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THE HYPNOTIST We, that is my husband Alistair and myself, had been to see Earnest LaStrange shows previously. His shows were hilarious, just so funny. It was unbelievable what he could make people do once he got them up there on stage. He could have adults behaving like children, grown men fetching balls and barking like dogs, have women singing opera, despite never been to an opera. It was two hours of side splitting entertainment. We knew the name Earnest LaStrange was just a stage name, his real name was Edward March. He was a qualified medical doctor, and a hypnotist part time. He claimed he successfully used hypnosis to help patients with certain addictions, such as smoking, drinking and even sexual addictions. We were both sceptical, we were never really sure if the volunteers on the stage were plants or not. This time we decided to really find out. We both would volunteer. So that night, which I should add was our first night out together in some time, we joined the volunteers to go on stage. There were about twenty of us and he spoke to us all individually. I swear it was scary looking into his eyes. About half of us were told to go back to our seats, me included. He just said we were not suitable. Alistair was one of the chosen few. I would find out from him if it was all fake. An hour into the show, which included all the usual stunts, men barking, women singing opera, a cow milking competition using blown up rubber gloves and with the audience in stitches he brought in a new sketch which I had not witnessed in the previous shows we had attended. He had the women adopt the role of men and the men adopt the role of women. They were paired off in couples and seeing the men pretend to do their faces as they waited for their 'men' to get home from work and greet them as they supposedly walked in the door. Then to watch them remove their shoes, lovingly massage their feet and then go about making dinners for their 'men' and then the switch as we listened as the women taking on the role of husbands bossing their 'women' about was probably the funniest. Watching the men scurry and fuss about obeying their 'man's' every command for the real women in the audience was priceless. Unfortunately, the numbers did not match up, there were five women and seven men. So Alistair and the man he was to partner up with began to behave as two gay men. It was like an episode of that old TV show 'The Odd Couple'. It initially annoyed me seeing Alistair acting like that and with LaStrange who was pulling the strings making this happen. But gradually like the rest of the audience I had tears rolling down my face. They stole the show. Even at the end as Alistair and his partner walked off the stage arm in arm and then to suddenly pull apart glaring uncomprehendingly at each other as they came out of the trance brought the house down. We had paid extra to meet the good doctor after the show. Drinks, crackers and cheese, that sort of thing. I finally got to talk to him just before it was time to go and even bought his book, which he graciously signed. "Tell me," I asked him, "how come you can't put everyone under?" "Simple," he answered, "some people have minds that are more susceptible to suggestion." "Do you mean they are not too intelligent?" "You said that," he smiled, "it's all in the book, read it, it might even help with your husband." I seriously struggled to work out what he could mean by that, was he a mind reader too, I found his comment insulting. On the way home in the car I questioned Alistair about if he could remember anything that happened. He said he remembered parts, well he said he thought he did, but nothing he said was part of the show. He did say through it was the happiest he had been in a long time. I could not help but look at him and smile. I knew I could not tell him what went on while he was on stage, he would find it too embarrassing and it would probably end up with us arguing. I mentioned that my husband had not taken me out, even for a meal, in over a year. He had even somehow contrived to be travelling overseas on our last wedding anniversary. He owned a travel agency and once upon a time it was always me who accompanied him on his fact finding missions to exotic destinations. The last two times he had taken Lisa who worked in the office with him. It saddened me to know I was losing him and was doing everything in my power to hold on to him. Empting his case from his last trip I discovered a pair of soiled panties in amongst his dirty clothes. They were far too small for him which I thought would be OK if they did fit, I would not mind, but no, they were about Lisa's size. I said nothing. I began to read Dr March's book and was completely taken with it. It was not a lack of intelligence that enabled him to put people under, it was more arrogance on the participant's part believing that they could not be put in a trance. Finding what he termed a trigger word was also important, it had to shock, it had to have a special meaning for them, usually a word they did not want said. Once that word had been accepted as the trigger it could be used again and again to bring the patient under. Sometimes, according to Dr March, all it took was a meeting of eyes, a snap of fingers and the magic word. Obviously I began to get ideas. I was going to try it on Alistair. Thinking about it made me laugh. I did not really believe I had the remotest chance of success. That evening as he sat across the dinner table from me I looked hard into his eyes, snapped my fingers and said 'holidays' hoping that word might have brought some quilt. We both laughed. I told him I had been reading Dr March's book and I was determined to hypnotise him. It became a game, each evening at dinner I would try to hypnotise him. I would look into