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JILLY
Amanda woke up for the second time, she looked at the clock on the
bedstand, 10.15. She could hear Giles in the spare bedroom doing the
vacuuming. She climbed out of bed to check up on him.
Sticking her head through the door she said, "Morning sweetie, you're on
the ball this morning." It was Saturday morning and Giles was doing the
housework. He was wearing an old housecoat of hers over his nightie and
on his feet he was wearing his pink fluffy slippers.
"Morning Amanda," he replied, "just give me a moment and I'll prepare
your breakfast."
"No rush sweetie, I'll jump into the shower first," she told him. She
watched him squint his eyes. He disliked it when she called him sweetie.
She had no intention of stopping.
In the shower she began to think of her marriage to Giles. Seven years
already, the seven year itch she thought and smiled to herself. He had
told her before they married of how he was addicted to crossdressing, she
was fine with that, love is blind as they say.
Maybe that should be love is tolerant and her tolerance ran out two years
into their marriage. Sick of doing all the housework while he sat about
almost naked except for changing into a pair of her panties and one of
her bras when he got home drunk on a Saturday after being out in the pub
with his mates, the only time he got out of his chair was to get a beer
from the fridge.
She had to admit that in the beginning when he cross dressed the sex was
great fun. But it did not take long for him to convince her that he
should wear nighties to bed. Gradually she began to think it was all
going a bit too far and soon Amanda began to feel that she was in fact
sleeping with another woman.
She put up with his behavior mainly because she wanted to have a child.
If playing the woman in the bedroom got him hard she would put up with
it.
After a while she decided that if he wanted to play at being a woman it
was time for him to start really behaving as a woman and much to his
annoyance she told him that if he wanted to dress in female clothes he
would have to begin taking on some of what were considered the
traditional female roles around the place like housework and cooking.
"There is just no way I will allow your unmanly conduct to be confined to
the bedroom, no, I have decided you will help with the housework," she
told him putting on her best stern voice, adding just a hint of
blackmail, "imagine what your drinking mates would say if they knew what
you get up to in our bedroom."
Easy as that, now a few years on he was doing everything about the house,
the cleaning, washing, she also insisted he do the ironing, even if it
was not necessary, and of course the grocery shopping. He was the
perfect little lady now.
Just to rub it in she started doing chores that he had always done, like
taken over mowing the grass, putting out the bins, also she would always
drive if they were out together.
She even began opening doors for him when they entered a building. Since
he now wore pantihose and panties full time she thought it appropriate to
treat him as a lady. She enjoyed embarrassing him by saying "Ladies
first" when she did this, especially if there were other people about.
Sometimes she could even get him into one of her blouses when they went
to a bar. She would order a beer and a wine and then pass the wine to
him.
It was not long before he began to get some funny looks from his friends,
he tried to insist that he now preferred wine. She did not think they
believed him. When he and Amanda were out in company he was only allowed
one drink while she got smashed, with her doing most of the talking while
he sat there quietly. On them evenings he would be required to drive
home. The only time he was allowed drive.
Initially there was some resistance but that faded with any mention of
telling workmates or his drinking buddies all about his little hobby.
She smiled again as she thought how submissive he had become and how she
was so looking forward to this evening.
Last night in bed she had told him that tomorrow was going to be a
special day for him after she had climbed off him and wiped herself clean
with his panties and then tossing them on the floor, after all he would
be picking them up when he tidied up in the morning. In bed together
there was no longer any doubts as to who was fucking who. He slept in
the wet spot.
"Tomorrow Jilly," she had begun calling him Jilly some time ago. "is all
about you. I have organized an evening for you that you will never
forget, now you just close those pretty eyes and dream about all your
favorite fantasies, but not before you go wash and put on a clean pair of
panties, there's a good girl."
He did as he was told.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Walking into the kitchen in her bathrobe, hair wet from her shower, she
looked at her husband wearing her old housecoat spreading marmalade on
her toast, there was a cup of steaming coffee on the table. He had but
his hair into a ponytail and was humming a tune she did not recognize.
Most likely some silly love song.
Before sitting down she walked up behind and put her arms about his
waist. He went completely still for a moment before continuing spreading
the marmalade on the toast.
"Jilly is getting a little pudgy," she said as she played with his
expanding waistline knowing it was something he hated about himself.
