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Smash the Patriarchy:
I recall the day my oldest daughter Gillian came home with a mug that her
friend had bought her which said "Smash the Patriarchy!" on it.
This was the first time that I felt my authority as head of my household
challenged.
I was, after all, the father of two girls and we lived in a modest four
bedroom detached house just outside Birmingham. I was used to being
obeyed.
I told Gillian and Natalie that when they went to school I expected them
to wear their hair no longer than their Mum's and to dress appropriately.
This meant no skirts or heels, no make up and no cleavage on display.
I was called the day after Gillian came home with her mug by the
Headmistress because my wife, Bridget, was on a training course.
"I am sending Gillian home from school."
"Why?"
"Because she has come to school in high heels, fishnet stockings and a
leather miniskirt."
I explained that I was as shocked as the headmistress and had always told
Gillian how I expected her to dress when she went to school and just what
that entailed.
The headmistress expressed surprise and told me ,"Ah, I see. Girls of
this school year are allowed to wear miniskirts, just not leather
miniskirts. Gillian, of course, knows this and normally wears a suitable
miniskirt like the other girls in her class. Fishnet tights or stockings
are also forbidden as are high heels but girls of Gillian's age and
indeed Natalie's age are permitted to wear makeup so I would encourage
you to be less repressive of your daughters as this is obviously why
Gillian was rebelling."
I was surprised to find out how my girls dressed for school as my wife,
Bridget, would normally take them to school or at least to the station so
I assumed when the headmistress told me about why Gillian was being sent
home that the girls must have been getting changed after leaving the
house but it turned out that Bridget knew all about what they wore to
school and was actively encouraging them to dress that way.
As their father I felt that it was my role to tell them what to wear.
They would often take public transport either to or from school I did not
want men lusting after them or worse still interfering with them, so I
had been quite clear that they were not to wear make-up or miniskirts to
school and how I expected them to dress. I have since come to learn from
experience that this patriarchal way of thinking is considered to be
"victim blaming" and indeed rather sexist. A girl should be allowed to
wear whatever she wants to wear without having a man dictate to her what
she can or cannot wear or having to fear what some pervert is thinking of
and that that sort of man was as likely to lust after or interfere with a
girl In trousers as a girl in a miniskirt.
I told Bridget that I was not happy that they were ignoring my clear
instructions about how they should dress.
Bridget replied, "Do the girls or I tell you what you should wear? Maybe
we should? You have noticed that your overprotective dress code is more
restrictive than their school, Emmanuel?"
"The school isn't their Mum and Dad," I replied. "Don't you see that? I
just want to know my girls are safe because they are dresssed sensibly."
I was not hearing what Bridget was telling me.
"They're not your little girls any more, they are young women now,"
Bridget said.
"I will take them to school next Monday and we will introduce a new
family tradition of 'dress like your Dad day' to ensure they don't get
sent home from school again," I said. "Tell Gillian and Natalie that
they are to stop wearing miniskirts, makeup and heels to school and wear
sensible clothes like a teeshirt, jeans and trainers. I expect to be
respected in this and they need to know we are in agreement about this."
So after our conversation, at dinner, Bridget told the girls what I had
told her, explaining that she agreed. The girls reacted like they were
being punished.
After we had had dinner and the girls had gone up to their rooms to do
their homework I saw that Bridget showed me that she had been reading a
book on parenting. She told me, "It says here that 'traditionally a
mother is protective of her children, whereas the father's role is to
encourage the children to experiment and try things out.' You do
realise, Emmanuel, that you are behaving more like their mother than I
am? Let our daughters experiment and try things out. Maybe you should to
and learn to relax a bit."
"What does that mean?"
"Try this relaxation hypnosis tape."
I did not know, that the tape was in fact a feminisation tape or that it
would bring me closer to my girls. It had been something Bridget had
been planning for some time. As a result of the hypnosis I would start
having strange dreams which would open me up to the idea of
crossdressing. I would also become disgusted by meat and become a vegan.
When this happened it would mean Bridget and the girls could now dress me
as a woman.
After dinner I went in upstairs to speak with Gillian about how I was not
happy she had disrespected the house rules, even though we were being
more strict than their school. Gillian replied, "Dad, I have got a lot
of homework to do and it wasn't as if my skirt was really any shorter
than any of the other girls' skirt. It's not like it was a micro-
miniskirt like a lot of girl wear."
