied. "But you can give it to
me on the day." The day came at a weekend. Just after my period had
finished. I had placed the wrapped parcel by the bed and handed it to my
wife while we were still in bed. "Happy Birthday, darling," I said.
"Thank you dear," she replied. "And yes I hope so." She got out of bed. I
watched her unwrapping the parcel. I didn't know what was inside. Not
until she opened it and put her present on. I hadn't seen a strap-on
dildo before. But I had a good idea what was going to happen next. The
dildo wasn't as wide as the butt plug. But it was a lot longer.
Fortunately the tube of lubricant jelly was to hand.
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