When he still thought of himself as manly he used to be quite vain about
his appearance. She ran her hands up to his chest and began grabbing two
handfuls that were now breasts. "New bra time me thinks, we'll go and
have a proper fitting soon, I promise."
"No thank you," he said trying to maintain some dignity which was
difficult with Amanda playing with his breasts and pretending to hump him
from behind.
Before sitting down at the table she lifted his housecoat and nightie and
smacked his bottom. When he turned around and put the plate before her
she could see his face was as red as the panties he was wearing.
"Thank you sweetie, don't worry about the washing up, you can come back
to it later, you still have so much to do, you can carry on with the
vacuuming, then our bed needs changing and the sheets need washing and
then there's all the rest of the clothes that need doing, so you had
better get cracking. Chop, chop."
"I'll be out for a few hours this afternoon but I will be back to make
sure that this evening will be a very special one for you just as I
promised," she said and then bit into her toast.
He went back upstairs and continued with the vacuuming. He realized he
had yet to do the bathroom and toilet before he could even begin to start
downstairs. Moving from room to room he asked himself how had he let
himself get into this position, Saturday used to be about the pub,
football, then back to the pub. He shook his head and knew he had walked
into this with his eyes open.
He stopped what he was doing for a moment and thought he should really
get the washing on before going any further and went downstairs and began
sorting it out, it was all second nature to him now, whites with whites,
colors with colors. Amanda had got that across to him in no uncertain
terms some time ago.
With the first load of washing now on he passed the kitchen and Amanda
shouted. "Jilly would you nip out to the post box and get the paper
sweetie,"
She saw him hesitate. "Oh, you're fine as you are, no one will see you,
our neighbours don't rise until midday on the weekend, hurry sweetie."
Luckily, it was winter so he donned his knitted hat with the tassels that
looked like plats and ran to the postbox grabbed the paper and ran back
inside.
Placing the paper in front of Amanda she looked up and smiled and handing
him her empty cup said, "More please."
What could he do to get out of this situation, walk out, no, he had given
up work to become a full time "housewife" on Amanda's insistence, so had
no money of his own, she had taken his bankcards and cut them in half in
front of him telling him he would not need them anymore. He understood
why he had let his job go. He placed a fresh cup of coffee in front of
her and hurried upstairs to get on with "his" housework.
Although he tidied up the house and made her meals every other day she
made it clear that Saturday was the day he did the bulk of the housework,
he was sure she did this because she would be home and enjoyed watching
him do it. Did he enjoy her watching him do it? Most likely it was to
prevent him going to the football, not that he would go now, having no
one to go with.
"His" housework, how had that come so easily to mind. He knew he had no
reason to still be afraid of everyone knowing about his crossdressing,
she still mentioned telling his workmates, hell he didn't work anymore,
in fact he was glad of it, the guys in the office began to ignore him and
he found himself running errands for the girls. He had become the office
bitch.
His last week in the office had been terrible. Over that weekend Amanda
had organized for her hairdresser to come and do his hair, it was never
going to be a good idea heading to work with blond streaks through his
hair. The attention he received from John, the bosses PA, was not
wanted, he wondered if he would still say no now if John was to ask him
for a kiss.
Imelda from the front desk was even scarier, she told him how she loved
girly men and wanting to know if he would like to go to a movie with her.
He had told her he was a married man and she answered saying he may be
married but she was absolutely certain he was not a man.
As for his drinking buddies, he could not remember the last Saturday he
had been with them. Without actually telling him to piss off they had
made it clear that they did not want him hanging around. He knew his
longer hair and arched eyebrows were no help.
No, he had got into this himself, no one else to blame and he believed
this was where he was supposed to be. Maybe he had been brainwashed by
Amanda. He was being silly and he knew it. He had been putting on
women's clothes as long as he could remember and it still gave him a
thrill.
Stop daydreaming Jilly, he said to himself, you now have to go back to
the bedroom and vacuum under the bed which you have forgotten to do,
concentrate girl. Oh Lord, I've just referred to myself as a girl he
realized.
They say time flies when you're busy and he was busy, he had heard Amanda
get herself ready and had heard the car as she drove away. He had hung
out the washing once again donning his woolen hat believing that no one
would recognize him and had done the same taking them in again. There
had been no rain but they still all needed a little time in the dryer.
