Amity 5 CataclysmChapter 22 Outposts
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Coming Out:
There are some secrets you never talk about, even to your wife. As a
result, does a wife ever know her husband or a her wife?
My wife Corinna and I had been married for 10 years when this story
begins.
We had two beautiful children, our daughter Felicity who was 15 and our
son Sacha who was 13. They were both good students and top of their
classes at school.
I thought of myself as fairly conservative. We would go to church every
Sunday. I worked as an accounts clerk in a department store. I enjoyed
my job and whilst a lot of the other clerks rotated around the store to
work as sales assistants or cashiers I was good at my job and considered
irreplaceable. They had worked this out when they tried to bring in
other clerks to cover me when I was away on annual leave.
I liked to ensure things were done properly and I think sometimes this
meant it was difficult for me to unwind or have fun.
I remember one Wednesday Felicity came home from school and complained to
her Mum and I about how her teacher had spent some time telling the class
about how some children were gay, some were lesbian and some were
transgendered.
Felicity wanted us to complain about the teacher to the school as she was
very sure that she was heterosexual and resented him teaching her about
homosexuals, lesbians and transgendered people.
I was about to send an email when Corinna gave me that look.
I remembered that I had been Corinna's first heterosexual partner as she
had been a lesbian when we first met and I knew she still saw some of
her girlfriends. I liked to pretend they were simply "eating out" in the
conventional sense of going to a restaurant but I knew "eating out" had
other meanings and in that respect we had a fairly open marriage.
I realised that I had better not send the email if I wanted my shirts
ironed and my dinner cooked when I got home.
"Felicity I have not raised you to be so bigoted. We will certainly not
complain about your teacher. In fact to help you become more tolerant
you will set up a profile on the "Her" dating app where you will share
pictures of yourself dressed in your Halloween French Maid costume. I
expect you to at least date some girls through the app and to introduce
me to some of your new friends if you expect to get pocket money. Now I
am not trying to turn you into some sort of lesbian Libertine, so you
don't have to sleep with any of them if you don't want to, but you need
to get out more and meet different people."
Felicity was furious.
And I found myself in trouble too because I left it to Corinna to sort
matters out with Felicity.
I found myself wearing an unironed shirt to work the next day and cooking
a pizza the following evening but I was pleased to hear Felicity and
Corinna had made up and were planning a shopping trip the next day (which
was a Friday).
I got home late as usual to find Felicity and Corinna had bought new
dresses and there was a new girl called Sasha.
"Hi, Daddy!"
My jaw dropped.
"Sasha! What the hell are you doing dressed like a girl!"
There was my son wearing a blonde wig, makeup, a black lace trimmed
shoulderless dress, fishnet stockings and girl's shoes.
He had looked happy but he quickly spun round ran up to his room and
slammed the door behind him.
Corinna was giving me that look again.
"You have made Sasha very upset, Anthony. He's only 13 years old, why do
you have to be so hard on him because he's been playing dress up with his
sister?" said Corinna sternly.
"Our son is called Sacha, not Sasha. And no son of mine is ever going to
wear a dress!" I replied angrily.
"You are going to disown your son if he is transgendered? What kind of
father are you? You really should apologise, she was so happy being one
of the girls," Corinna replied disdainfully.
"You think I am transphobic just because I don't want to see Sacha
wearing a dress? Well you can call me transphobic, I don't care!"
Corinna decided she would not argue with her bigoted husband, but she
would instead try to calm the situation down so she picked up her makeup
bag and went to knock on Sacha's door.
When Corinna eventually emerged I decided I would have a "man talk" with
Sacha but he was asleep. Well, it was late for him to be up, I thought
to myself and at least he was dressed like a boy again and Corinna had
helped him remove his makeup.
The following day while I was at work Isabel telephoned my mother and
found out about Annette.
Perhaps it is time I told you a bit about my childhood.
My father left when I was two or three years old. I don't remember him
at all.
Oddly, however, his sister, Lucy, moved in with Mum shortly after that.
She took on Dad's old job and helped to support Mum financially.
Despite effectively having two Mums, they found me difficult to control
without a Dad and when I reached the age of six they introduced
"petticoat punishment" to control my behaviour.
Apparently dressing me up as a girl and calling me "Annette" calmed me
down and made it easier for my Mums to control my temper. For a while I
would try to fight against being forced to wear girls' clothes but my
Mums were bigger than me and would force me into the clothes.
When Aunt Lucy first saw me dressed as Annette I was wearing a little
shoulderless black dress and she said, "Annette looks just like her
father!" with a tear in her eye. "But you really shouldn't dress Annette
like that, I am sure her father wouldn't approve."
"Well, if her father doesn't approve, tell him to come home and father
his son."
I tried then to ask Aunt Lucy about my Dad but she wouldn't tell me
anything or explain further why she had said I looked like him.
Eventually after a few weeks of forcing me into a dress my Mums would
just say, "I have had enough of your behaviour, Tony, go and get
Annette."
By then I had given up trying to fight my Mums dressing me as a girl and
I understood I was being told to put my skirt on.