I was stuck here as we both knew that I had let Gillian wear a micro-
miniskirt the previous day when I took her shopping.
"But I will do your dress like your Dad day like you have asked me to and
you won't have any more complaints from school about my attire as long as
you agree to let Natalie and I decide what you and us are going to do
together at the weekend. Is that a deal?"
"No problem," I replied.
So the next week Bridget told me we had no more complaints from the
school about Gillian wearing inappropriate clothing and I was pleased to
hear I was being obeyed.
On Saturday morning I usually work out but I had to show Gillian and
Natalie that I was a man of my word so we went shopping. They knew about
the feminisation tapes that I was listening to and, unlike me, the
purpose of the tapes and were setting about buying my new wardrobe.
Naturally I had no idea that this was what we were doing as they did not,
of course, tell me.
The first place we went was the local department store's perfumery
department. Claire wanted to get a lipstick for her new friend Kate.
She ran out of hands to try the various shades on so she asked me to let
her use my hand to. I figured it would rub off so I let her.
Gillian asked me which shade I liked the most and I said I liked the
scarlet one best.
Gillian said she had only chosen colours that would suit me. For a
moment I started to think she was serious, then she laughed and said,
"Gotcha!"
The irony of course was that she was in fact telling the truth as I would
subsequently find out.
Eventually Gillian chose a scarlet shade that she had tried on my hand
and some matching eyeshadow and it was then time to find some perfume.
She opted for Hypn?se after seeking my approval and we went to get a
coffee. This was a private joke between Gillian and her Mum and a
reference to my tapes.
Generally I didn't drink coffee but I knew Natalie liked coffee so I had
one too. We all updated our Facebook pages and checked our e-mails.
After the coffee we were off to buy mascara.
Then we went to the lingerie department for Natalie.
As I had been listening to the tapes for a week now my usual fear of
being seen anywhere neat the lingerie department was missing... You know
what I mean, when as a boy you went into the lingerie department with
your mother and you looked at all those beautiful bras, panties and slips
and the hosiery! You were on another planet and you wanted to touch all
those beautiful clothes then the fear came on you that someone would
think your mother was buying clothes for you. I was frightened as a
little boy that people would think I was a transvestite or a transexual,
but I had always wondered what it would be like to try on some of this
beautiful clothing. I attributed the loss of this fear to the more
simple fact that I was with my daughters. This, in fact, was not true as
I had never been lingerie shopping with them before. I, however, told
myself that as I had two daughters of my own I felt at ease as we looked
at the clothing there and Gillian asked me what I liked. I said I liked
some of the laciest and most feminine of the garments Gillian held up
against herself and she picked out various matching sets of lingerie and
some hosiery.
Finally it was time to call it a day and I had both hands full of bags of
Natalie's shopping and some of Gillian's although Gillian also had a hand
full of bags.
I was exhausted.
"How did your shopping trip go ladies?" Bridget asked when we got home.
I wasn't paying sufficient attention to register what Bridget had said.
"We had a great time," I replied.
"I am glad to hear you and your daughters had a good time," Bridget said.
"Yeah, Dad was a great sport," Gillian said.
"Well if I hear no complaints this week, you can choose what we do next
weekend too," I added.
It was a fairly uneventful night except that I dreamt the first of the
strange dreams I remember as a result of the tapes. I dreamt that I was
a little boy in the lingerie department with my Mum again. However this
time she really was buying lingerie for me and when I looked up at her
face she was Natalie. I had never particularly thought there was any
resemblance between them before. Also, in my dream I was no longer
afraid but really excited about the lingerie that Mum was buying for me.
I thought when I remembered the dream that this was my subconscious mind
telling me that there was no reason to be afraid.
The following night I dreamt that I actually was a girl. I was standing
in the bathroom wearing a white silk bra with a lace trim and matching
panties and a full length slip and I was putting on mascara and with each
stroke of the brush my lashes grew longer until I looked like a showgirl.
Then I was standing there in a scarlet and black sequin leotard wearing a
matching headdress with massive pink feathers, fishnets tights and black
knee length leather boots with a seriously high heel.
There following week there were again no complaints about Gillian's
attire so we had another shopping trip. This time the girls told me they
wanted to surprise their Mum and buy some outfits for her. The irony of
course was that they were in fact buying the clothes for me.
My wife and I were about the same size so the girls held up the dresses
against me to get an idea of what they would look like on their Mum.