With everything done but the ironing, which he was busy doing when he
heard a key in the door and knew Amanda was home.
"Hi sweetie, drop what you are doing and nip out to the car and bring in
the bags I left on the back seat, there's a dear."
Once again he had to go outside wearing what he had been wearing all day
while he did the housework. He did not know if he was more ashamed that
he was wearing women's clothes or that he had not changed all day into
something clean.
This time he had to go to the curb outside. His woolen hat was getting
lots of use today. He would have been highly embarrassed if he knew that
for the past year they all knew who was underneath it. Amanda had always
been honest with her neighbours. What if they thought he was a thief and
called the police, she reasoned.
He hurried back to the house highly embarrassed having run into his next
door neighbour, Mr. Barns, who had wished him a good afternoon and had
actually called him Giles.
He did not need to look into the bags he was bringing in, they all
carried the logos and names of women's clothing stores.
"Thank you sweetie, please take them up to our room and just leave them
on the bed, I think you will be more than pleased with my purchases'.
When he came back down she said, "Now hurry up with the ironing Jilly and
when you have put everything away you are to jump into the bath which I
am about to run for you. I'll put some of the lovely lavender bubble
bath soaps of which you are so fond. I'll leave out your lady shaver and
when you are ready I'll come in and wash your hair."
She walked over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek and then smiled
and gave him a wink.
He could not help himself, he was getting excited. What was going on he
wondered. Amanda was never overly mean to him other than humiliating him
occasionally when in company with comments like asking if he needed his
corset let out or pointing out that he had tiny feet and in fact took a
women's size eight. But that came with the territory of being a sissy.
And he now knew he was definitely a sissy. He did not believe he was a
sissy seven years ago when he first wed Amanda. Just a guy who had a
love of wearing women's things. Gradually with Amanda's help he had
feminized himself to the point that in reality he was behaving and living
as a woman.
But her being this kind to him was now a rarity. She had said she was
going to make this evening special for him, it was certainly starting to
feel special.
He finished the ironing and put the clothes in their proper place and
quickly headed for the bathroom. Amanda was there sitting on the side of
the bath feeling the temperature of the water.
"Perfect," she said and then began emptying the lavender powder into the
bath. "Here, let me help you undress."
Naked, she held one of his hands as he stepped into the bath and just
could not help herself and gave him a gentle smack on his rump. They
both giggled.
"Call me when you are ready to get your hair washed," she said as she
walked out of the bathroom and closed the door. He had not felt so happy
in such a long time.
Laying back in the bath just enjoying the smell of lavender and splashing
the water to encourage more suds he decided to lay there for a while
before using the razor on his legs. Amanda liked him to shave his pubic
hair, so he would do that as well not that there was a lot of hair as he
shaved regularly. She would do his back when she returned to wash his
hair.
Half an hour later she stuck her head into the bathroom. "All set?" she
asked.
"Yes Amanda, but you may need to do my back," he said.
She came over and inspected his back. "No, your fine. OK let's get your
hair washed." She took off the band he had tying up his ponytail and let
his hair fall to his shoulders. Amanda seldom did his hair and this was
really becoming a special day. Feeling her hands rub his head was just
heaven.
"Keep your eyes tightly shut," she told him as she rinsed the shampoo out
of his hair. To his mind the process had not lasted long enough.
"OK, up and out you get sweetie," she told him as once again she took his
hand and helped him out onto the bathmat. She wrapped a towel about him
the way a woman would wear a towel after a shower or a bath and began
patting him dry. Another towel was put turban fashion on his head.
Satisfied, she then led him out of the bathroom and upstairs to their
bedroom and sat him in front of the dresser mirror. No words were
spoken, he was being led and was loving it. She removed the towel about
his head and dried his hair of excess water, then she brushed his fringe
and reaching for a scissors began taking an inch off it.
"You have such pretty eyes, they should not be hidden." She used the
hair dryer sparingly, just enough to half dry his hair, then she got to
work with the hair straightener. Looking at himself he thought the style
she was giving him was similar to the leading lady in the movie Pulp
Fiction. Well a girl can dream, he smiled to himself.
"Is Jilly having a special time?" she asked him and he replied with an
even bigger smile.