his eyes and snap my fingers and say something. I mentioned the last two destinations where he had gone, no reaction, 'Lisa' brought on an argument and then finally I tried 'panties'. All expression left his face, his mouth dropped open and he stared at the wall. So my finding Lisa's panties in amongst his clothes had done it. Guilt perhaps. She must have brought up her missing underwear with him and somehow that had become the trigger word. My mind went back to Dr March's book, how to go on from here. I tried "Alistair every time you hear me say to you the word 'panties' you will want to wear a pair, you just will not be able to stop yourself from wanting to put on panties. You just love panties. Now I want you to go upstairs to my underwear drawer and pick out a pair then undress and remove your own underpants and put the panties you selected on. Once they are on you can put your jeans back on and then come back down stairs." Like a sleepwalker he did exactly as I told him to do. I was amazed that it was working. When he came back down he stood in front of me and I asked him if he was wearing panties. I noticed every time I said panties his eyes lit up and he paid more attention. "Show me your panties Alistair," I told him. He opened his belt and lowered his jeans and sure enough he had a pair of black nylon panties on which I could see were now destroyed as they had a rip at one side and were far too tight. "Do you like wearing panties Alistair?' "Oh yes, I love to wear panties," he purred. He could not understand why I was laughing, because to tell the truth I was very scared and it was a nervous laugh, so I just told him to do up his jeans and sit down. After he sat down and I instructed him to get comfortable then told him that when I click my fingers he would wake up feeling great but not remember anything that happened in the last hour. Then I clicked my fingers and said, "Wake up." He immediately sat up straight and said, "I think I must have dozed off and missed the late news." I smiled to myself and knew I was going to make sure I was in the bedroom before him so as he got undressed see his reaction in discovering he was wearing panties. I made sure I was under the covers before him as we retired, but I forgot that he would go to the bathroom before coming to bed and he had removed the panties before entering the bedroom. I tried to get him talking about why his discarded undies were on the dresser and why he was not wearing any. The confused look on his face before he turned off the light said it all. He muttered something about taking them off because he was itchy but right now he said he needed sleep as he had a big touring party to organise the next day. He did not want to discuss it. He had no memory of leaving them there. I had kept my next door neighbour, Susan, informed about my efforts to put Alistair into a trance and as soon as he was out the door I was on the phone to her telling her about my achievements the previous evening. She immediately asked if she could sit in the next time I attempted to put him under. I told her about the panties and said I intended to put him in panties again but I would need to go shopping and get some underwear that fit him as mine were far too small. Susan said she could help in that department and told she had a cardboard box full of old panties, bras, slips, nighties in her garage that she did not know how she should go about recycling. "Look," she said, "let me bring them over and see what you think." In no time she was ringing the doorbell. Susan and I were both in our mid-forties, had been neighbours since we both moved into the street about the same time after we both had married, we brought up our children there, shared many happy times and a few bad times as well. All four of us, Susan and her ex and Alistair and I spend a lot of time together until her husband left and Alistair found other interests. But we were still the best of friends. She was also well aware that Alistair was being unfaithful to me. We went through everything she brought over and it was not that they were worn and old, it was because Susan had lost weight since her husband had walked out with his younger version so the underwear just no longer fit her. We placed the box on the corner of the coffee table making sure that some panties were on top of everything else. She held up a pair and laughed as she mentioned that this pair at one time was getting to small for her. Imagine, Size 20, she sighed. I invited her round for dinner and the show that evening and then we went on separately about our day. Susan said she would bring desert. She arrived just after Alistair got home and we deliberately set out the table so she would be at the head of the table, guest of honour I said, but really it was so Alistair would be facing me. I served up dinner, Susan poured us all a glass of wine from the bottle she had brought that accompanied her apple tart. After small talk about the weather and what was recently on TV, I deliberately directed the conversation to politics, a subject that always got Alistair riled with the intention of keeping him off guard so as to hide what I was about to try. If he knew I was going to play our nightly game of hypnosis he would never have allowed it in front of others. Then just as dinner was ending and the conversation was getting a bit heated I looked straight at Alistair, snapped my fingers, said 'panties' louder than I had intended and there it was. He immediately stopped talking, his head dropped slightly and he was staring blankly at the wall behind me. "Oh My God," Susan cried, "it's worked, I can't believe it." "Hush," I told her quietly, "I'm really not that confident about all this." I began, "Now Alistair I want you to go into the living room and bring back the cardboard box sitting on the coffee table