"I don't think that's your colour," Natalie said holding a green velvet
knee length dress against me.
"I thought green suited me," I said pretending to be offended.
As with the previous weekend I had an arm full of dresses in bags by the
time we went in search of coffee.
It was nice to see Gillian and Natalie look so happy. They both
complained of having problems finding a boyfriend who did not just want
to sleep with them and saw them for who they were.
I realised they would be uncomfortable discussing this further but
wondered if any boys had had sex with them yet.
After coffee Gillian said she wanted to collect some costumes for a
girl's night out with Mum and asked me to wait in the caf? for her with
the rest of the shopping. I was puzzled that she came back with four
bags when there were only the three of them but I didn't think to ask any
questions. I have subsequently learnt that the bags contained the French
maid and showgirl outfits for all of us.
I was exhausted.
"Wow, you ladies have been busy!" Bridget said when we got home.
"We shopped till we dropped!" I replied.
I do not remember much of the week that followed save that I had a
strange dream that Bridget and I were working as servants in some a
stately home. Bridget was dressed as a French maid and was dusting the
bedside table as I watched her lean over to reach the far side of the
table and caught a glimpse of her panties and suspenders.
"Wow you look hot, Bridget," I said.
"You don't look so bad yourself," she replied as I finished tucking the
sheets under the mattress and turned round to see Bridget and another
French Maid in the mirror. I was just about to ask Bridget who the other
French Maid was when I woke up.
On the following weekend's shopping trip I found myself going shopping
with all three of my girls. We had been to the pub for lunch and I do
not recall what happened exactly that afternoon save that picked a vegan
option and I wound up with as many pairs of high heels as my girls. I
recall there was some mention of how horsemen were wearing high heels and
some sort of challenge to my masculinity along the lines of "Real men
wear heels!"...
The following morning Gillian came into our bedroom and announced, "Today
is DRESS like your Daughter day!" I was surprised. I wasn't sure if I
was awake or still sleeping.
"That is so not happening," I replied.
Bridget said "Gillian has had four weeks of Dress like your Dad days.
It's time you tried it!"
I faced three angry looking young women.
I found myself trying to placate them by saying, "But I don't have any
clothes."
"Open your drawers, Emmanuelle," Bridget said.
"It's Emmanuel..."
I opened my drawers.
Instead of my boxer shorts I was saw the sets of panties and bras that I
had bought with the girls and instead of my socks there were packs of
hosiery that I had bought with them.
I looked in my wardrobe and noticed dresses and slips that I had bought
with the girls hanging where my suits used to be and blouses and skirts
that I had bought with them where my shirts and trousers used to be.
So I was bundled into the bathroom and told to shave off my body hair and
eyebrows. They would not let me out until I had done as I was told.
Having shaved I felt really vulnerable as Bridget drew eyebrows on and
then Gillian stick false eyelashes on my eyelids. They were like the
showgirl I had dreamed. Gillian put on mascara and scarlet eyeshadow and
then gave way to Alice who pulled out this pencil and drew an outline
round my lips before getting me to practice my pout as she put scarlet
lipstick and lipgloss on my lips.
The face in the mirror didn't look like mine anymore save for the hair
that surrounded it.
As if reading my thoughts Bridget put a wig cap and wig on my head
leaving me looking like a girl with long blonde hair running down my
back. With this wig I now had longer hair than my girls.
"Do you see Emmanuel, when you look at your face in the mirror?" my wife
asked.
"No I see Emmanuelle," I admitted.
I couldn't believe how beautiful I looked. I looked at myself in the
mirror as the Gillian glued false breasts on to my chest and Natalie
attached my first bra to my chest.
"I guess you could really say you have grown a pair," Bridget said.
The phrase suddenly had new meaning. I had always understood it to refer
to a pair of balls but now it meant breasts.
Then Bridget sent the girls out whilst she told me to take off my towel
and put on my first pair of panties.
Then she showed me how to attach a suspender belt and roll a pair of
fishnet stockings up my legs and attach them to the straps.
Then she helped me into a silky black dress and attached a white apron
around my waist and I was told that I was wearing one of the costumes
Gillian had collected. It turned out that they wanted me to feel like I
was one of the girls and Bridget, Gillian and Natalie were also dressed
as French maids. We were about to go out on our first girls night out.