She then began to put red nail varnish on his hands and he was really
delighted when she lifted his foot onto her lap and began putting polish
on his toenails. Next she began to apply makeup to his face as he held
his hands up so the nail varnish could dry. "You do not need a lot of
makeup sweetie," she told him. "you have such a lovely complexion, but
let's make those eyes stand out," she said and got to work on his
eyebrows and lashes. He watched transfixed as she magically turned him
into a passable good looking woman.
"You are forty years old but I swear no one would say you were a day over
thirty," she smiled at his reflection.
"OK," she said. "Let's see what's in those bags."
She stood him up and removed his towel and looking down could see that
his little brain between his legs was getting very excited. She reached
down and gave it a smack, she was certain now that she had made the right
decision in getting him tight shapewear knickers instead of a pair of
sexy panties.
His disappointment was almost comical when she held them open for him to
stand into. "With the dress you will be wearing we do not need any
unnecessary bumps Jilly, I'm sure you understand."
His eyes lit up a bit when she took out the black bra he would wear,
there was more lace on it than on a princesses wedding dress. Putting it
on him and fixing the eyes at the back she was delighted there was no
obvious back fat, a perfect fit, but she did reach around and gather as
much of his fat breasts as she could possibly manage to fill up the cups.
"Perfect, I think that would classify as a cleavage," she said as she
perked them up as much as possible.
"Now the dress, a little black number." She lifted up the bag and
displayed the name emblazoned across the front. "Lance Carter."
"No," he said, "it can't be."
"Yes it is, a one of a kind," Amanda said.
He had just been reading an article about Lance Carter in a fashion
magazines. He was just getting over a messy divorce. He had married a
young male model and it just did not work out. In the article he
admitted he had made a mistake, that at his time in life (52) he needed
someone a bit less frivolous. His garments were worn by the rich and
famous.
Stepping into such a dress was a dream come true for any girl, but he was
not a girl, he was a forty-year-old sissy male.
As if reading his mind Amanda said, "Tonight Jilly you are all woman, and
a very beautiful one."
Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt all woman, maybe a little heavy
side, Amanda had once called him buxom. He looked behind to see if there
was a panty line showing, but the dress had been so cleverly designed
that the little ruffle just below his bottom hit a multitude of sins. He
was sure the shapewear big knickers he was wearing, being so tight, would
show through.
It came above the knees in the front and fell halfway down his calf at
the back, the sleeves were loose, bell shaped, and came to his elbows,
but it was the low neckline that would catch everyone's eye. He smiled
noticing that the lacy top of his bra was visible and blended into the
dress so well that it looked as if it was designed to do so.
Then he asked the obvious question of Amanda. "Do you think it makes me
look fat?" She just laughed and evilly said, "Yes." He did not believe
her, he was over the moon.
He looked at himself from all angles, twirling this way and that way.
Then he did the unthinkable. He turned round to Amanda and kissed her on
the lips. He had not done anything so rash in a long, long time. Seeing
how happy he was Amanda let it go.
"Easy girl," she said holding him back with her hands on his shoulders.
"Let's get some footwear on."
She let him to the bed and sat him down tossing him a pair of white ankle
socks. "Put them on," she told him and then handed him a smallish shoe
box.
Inside were a pair of black tennis shoes with white soles. But what made
an ordinary pair of tennis shoes into something special was the LC logo
on the side.
"Oh my God," he gasped, "these must have cost you a fortune."
He quickly had them on and laced up before Amanda could even move to help
and soon he was in front of the mirror again.
"You look fantastic, a million dollars, now go downstairs and take out
that bottle of wine I left in the chiller and pour us both big glasses, I
will be down in five as soon as I get myself ready. We have some serious
business to discuss."
Not really taking much notice of what Amanda said he vanished out of the
room almost skipping like a schoolgirl.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Amanda came down wearing a sweater, jeans and knee high boots to find him
seated on the sofa with two generously filled glasses of wine on the
coffee table in front of him.
"Keep those knees together girl," she said as she sat beside him, picked
up her glass indicating for him to do the same.
"Let's toast to two beautiful women," she said as they clinked glasses.
Putting down her glass she took his hand in both of hers and looking into
his lovely made up eyes she said, "It's time for our talk Jilly." He
just nodded.
