Timmy s Confession
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THE CONFESSION
"Shit," I said as I almost tripped.
It was morning when I got out of bed to go to the loo and almost tripped
up over the panties that were lying on the floor. I bent down and
picked them up and looked at them and thought when do panties stop being
panties and become big knickers.
I continued out to the toilet still holding the panties and sat down to
pee. I held them up and thought, wow, these are big. They were black
with a decorative panel in the front with a little bow right in the
middle at the top of the band. The legs had a lace finish and they had
a bit of an old fashioned look about them.
I brought the white label that was inside at the back closer to read.
"Eve's secret, size 20", fuck size 20, what a fat arse, "80% polyamide,
20% elastane". These were not mine. This was the pair my husband of 30
years came to bed in. Thirty years, three children and now he tells me
that he wants to live like a woman.
Swear words keep coming to mind.
He said that now that the children had all left he wanted to live the
life he felt most comfortable with. What about me I wanted to yell. I
have to admit he was really drunk, but even still coming to bed wearing
women's knickers and telling me he wanted to be treated like he was the
women when we had sex was a bit much.
Although I have to admit the sex was the best we had had in a very long
time. I could not remember the last time he ate me out. It was
wonderful. But he wants us to reverse roles, he said, he even wants to
take over all the so called housewives' jobs.
To be honest I liked the idea but I felt he would not know how to begin.
A smile came to my face as I thought the fun I could have teaching him.
Me in the armchair watching TV while he was doing the vacuuming. Me out
enjoying a drink with friends while he was at home doing the ironing or
fixing dinner.
I could not help it, I laughed out loud. Last night he was telling me
how he wanted things to be. He would only behave as a woman when he
felt like it but not if there was something on with the lads, as he
referred to the men he got about with going to the football or whom he
played golf with.
Drink. Did too much drink bring all this on, I asked myself.
I was about to tell him or should I say "her" how it was going to be. I
had taken pictures of him in his knickers and even had recorded him
saying being the woman of the house was what he wanted. Who would have
ever thought cell phones were so brilliant?
I used his panties to wipe myself and made my way back to the bedroom.
I knew he was only pretending to be asleep and tossed his panties at his
head. The same head turned towards me but he could not look me in the
eye.
"Put your panties on Princess we have a big day ahead of us," I grabbed
his face making him look at me, "last night you wanted me to call you
'Princess' when I was fucking you, surely you remember, but a princess
is young and beautiful and let's be honest that's not you. No,
definitely not, I think I'm going to call you Queenie."
I wished I had my phone on camera so I could have taken a picture of his
face at that moment.
"Up you get Queenie, I'll have eggs and toast and make some coffee as
well." I left the bedroom and went to have a shower.
He was still in bed when I came back to the bedroom from the shower. I
cursed, and thought it's not going to happen. After all he was drunk,
he probably does not remember any of it. But then I had an idea. I got
my phone off the bedside table and replayed his recording from last
night.
"I want you to call me Princess, I want to be the woman, all my life
I've wanted to be the female in a relationship, dress like a woman, have
a Mistress that I could be submissive to, I need you to fuck me, I will
be the housewife, I want to wear pretty clothes and most of all I want
you to take control of me." There was more, but I switched it off.
"Queenie," I told him, "there are photos to go with that confession, so
my advice to you is to get your fat arse into your big knickers and get
to the kitchen and begin fixing your Mistress breakfast."
With a red face, which he would have for the rest of the day, he got out
of bed and began putting on the knickers. He reached to grab his
trousers but I said no and reluctantly he left the bedroom just wearing
his big black stained knickers surprisingly without complaint.
Twenty minutes later we were sitting opposite each other at the
breakfast bar eating scrambled eggs and toast. Without saying a word I
indicated to him to pour me a coffee. He was getting the message.
I reached across and touched him on his bear shoulder and he jumped as
if he had been shot at close range causing him to drop egg onto the
floor. "It's OK Queenie," I told him, "relax, you can clean that up
later when you are mopping the floor."
"There will be no golf for Queenie today, as today we are going clothes
shopping," with my hand still on his shoulder I slowly lowered it and I
took hold of his breast in my hand, and it was a handful, "Yes we will
get Queenie a whole new wardrobe, and a few bras that's for sure," as I
squeezed his fat titty.
"I do believe I am going to put you on a diet," I told him as I slapped
his arse as he began taking the dishes back to the sink.
"But before we go shopping you will have a few jobs to do, after you
clean up the breakfast dishes and mop the floor, have a shower then you
can get dressed in your own clothes, but keep your panties on for now,
then you will go up to the bedroom and change the sheets on our bed and
put the dirty ones in the washing machine. Then as it is Saturday,
that's the day I normally clean the bathroom and toilet, but guess what
sweetie, today you will do that. By that time you should have finished
the housework for this morning and it will be lunch time and if you have
done a good job Mistress will take you out to lunch before we go
shopping."
"If there is anything you are not sure about come get me, it that
understood, I do not want jobs half done. Now pour me another coffee
sweetie and bring me the paper, there's a good girl." He did as he was
told and I wanted to pump my fist in the air and yell "Yes."
I watched him fluff about until lunch time and he came to tell me he had
finished cleaning the bathroom. Naturally I inspected and although it
was not up to my standards I would let him away with his efforts for
now. I let him know that he would have to improve and that I was sure
with practice he would get better, although I did praise him for hanging
out the bedsheets on the clothes line without having to be told to do
so.