I would quite happily get dressed as Annette on my own, even when I
became bigger and stronger than both of my Mums. I had become very good
doing my makeup and had even been offered a job as a fashion writer one
evening when I went to a fashion show as Annette.
When I met Corinna, I was determined to repress Annette, even though I
still secretly read Vogue and Cosmopolitan, and I resolved to be a good
boyfriend. I had thought about coming out to Corinna but I had never got
round to it and when marriage and the kids came along, it became even
harder.
I sensed that for Corinna, it was wrong for a man to dress as a woman and
I could not therefore appear in front of her as Annette. I would dress
as Annette when my wife went away for a few days to see her Mum.
So when I got home from work Corinna asked me why I had never told her
about Annette.
I didn't know what to say.
Was I about to lose everything?
"I thought you were as transphobic, Tony, as you had bred Sacha to be.
Instead I found out from speaking with your mother that until you met me
you spent a lot of time as Annette and were even considering a sex
change. Now we need to do something about this. I want to meet Annette.
Come with me."
Corinna led me by the hand to our bedroom and I went to my wardrobe to
get out Annette's clothes. Then I saw that there were two French Maids
outfits on the bed and it was clear that I was meant to wear one of them.
I put on a matching red silk bra and panty set with some fishnet
stockings as Corinna explained that she had caught Sacha sending an
abusive text to one of the less sporty kids in his class called Steve.
"I confiscated his phone and told Sacha that if he wanted his phone back
he would have to do exactly as I told him. First I had him put on
lingerie. He looked quite cross and reached for his trousers. I told
your second daughter she wasn't going to be wearing them again today and
gave her a pair of fishnet stockings. As I showed her how to roll them
up her legs and attach them to her suspender belt Sacha started to become
Sasha and to calm down and fiddle with the elastic of her suspenders.
Then she said she didn't think it was fair that girls got to wear
exciting underwear like this and that she had previously had to wear
boring boys' pants. The power of fishnets stockings and suspenders, eh?"
Corinna smiled at me knowingly, playing with mine before helping me into
my dress.
"Well, then our second daughter was quite happy to put on a half slip and
the red shoulderless dress you found her in and become our daughter
Sasha. Then Felicity got home from school and was delighted to meet her
new sister and insisted on showing her how to put on her makeup and then
found a wig for her.
After that I telephoned Steve's mother and said that Sacha wanted to
apologise and asked if Steve could come over with his mobile phone. I
insisted Steve let me take pictures of him and Sasha and told him to
download them at home to ensure Sasha didn't bully him again.
Sasha got so carried away she really didn't seem to mind and she posed
beautifully for the pictures and even kissed Steve on the cheek in one of
the pictures leaving a lipstick mark. Steve seemed a perfectly nice
kid."
"I hope he is, as Sasha is rather at his mercy now, and you know how
often the bullied become the bullies!" I replied applying my lipstick.
It felt so good to be free to be Annette in front of my wife I thought as
I stuck on some false lashes and applied my mascara.
"And to think I thought you were transphobic!" giggled Corinna looking at
me in the French Maid's outfit she had bought for me. She had taken her
clothes off and was standing there in her bra and panties. She was also
wearing fishnet stockings and suspenders and a pair of stilettos as she
stepped into the other French Maid's dress.
I finished applying my makeup and was putting on my wig when Corinna said
"I would never have believed you could do such a good job. You could be
a makeup artist. I see why you were offered that fashion magazine job."
It felt good to be dressed as Annette again.
We were just kissing and Corinna was squeezing my panty clad but when
Sasha came into our bedroom, also dressed in a French Maid's dress.
"Oh my god! Is that you, Dad?" she said looking at me in shock. "What
has Mum done to you?"
"I prefer to be called Annette," I replied. "Your Mum bought me a new
dress but I do my own makeup. Will Felicity be joining us? If you are
going to be a convincing young lady, Sasha, you will need to learn to do
your own makeup too."
I sat Sasha down and started doing her eyeshadow.
"Are we going to have a girl's night out?" Felicity asked appearing just
as I was helping Sasha with her makeup. She was also dressed as a French
Maid as she was uploading some photos for her "her" app profile.
"I hear that there are some male strippers in town," Felicity added
looking at Sasha and I. "But they take off not only their clothes but
also their masculinity. I never thought I would see my Dad in a dress!
This is going to take some getting used to."
I had been outed now and I was going to be spending a lot more time "en
femme" than I had done in years. I was proud of my wife and daughters
and how tolerant they had become as we hugged each other all dressed as
French maids.
"It's not the first time two of the men of your family have dressed as
women," Corinna said. "You do realise Aunt Lucy was your Dad, don't you?
Come on, I have arranged to have a family portrait photo taken."
I think it was the first time the studio took a family photo of four
French maids and they took individual portrait pictures of us too as we
dusted and cleaned the studio.
"The family that are maids together, stay together," Corinna said. "You
and I are going to be eating out tonight Annette. But I think we better
find some more appropriate outfits for church tomorrow."
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