"You have known for some time I have wanted a child." He nodded again.
"Well tonight I have a date." She saw the worried look come across his
face, but she carried on. "Time is running out for me, I am getting
older and it's now or never. We have tried, I have seen a doctor and
there appears no reason why I cannot conceive."
"The man I am dating is no one you would know and I have all the
information I need about him that convinces me that he is the perfect
candidate. Now I know you will not be jealous or angry about what I have
decided, but best of all I have arranged for you to have a date too
tonight."
His mouth dropped open and he looked as if he was about to run back up
the stairs.
Still holding his hand she said, "I think you will be pleasantly
surprised by your date, he is a highly influential man in the fashion
industry, he is looking for a companion. I put your name into that web
site you are always on, the Pink Parlor, and could not believe the amount
of replies I received on your behalf."
"Goodness me there was even a hairy biker type, but the man I settled on
was the one who will be here to pick you up any minute now." Here she
looked at her watch.
"I don't want to do this, I don't think I can, I have never been with a
man." He was almost crying.
"Don't be silly, in the bedroom for the last couple of years I have been
your man and you have been my woman, it's time to take the next step.
You have been spreading your legs for me, which by the way does not give
me a whole lot of penetration."
"It's time for you to take the next stop." Just then the doorbell
chimed. "Up," she said and began pushing him towards the hall door.
"Answer it."
"I'm afraid," he whimpered.
"Jilly answer that door, or else."
He slowly made his way towards the door.
"Do not keep the gentleman waiting Jilly."
With tears in his eyes he tentatively opened the door. The tears stopped
and his jaw dropped when he saw who was on the doorstep, it cannot be
him, but it is, oh my God he is more handsome in real life than on the
telly, he was thinking.
"You must be Jilly," he said in a deep voice. "Are you not going to
invite me in?" he smiled showing perfectly white teeth.
Remembering himself he said, "Yes sir, please do come in sir." Why am I
calling him "Sir'?
Lance Carter entered and took his hand and put it to his lips, he was
sure he was going to faint. Amanda was right behind him and Sir swept
past him and gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek.
"Lovely to meet you at last Amanda, I knew you would be a beauty, you
almost put Jilly here in the shade."
"Great to finally meet you too Mr. Carter."
"Please call me Lance." He smiled at her once again displaying those
perfect teeth.
"Jilly pour Lance a glass of wine."
"Would you prefer a white or red wine Sir," he inquired.
"Jilly it's Lance, a I will have whatever is going."
"Yes, of course sir, white it is." He was beside himself, was the Lance
Carter going to be his date? Here he was dressed from head to toe in
Lance Cater designed clothes, well almost everything as he felt the
pressure of his tight shapewear knickers. Lance Carter would never put
his name to any garment so gross.
He could feel Sir's eyes on him as he was pouring his wine. He did not
have long to wait for confirmation that Lance Carter was in fact his
date. He tried not to mince his way across and handed Mr. Carter his
wine. God he's tall and so handsome. I already love his salt and pepper
hair and the way it's brushed back over his forehead. His mind was
racing.
"Jilly you look beautiful, but we cannot take too long with
introductions, Gerry is outside in the car waiting and we are booked in
for dinner at 7.30, so if you have a coat grab it and we will be off."
Amanda rushed to the hall stand and handed Lance her best gaberdine coat
and Lance took over and began to help Jilly into it. He is so assertive
Jilly thought.
"Thank you Amanda," Lance said. "You need have no worries, I will have
this angel home nice and early, safe and sound."
Just before they left Amanda whispered to him, "You do look beautiful
Jilly, tonight remember you are all woman."
As they were heading out a young fair headed man was coming in, Jilly
noted he was very good looking and wore a friendly smile and catching
sight of Amanda waved and said, "I do believe I am a little early."
The last he heard before the door closed was Amanda's reply. "Great to
see you Mark."
How could he be jealous, he was linking Lance Carter heading towards his
silver Merc where Gerry, who turned out to be a stern looking fiftyish
woman, was holding open the door for him.
He was going to have dinner with the most important man in the fashion
industry, he thought of what Amanda had said just before they left, he
looked at the handsome man beside him and forgetting the restricting
underwear completely, felt like a woman.
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