I took the car keys off the hall stand and we headed out, he began to
walk around to the driver's side but a hard stare from me made him
realise that I was doing the driving. Lunch was had at a small Italian
restaurant that we frequented regularly. I had pasta and he had a
salad, I let him know in front of the waiter that he was starting a diet
and it was about to begin. He was visibly shaken and went scarlet, my
poor Queenie was embarrassed, but said nothing.
"Now shopping," I smiled at him, "Girls love shopping." I said this
loud enough for everyone in the little restaurant could hear as I was
paying for our meal, with his credit card of course, the waiter gave him
a funny look on the way out.
He was not expecting us to go to an Opportunity Shop for his 'new'
outfits, but I explained to him when we got there, once again loud
enough for other shoppers to hear, he would not be in these garments
very long as he would soon be losing weight.
It was funny watching him select the clothes he wanted. All the nice
pretty things he was attracted to were in sizes too small for him and I
kept having to take him to the end of the racks where the larger sizes
were kept.
We finally made it to the counter with three dresses, two skirts, two
blouses, two bras, several pairs of panties, pantyhose, two night
dresses and two pairs of women's high heels which were not in very good
condition but would fit him.
He stood in line and looked so embarrassed placing all he had been
holding on to on the counter. I stood back and watched as he paid for
everything with change from my purse which I had given him. The lady
behind the counter did not bad an eye as she counted out the change I
had put in the purse knowing it would mean he would be a lot longer at
the counter than normal, although he was certainly getting lots of
attention from other women in the shop.
"Now, wasn't that fun," I said as we walked back to the car. I heard
him mutter something I did not catch and laughed. He put the bags in
the back and climbed into the passenger's seat.
"Off to the supermarket," I said, "I hope you have decided what you are
going to get us for dinner. That's all part of the housewives' job
Queenie." I reached across and squeezed his thigh.
We pulled into the supermarket carpark and I handed him the purse again,
I had his wallet. "I'll wait for you here so don't be all day. I'm
sure you'll make good choices, but remember no beer, you are on a diet,
but get me a nice bottle of Sav, there's a sweetie."
I was seriously surprised that he was going along with everything. I
expected that any minute he was going to tell me to fuck off and go back
to his usual self. But no, after putting the groceries in the back we
were on our way home.
After he put away the groceries and fetched me a glass of wine I told
him to take his 'new' clothes up to the spare bedroom and he could put
them away there. I then told him to pick out a complete outfit that he
liked and come back down so I could give him my opinion.
The vision at the bottom of the stairs was not a vision I really wanted
to see. All I saw was a fat man in women's clothes. Could I tell him
how ridicules he looked, probably not.
"Oh my," I said, "you certainly look different, how do you feel?
"A bit silly and embarrassed, but underneath, OK," he whispered.
"Underneath! Lift your dress and show what you are wearing underneath,"
I teased him.
He lifted his dress and showed me the panty girdle he had got. That did
not do much for him.
"Come over here and let me give you a kiss," I said to him. A peck on
the cheek was all I could manage as I was sure I was going to burst out
laughing at him. "Now get into that kitchen and rattle some pots and
pans."
He gave me a huge smile and headed for the kitchen. Dear God he was for
real. I felt I needed to talk to someone.
I walked into the kitchen and there he was washing some vegetables.
"Listen Queenie, I need to pop out for a few minutes, you continue with
dinner and I'll be back shortly", I told him, leaving him there in a
yellow dress and three-inch heels. "We should have got you an apron
sweetie," I continued, "next time we're out".
I really needed to talk to someone about what was happening and decided
to confide in my life-long friend Sally who lived a few streets away.
Her reaction after she stopped laughing was, "Queenie," ha ha! "It's
unbelievable, June, Queen Phillip, or should I say Queen Philippa. I
just can't imagine it, and you say right now he's in the kitchen making
you dinner wearing a dress."
"I know, what do I do?"
"Oh shit, just enjoy it, I wish Mick came home wearing knickers and that
resulted in me sitting on my arse while he made the dinner, make the
most of it girl."
So driving back home after pleading with Sally not to mention what I had
told her to anyone, saying that there was no way Phillip could be a
housewife fulltime, we could not afford to have him not working and it
would be too much for him if people found out.
Deep down I felt as if I may have betrayed Phillip as I was not really
sure that Sally would not tell her husband Mick.
Queen Philippa served up dinner and poured the wine. After he had
cleaned up we watched some TV with him curled up beside me on the sofa
with me with my arm around him. I really did not know what to think.
In bed later with him wearing one of the nighties he had got at the Op
shop he put his leg over me. I was at a complete loss, what I do now, I
asked myself.
Six Months Later.
Our new life continues, Phillip is Phillip while at work, he knows that
financially he must remain working. I make sure he still goes out with
the lads on a Saturday, but when he's home Philippa comes out. He has
lost lots of weight and now, this is crazy but to me he looks actually
attractive as a woman. I'm almost certain he could pass as a woman if
we were ever to go out. As Philippa he spoils me rotten and I do not
believe either of us wants to go back to the way our relationship used
to be.
Initially there were some rumours about him flying about him, but he
rode them out. Sally or Mick, who knows, who cares. Anyway now he
lives a double life and it has seriously made our lives so much more
interesting and is giving us so much fun.
So I'll finish up saying if your husband or boyfriend wants to wear your
panties grab the opportunity and put them on him with both hands.
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