and place it on the floor before me." We both watched on in amazement as he did as he was told. With the box on the floor between us I continued, "Alistair I want you to open the box and tell me what you see on top." "A pair of red panties," he replied. "That's correct, tell us how you feel when you see a pair of panties, you want to wear them, don't you?" "Yes, I would love to put them on," he admitted. "That's correct again Alistair, so put them on," I told him. Susan was about to say something but I held my finger to my lips indicating her to say nothing for the moment. We both watched as he removed his shoes, trousers and underwear and stepped into the panties. I began, "When you're wearing panties you feel like a real woman, you have a desire to be a real woman, you feel so feminine when you wear panties and in future when you see panties the urge to put them on will be too much for you to resist. But Alice, that is who you will be when you are wearing panties, no more Alistair, you are not going to be any woman, you are going to be a proper housewife, you are now a proud housewife who keeps her house perfect, does as she's told and loves housework." "That's right Alice you will be the housewife who loves doing chores, cleaning, cooking, washing, serving up dinners, grocery shopping, always making sure she is looking pretty, everything a good housewife should be, and all these thoughts will run through your head every time you wear panties." He was standing before both women in red panties and he was nodding his head in agreement with everything I was saying. They both noted that what was happening to him was having no effect sexually. There was no bulge in the panties. "Alice," I went on, "when you wear panties you will only hear my voice and Susan's voice. You will do as we command, is that understood?" He nodded. I turned to Susan and let out a long breath. "Can you believe it?" I asked. "I love it," she replied. Then I turned back to Alistair, "Alice why have you not cleared the table?" When he stood there dumbfounded Susan hit him on his bottom and said, "Get going girl." Flustered he immediately began clearing the table of the dinner dishes, he was attempting to take away Susan's wine glass when she said, "No, no Alice, I know the glass is empty, but that means you should be filling it up again." Not sure what to do now, whether to put the dishes back on the table or fill up Susan's glass became a problem for him until I told him to put the dishes by the sink and then he was to come back and fill the wine glasses. He smiled relief and proceeded to do as he was told. We had him serve the desert and wait until we were finished before tidying up. He washed the dishes and put everything back where it belonged. Susan told him to fill up the wine glasses again and when he was finished I told him to take the cardboard box up to the bedroom, pick out a pretty nightie and get into bed and await me. "Dear God, Jane, he has done everything you have asked, you have done it, I can't believe it. I think it's only a matter of time until you have your own show," Susan laughed. "But Susan, it scares me something terrible, what if he comes out of it and realises what I've been doing." "I'd say he would murder you," Susan reasoned. "That's what I'm afraid of," I answered. Susan left, but not before they polished off another bottle of wine and made plans for Alistair for the next day. I went up to the bedroom a bit tentative, after cleaning my teeth and getting ready for bed I entered the bedroom. There he was, his bedside light still on, eyes wide open looking expectantly at me. Should I bring him out of the trance and allow him to discover that he was wearing a nightie and panties or instruct him to go to sleep and worry about it in the morning. The wine spoke for me as I said, "Alice, It's time to close your eyes and go to sleep, when you wake up in the morning deep down you will remember how nice it was to serve me and Susan desert and how wonderful it was that you could clear and clean and put everything away before going upstairs to bed. You will not question what you are wearing, you will think it's appropriate and not worry. Now go asleep." He was snoring in a very unlady like manner in seconds and the wine soon had me following suite. The next day was Saturday, usually Alistair's busiest day. But today was going to be a bit different. He was going to be busy all right, but not at work, he was going to have enough of that at home. I rang in and said he was not well. Susan called earlier than expected saying she did not want to miss a thing. In the hallway I told her about him waking up in a nightie and panties and it did not faze him. He discarded the nightie but kept the panties on. I told Susan I then snapped my fingers, repeated the magic word and told him he was to go shower and when finished to put on a clean pair panties from your box. "He has done exactly as told and right now he's in the kitchen, come in and I will inform him we have another setting for breakfast," I told her. He was in front of the stove as they entered the kitchen and all he had on was a pair of black shiny panties which Susan recognised as the pair she used to call her big knickers, and an apron. He served us breakfast and when we told him to clear the table he took the dishes to the sink. With his back to us Susan commented, "My God, Jane, look how he fills out my old panties, I swear his hips are wider than his shoulders, where is your tape measure, I can't help it, I just have to check." Alistair was called away from the sink and stood still as he was measured. Susan was disappointed that they were actually the same measurement. Susan remarked that it was so cute to see a fifty-year-old man blush, she said she did not believe it possible. After having a good laugh about that he was