A few weeks ago I would have forbidden my girls to go out dressed like
this. Now the tables had turned and I was wearing just the sort of
miniskirt and make-up I had forbidden them to wear.
I found myself asking myself, "Why shouldn't a girl wear what she wants?
I might look sexy but I am not asking for it. Maybe it is time to smash
the patriarchy? Why should men tell a woman like me what I should and
should not wear?"
So I was now dressed like my daughters and really did feel like I was one
of the girls. I could see men staring at us on the train into town and
at the club. I knew they were thinking of having sex with us and I lost
count of how many men "accidentally" brushed against me, touching my
legs, breasts and butt. As a man would be doing this to me I would see
another man do something similar to Bridget or one of the girls but I
felt unable to say or do anything to protect them whilst at the same time
being subject to another man's wandering hands. It was humiliating for
me not to be able to be man enough to protect any of my girls from this
experience although perversely I was turned on by the humiliation of
being groped and being so powerless at the same time.
"A real man would have protected us," said Bridget stroking my fishnet
encased legs. "Which goes to show why you are so appropriately dressed
in your French Maids outfit, Emmanuelle, because you are not a real man!"
As Bridget and I made love that night I sensed dress like your daughter
day was going to become a lot more regular.
The next morning I got up and reached into my cupboard in the dark for a
full length slip.
Quickly I gathered up the maid costumes Bridget and I had been wearing
and went to the girls rooms. Normally I would have left Bridget to do
this but now I was one of the girls it was easier for me to go into their
rooms. They had left their costumes on the floor by the door as they
always did with their clothes from the previous day.
Then I heard Bridget come into the kitchen behind me. "I have chosen
your showgirl outfit today, Emmanuelle, for dress like your dad day.
It's about embracing the new you. But don't forget the headdress and
your fishnet tights."
How had dress like your Dad day come to mean dress like a showgirl? I
thought to myself as I rolled my fishnet tights up my legs and stepped
into my scarlet and black sequinned leotard. As I pulled the straps up
my arm I felt the leotard ride high up my butt crack emphasising my two
butt cheeks.
I zipped myself into the knee length black leather boots that went with
the costume.
Bridget helped me put my matching headdress.
It turned out that the girls were not happy about having to go to school
dressed like showgirls as they knew that the boys would see them as
nothing other than sex objects now but at the same time they found it
hilarious that I was dressed like them.
"Just as well it is a fancy dress day at school for dress like your Dad
day!" laughed Gillian. "Do you feel like a hypocrite, yet, Emmanuelle?"
"I think Emmanuelle should accompany you to school today girls, in case
the headmistress has any problem with your outfits, but I am worried
about her travelling on public transport alone dressed like this.."
I received a text advising me that my employer was laying me off with
immediate effect. It was almost certainly for the best as I couldn't
have gone to work dressed like this.
Bridget was the only one of us not dressed as a showgirl when she dropped
the girls and me at the station.
And sure enough I met with the headmistress when I arrived at the school
and she clocked me as Gillian's father as soon as we arrived. "I see,
Emmanuelle, that you have taken my words to heart about being less
repressive."
"How did you know who I am?"
"Well, I know Bridget well as we went to school together and your wife
texted me to ask if we have any vacancies as you have just lost your job.
It turns out we are short on dinner ladies, could you start today?"
I found out that day what it felt like to be seen as a sex object by a
school of teenage boys.
I had hoped, as their father, to stand up for both my daughters and to be
the breadwinner of the family although I am no longer the breadwinner now
but a dinner lady at my daughters' school. I had thought of myself as
head of the household but it was clear that Bridget was and is the head
of our household. I had sought to define what my daughters wore to
school to protect them from the boys in their classes, but I found that I
was not even able to stop the boys groping my chest, legs and butt let
alone protect my daughters from them. In fact I found that Gillian and
Natalie were better able to look after themselves, despite the
provocative outfits they were wearing that day because they had to dress
like me, than I was able to look after myself and the only time either of
them were groped that day was rescuing me. Ironically the girls did
become more conservative in their choice of clothing and whether they
have chosen to dress provocatively or conservatively there are no more
dress like your Dad days but I do sometimes dress like my wife or
daughters.
Smash the patriarchy? Our girls have a fully functioning matriarchy
now.... There was no man of the house any more, except in bed and even
she wore a neglig?e.... My wife is pleased that her sexist husband has
been replaced by her feminised one.
Virginia
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