soon send back to doing the housework. Although Susan did look a bit envious at me when she say how well he was hung. Oddly they soon got bored watching Alistair doing housework. Probably not so odd at all because for them housework was a chore and listening to Alistair humming as he worked and actually taking pride and enjoying it became too much for them. Time to go shopping. They decided to leave him to it and arrived back at around eight that evening and there he was still in the black panties and apron waiting for us by the oven. It was just amazing. "I swear," I told Susan as Alistair served us dinner, "I did not know he could do a hot pot." "But he knew what wine to serve with it." Susan stayed on for a few hours and pleaded with me to bring him over to her place tomorrow. She said her place was a mess. I agreed, but I think the wine swayed that decision. You see I did not want Alistair as a woman, I realised I had got it wrong there, what I wanted was him wearing panties and not chasing younger women. I figured what woman is going to fall for a man in panties. Alistair did not say much until I told him what a wonderful clean house we lived in, all thanks to him I assured him. He blushed for a second time that night and smiled and seemed so happy that it only made me feel guilty and I decided after tomorrow, as I had promised Susan I would get him to clean her place, to put a stop to treating him like this. Susan was right when she said her place was a mess, it took poor Alistair until late that night to make the house just a tiny bit tidier. Susan was so pleased she gave him a massive hug and he honestly blushed when she kissed him. I had never seen my husband blush before, now that was three times in two days. I told Susan that I could not treat him like I had been anymore and to please say nothing to anyone about what I had done. So that night I put Susan's box away in the far corner of the garage and with him now wearing his normal clothes and as we sat in front of the TV, our normal place on a Sunday night, I told him that he had a bit of the flu but he was now feeling fine and ready for a beer from the fridge I snapped my fingers and said, "Wake up." The next three months were, well normal, although in that time he did take me out to dinner, once, and we did have sex, once. That told me that Lisa was still on the scene. I talked to Susan, who now had found a live-in toy boy and was trying desperately to hypnotise him after I had let her read Dr March's book. We had some laughs at Alistair's expense about his three day fascination with panties and Susan was not slow in reminding me that I had the power to keep him away from Lisa. Then one night he came home, dropped a bombshell, and informed me that he was off on one of his fact finding missions. Thailand, he said, it was unbelievable that he had not thought of it before. The city of Pattaya, just south of Bangkok and the island called Pauket are very popular destinations for men who enjoy a little spice in their life. He told me that the place had so much potential that arranging tours and bookings could make us a lot of money. I was afraid to ask who he was taking with him, but he told me anyway, "Lisa will come of course, she's so good with people and has a gift of winning them over completely." My heart sunk. Fucking Lisa, she certainly has the gift of winning you over, I fumed inside. The next day venting my anger out with Susan over a bottle of wine in the middle of the day, she returned to the same old argument she kept pushing. "You're the only one that can alter what's about to happen, I keep telling you, put the fucker under." "I don't know if it will work again after this long brake." "You'll never know until you try," Susan said trying to encourage me. "Do you know I tried to put him under using the word panties and clicking my fingers just like you did." "What happened?" I asked. "Well, he laughed and said that you used to play that game with him over the dinner table and it did not work on him, it's only works on the feeble minded. I laughed as well, probably harder, little did he know." She continued, "You have to try, don't let that bitch steal him, she's only after his money. Oh, and you do know why he is going to Thailand, he is chasing the sex industry. I looked it up on the computer, the places he is going to are places where gay men go for sex." "What on earth are you talking about?" I asked. "Well, have you ever heard of 'ladyboys'. I can tell by your face you have not. Ladyboys are transvestites who sell sex, although not all ladyboys do, if fact some are very successful models and actors and even politicians, but there a lot who work in the sex industry. I read that Thailand is famous for them and there is a worldwide tourist industry built around them. That is why he is going there." "Makes good business sense I suppose, but why Lisa, it should be me." "Sweetie, listen if you can't go, let's make sure Lisa does not have the time of her life," Susan smirked as she went to the fridge and brought back another bottle. So we began to conspire. First I had to be sure that I could put him under again. Over dinner with our friendly next door neighbour as guest, two weeks before his planned trip I snapped my fingers, said 'panties' and he was out. "Can you hear me Alice," I did not bother with Alistair, he nodded, "Good, now Alice soon you are off to see all the very beautiful ladyboys in Thailand, you are going to make friends with them when you are there and all the time you are on holidays you will be wearing panties, because you love wearing panties." Susan could not help herself and chimed in, "Tell us Alice, how do you feel when you wear panties?" "Feminine, I feel like a woman, warm and cosy, beautiful, giving, only wanting to please, willing to work about the house without being asked. I want to be a woman all the time I'm in panties." "Oh, dear," Susan said, "he remembers everything from the last time you put him out. It could be a problem." No, I told her, we would work on it over the next week. Now I'll wake him up. And we did, I keep home and put him in panties right up until a few days before he was to fly out. In that time we instructed him in how to behave while wearing panties. He was to refrain from going about all girly, he would behave as normally as possible. It was to be business before pleasure. At the conclusion of his day working he could then let himself go. Also I told him that when wearing panties he was not interested in other women. I really pushed that thought. The morning he was to fly out [he had had the cheek to ask me to drive him to the airport], I put him under. I got him to open his case and had him remove his underwear and replace them with eleven pairs of panties. The last pair of the dozen I had him put on. I told him he must at all times wear panties. Never take them off I emphasised. He was to wear them to bed, in the shower only then putting on a clean pair when he got out. He was to wear them even while having sex. Wearing panties would make him feel happy all the time He had been instructed that while he was in panties he should behave as natural as he could, especially in work situations, despite him wishing to act in a feminine manner while in panties. That was only to happen when he ended up in a sexual encounter. I felt that I was repeating myself over and over, but I needed to believe that he could carry it off, both in a business sense and to drive a wedge into the liaison with Lisa. I could not help myself and told him one more time it was to be business before pleasure, oh, he was always to have a spare pair of panties handy and that he was to phone me every morning, that way I would know what was happening over there. Unfortunately as I dropped him off I leaned over and kissed him causing him to go all limp and fall all over me. This really worried me as I thought maybe the plan was not going to work, but seeing Lisa's face as she stood waiting for him made it worthwhile. I gave her a smile and a wave as I drove away and wondered how the seven days away with my pantied husband was going to play out for her. It should have been over on the first night in the hotel bedroom in Bangkok, he refused to remove the panties he was wearing and wanted Lisa on top of him as he wrapped his legs around her. She thought maybe someone had drugged him and finally managed to extract herself and warn him off. The next day they caught a plane to Patteya and the day's business went excellently. Lisa felt relieved. They said they would meet up for dinner at the hotel restaurant and then head out and see the sights. But there was only one place Alistair wanted to go and that was the area where the clubs and bars were noted for being frequented by ladyboys. Lisa was sure that the reason for this was research for work but soon was in a rotten mood when Alistair had three of then sitting at their table in the club that ended up in. It was impossible to tell they were not real women and Alistair's fascination with them was making Lisa even angrier. When they got back to their hotel around midnight and Alistair had turned into Alice refusing to remove the panties he wore saying he was not allowed. "Who will not allow you?" Lisa roared at him. "My wife told me I was to keep my panties on all the time," he answered demurely. "You mean your fucking husband told you to keep your panties on you fucking faggot," and with that she stormed out and went back to her own room. Because of the time difference she was able to phone the Travel Agency and get April to change her flight arrangements home. She would be on a plane first thing in the morning. She had a very disturbed sleep, whereas in contrast Alistair being Alice had the sweetest dreams. He woke up to discover that Lisa had checked out and found his wallet empty. She had taken all his spare cash. Never mind he thought he thought I'll get to the bank today. He could not understand what went wrong, Lisa had always been great on these trips away. I must have said something out of place to her but he couldn't think what it could have been. He rang home and told Jean about Lisa. Never mind he thought I'll just carry on. And he did, he made plenty of valuable contacts during the course of the day and once again after dinner at the hotel restaurant he made his way to the clubs. He had another wonderful evening hanging out with the ladyboys, he felt really comfortable being in their company and they no doubt enjoyed the constant supply of drinks he bought them. He arrived back at his hotel accompanied by a couple of him new found friends. They told him that the city was not safe after midnight and insisted on walking him back. He climbed into bed contented, set the alarm for seven giving him lots of time for his flight to Phuket. The hotel he booked into was right on the beach and his room overlooked it. He sat outside on the balcony with his laptop and phone and arranged appointments for himself for the next couple of days and when satisfied went for a stroll along the beach. Although he would always wear a suit for his meetings it was wonderful to walk out in just a shirt, shorts and sandals. He was tempted to go for a swim but Jane's voice prevented him from entering the water in panties. Maybe tonight when it was dark and no one would notice. Jane and Susan would have been very happy that their hard work on him was having the desired effect. But it did not stop him stopping at a beach stall and purchasing what was definitely a ladies pink blouse and black shorts that were far too short for a man of his age. As the Thai people are not a big race the job of finding clothes that fit him took a while. But he felt no embarrassment trying on different blouses and the small older woman did not seem to find a thing wrong with his purchases. After his meal that evening he showered and changed into a clean pair of panties, then donned the pink blouse and shorts. He looked at himself in the mirror and was thrilled that when he turned around he had a visible panty line. He slipped some cash and a pair of spare panties into the small red fake leather purse throwing the strap across his shoulder and that finished off the outfit. He had forgotten to get more feminine sandals but knew he would have been lucky to find a pair in his size, never mind he thought and blowing himself a kiss he headed out on the town. He was not sure what he was trying to achieve until he came into a square which was obviously a pickup area. There were plenty of tourists and plenty of ladyboys to go around. He watched for a while and then found a seat over by the side of the square which was deserted and sat down to wait. Most of the tourists passed him by without a glance, they had not come here for a middle aged white man, they were here for the delectable pretty ladyboys. Finally after about an hour he was just about to move off when two of the boys approached him. "No luck, you need face," one said in broken English. Alistair looked puzzled until the other showed him a makeup bag. All three laughed as his face was made up and they tried to communicate with each other. He was really feeling feminine as they made him up. They told him he was no ladyboy, but a ladyman. They produced a hand mirror and Alistair was amazed at the transformation even though it was over the top. "Tourists no good, need local," they told him and took him to a seedy looking bar a few streets away. Here he was the centre of attention. These men were all local and were interested in him, asking all kinds of questions. He accepted a few drinks and chatted to anyone who tried to talk with him. His two guides told him he was OK now and left him and headed back to the square. In fact he felt very safe amongst these people. They were very accepting and as far as Alistair could make out happy, just judging by how they laughed so much. The realisation that he was prostituting himself became clear to him when small neat bespectacled man in an expensive suit, slightly over five feet walked straight up to him and offered him a drink. Alistair accepted a beer and realised that this man wanted more than just a conversation. "My name, Mr Chin, you call me Mr Chin, what your name?" Without a second thought he said, "Alice." And right then he was completely Alice. "When beer finished you come with me, OK," Mr Chin told him. "Yes," Alice had taken control. Mr Chin took Alistair's hand and led him out the back way. It felt like he was being led out by a child. But right them he was Alice, a woman, and Mr Chin was a man and it was Alice's job to please him. The feeling of femininity overwhelmed him. In the alley Mr Chin told Alistair to get on his knees as he undid his trousers. Alice took charge and lowered his underpants and was not too surprised that what awaited her was not massive. Mr Chin was a small man and his penis was probably perfect for his stature. "You suck," he was ordered. But Alice did more than that, she kissed, licked, teased and them finally allowed Mr Chin to put his small penis in his mouth. He did not gag as he was being face fucked and when he felt cum emerge he just swallowed as if it was second nature. Still on his knees he licked Mr Chin clean and smiled at him as he tucked him back into his undies and helped him do himself up. Mr Chin produced a bundle of notes and pressed them on Alistair and said, "Same bar, same time tomorrow, yes?" "Yes," Alice answered, and then Mr Chin went back into the bar and left him counting his money. It turned out it was the equivalent of almost $300, and not being a complete fool when it came to money he knew that was a lot for a prostitute to earn in Thailand for one night. He smiled as he walked back to the square imagining he was a high class hooker. The two ladyboys were still waiting for some action and he stopped and split his earnings three ways. They were over the moon and offered to walk him back to his hotel. He accepted. He took them up to his room and ordered room service. They were gone when he finally woke up, he had had an enjoyable evening. Showered and wearing a clean pair of panties he headed down for breakfast but not before leaving his washing outside his door, he realised he was running out of clean panties. It had been on Jane's suggestion that he did this. Feeling on top of the world he easily managed to get through the days and all of the next day's meetings. He even had time for a stroll and a paddle in the waves along the beach feeling so good about everything, the sun, the water, the friendly faces. He was to meet the boys in the square who had promised to fix his face again. For tonight he had purchased a floral shirt and loose shorts from a store in the centre of town that even as he exited he did not realise it was an exclusive woman's shop. And he was right he never found sandals to fit, instead purchased a pair of pink flip flops from one of the stalls by the beach. His washing was neatly folded outside his hotel room door so he now had plenty of clean panties He did not know why he did not feel out of place in the company of these two beautiful boys, but they made him feel so welcome. He knew it was not the money he gave them last night, they had made up his face for nothing earlier and then took him to the bar. He just felt he was one of them even though he was more than twice their age. After his makeup was all done they had a few beers at an open air bar in the middle of the square. He did not know what was being said but knew between the two boys and their friends there was nothing but humour. He had never had much of a problem handling beer but as he got up to head off to meet Mr Chin he realised he was a bit wobbly and said to himself, no more. He wondered if someone had spiked his drink. He got to the bar a little early and ordered himself a tea to the surprise of everyone there. It was mainly the same crowd as yesterday so he shouted the bar a round. He was a popular ladyman. But he did not need another drink, he already felt a little bit drunk. Mr Chin arrived at exactly the appointed time, sat at a corner table and with a finger indicated that Alistair should join him. "You look very nice tonight," he told Alistair. "So do you Mr Chin," he slurred back. "You very drunk," Mr Chin said. Alistair just nodded. "Come," Mr Chin got up from his seat and Alistair followed. Outside waiting was a Rolls Rice and a driver holding open the back door. "In," he was ordered. "I take you to a quite beach." He never saw the beach, all he saw was Mr Chin's penis. Once again he nursed it as only a woman knows how to, once again Alice took charge. When it was all over he asked to be dropped off at the bar. He was again handed a wad of notes and then Mr Chin told him that tomorrow, it being his last night he was taking Alice out to a restaurant. He was to wear proper clothes, a suit, a man's suit and the car would pick him up at 5.30 pm. "Be punctual," Mr Chin told him, but to Alistair ears it sounded like an order. He got out of the Rolls and made his way to the square hoping to meet his new friends, but they must of got lucky as they were not in their usual spot. He walked back to the hotel and in his room invaded the mini bar. Later he called June who put him on speaker phone as she had Susan over. Before he hung up he talked to June alone, she asked if he had worn panties all the time like she told him he must, he answered in the affirmative, she then asked him if he had plenty of clean ones, he said yes and she told him to go and dirty a pair. He decided he should have one more business meeting on his last day and after it was all arranged and he was more than happy with the outcome he had the afternoon to himself. He got on an open air tour bus and travelled across the island. The scenery was magnificent, the temples, so much history. Best was the little caf? they stopped at for afternoon tea. Why delightful came to mind he did not know, but it was delightful. He got back to the hotel just before five, time for quick shower and a change of clothes. So with clean panties, a grey suit over the pink blouse he had bought the other day, live dangerously he thought, he went down to the lobby to await Mr Chin. Alice was coming to the surface. The silver Rolls Rice pulled up outside the hotel and the driver held the door open for Alistair. A drive of no more than ten minutes took him to a walled residence in the centre of the city. It was a magnificent building, it looked like a small palace, pick fa?ade, pillars, arches. He was led to a large airy room by a small woman who informed him that Mr Chin would join him shortly and to help himself from the well-stocked bar. "I decided we would eat at home," Mr Chin announced himself as he entered from a side door. He was wearing a floral dressing gown which was not tied and showed all he had underneath was a pair of boxers. "I see you have good taste in whiskey Alice, here let me top you up." Being called Alice brought a shiver of anticipation over Alistair, he looked again at Mr Chin and noticed a small bulge in his boxers. "Come," Mr Chin said, "let me show you my bedroom, bring your drink with you, actually let me bring the bottle." And with one hand carrying the whiskey and the other holding Alistair's hand he led him through his home to his bedroom. He led him over to the bed and what seemed to Alistair an order he was told him to strip. It seemed Mr Chin could not wait. "Take off your panties Alice," he ordered. Alistair could not and shied away from him trying to explain that he had to keep them on. "No matter Alice, I will just lower them, than you will still have them on, now up on the bed with that big bottom of yours up in the air." Alistair did not notice that Mr Chin was no longer speaking in broken English, in fact he had a very well-spoken posh clipped British accent. Alistair assumed the requested position and Mr Chin climbed up behind him. He gently lowered Alistair's panties and began to rub a cold lube on his bottom. "Spread your cheeks Alice," Me Chin ordered and Alistair reached behind and keeping his bum in the air he pulled apart his cheeks. The he could feel the small penis probing and it finally finding its mark. Alistair barely felt it enter him and wondered if the lube had been necessary. As he pumped Alistair's bottom he told him that he did not like local Thai ladyboys, they were too skinny, he said, he liked Alice's big fat white bottom, lots to hold on to. Talking in this manner seemed to bring him to a climax. Alistair pushed back as far as he could and could not believe it was him who cried out "more." The small amount of warm cum inside Alistair's bum told him that it was over. It had only lasted minutes. After feeling Mr Chin pull out he got off the bed and pulled up his panties and got a small towel off the bedside table and began to clean up Mr Chin and then helped him into his boxers. His own panties were beginning to get a small wet stain at the back. "Thank you, Alice," Mr Chin smiled, "but now I have a very big favour to ask of you. I require you to penetrate my wife. I will reward you in many ways, I am a very wealthy man but have no heir, I cannot make babies. Millie is my third wife and I have finally realised that the fault of not having children rests firmly with me. I want a child who is tall, male. After our first meeting I looked you up Mr Alistair Green, your wife is Jane and you only make boy children, you have three boys all in their twenties. So I require you to give my wife a tall boy child." "You do this for me," he continued, "and I will be able to open many doors in regards to your travel business. You will be very rich." Without waiting for a reply he clapped his hands and a beautiful Thai woman entered the room. She was completely naked and if it was Alistair and not Alice standing by the bed she would have been on the bed with him on top. But unfortunately Alice was in the room and despite getting back on the bed and having his panties lowered a second time and Mr Chin's wife sitting on top of him stroking him he could not get hard. Jane's instructions about having sex with other women was holding firm, for now. She had been informed about his panty fetish and had a backup plan if he could not perform. She spoke to her husband and he called to a servant who immediately appeared and was just as quickly send running only to be back in seconds carrying a small wooden box. Opening the box she sat on the bed by Alistair and took a lipstick and began applying it to his lips, Millie who straddled him began to talk to him in a sing song manner: "Now Alice I make you the prettiest ladyboy in Thailand, I make you so pretty every man in Thailand want to fuck you. Or maybe I keep you and make you slave, I bring my lady friends over and we make your face pretty and they play with you and dress you be like real live dolly in pretty ladies clothes. You so pretty that husband's friends also play with you, you suck cock and they fill your big lady bottom with cock. I know you would like, I know you scream for more like you did for husband." While she was talking and the servant was applying makeup her husband had with one hand been running it up and down Alistair's penis and with the other playing with his arse. As soon as he was hard he put it inside his wife. It all got too much and he came with a shudder but it registered with him that he had given her an organism. Millie bent down and kissed him on his painted lips and whispered a thank you. She then quickly got off the bed and left the room. Alistair stood up from the bed and Mr Chin walked over to him and pulled up his now soiled panties. "Very good, now Guan will take you to the baths." He had just noticed the servant had been sitting on the bed with him the whole time. She led him to a massive bath which he thought could have been a backyard swimming pool back home. She attempted to remove his panties but he shook his head and stepped into the bath. She quickly undressed and joined him and began to wash him down. Another servant arrived with towels and his clothes. As they towelled him dry he was handed a small parcel wrapped up with a pink ribbon. "A small present by my mistress," Guan told him. Discarding the wrapping and ribbon he was now handling the softest pair of bloomers he had ever seen. They were so white that they were almost blinding. Around the waist was a pink elasticized band that was somehow woven into them. The same pink band was also woven into the legs. Embroidered on one side were the words "Ladyman Alice" also in pink. This time he allowed Guan to remove his now wet panties he was still wearing and she held out the beautiful gift for him to step into. Guan then withdrew and while he was admiring himself in the mirror Mr Chin walked in and pushed an envelope down the front of his new panties. "Now you get dressed, it is time for you to depart. My driver is waiting for you outside. Good bye Alice." With those words he walked out of the bathroom. Alistair was dropped off at his hotel. He sat on his bed and opened the envelope, it contained the equivalent of 1,000 dollars and also a business card. There was no name, just a local phone number and written in English was the message, "Ring this number when you are ready to set up your business in Thailand, C." It was still early and it crossed his mind to head out again. Somehow he could not get motivated. He felt hurt and soiled and a little sorry for himself. Instead he called Jane on the phone and told her the time his flight would arrive. She sensed he was a bit down and asked if all was well. He said yes, he was just looking forward to getting home but that all in all it had been a very successful trip. She asked him if he had been keeping to his panty wearing regime. He said he was and she reminded that when he was in panties he was always happy. She asked him who was coming home Alice or Alistair. He laughed and told her both. Talking to Jane had cheered him up so after hanging up he went down stairs and not feeling hungry went straight to the bar. The dozed on and off on the long flight home. He had not realised how tired he was. June was waiting for him at the airport and on the drive home told him that Lisa got back last Wednesday in a foul mood and began spreading rumours about him. She was not happy in finding her in the office and was even less happy when I told her that from now on she would be working on the counter. June told him that she then asked her to fetch her a coffee from the caf? down the street and she just went crazy. "Honestly I did not know there were so many swear words. The end result was that she handed in her notice and left on the spot. You will have to sort out how much wages she is due when you get back to the office." Alistair was really happy to be home and Jane was happy to have him home. So happy in fact that she almost dragged him to the bedroom and began to undress him. When she had him down to his new bloomers she laughed and commented, "Well just look at Mr Fancy Pants, get them off, no more panties for my man." The fog that he did not realise he had been in until now dissipated and he climbed into bed with his wife.