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Are You Trying Turning Me Into A Sissy
🕑 Added 2024-04-22 14:45:29 +0000 UTCChapter 12 - Getting Ready.
I ran a bath immediately after I reached home. A shave, some bubbles, and ten minutes to chill out. I hope that Victoria will not be angry with the pierced ears and getting Jess involved.
It was done now and I had lots to do. I fastened my ankle chain before pulling on the blue garter belt, with a pair of opaque white stockings some lace ankle socks, and the matching lace-trimmed panties.
I added a camisole top and sat to do my nails. I used the same pink that I had worn previously and realized that it was the only color that I had and that I had forgotten my toenails.
Oh well, there was not enough time to do anything about that now. Once the nails were dry I tried the make-up. Foundation, blusher, eye shadow, and eyeliner but I knew that I would not be able to manage the false lashes.
I pulled on the dress and shivered as it fell down my body. It was a new experience having a hemline brush against my legs just below the knees.
I slipped on the sling-back heels. It took a few minutes to find my balance and I accepted that I would need a little more practice in these shoes. I took some time to get the wig on.
Once it was straight I brushed it out. Then I added some lipstick and stood back to check the image.
Wow, I had done this myself and I was pleased with the results. I hope that Victoria will be as well. I picked up and slipped on a pair of white lace fingerless gloves and made my way downstairs. For the first time I really felt the hem of the skirt on my legs and the earrings brushing my neck.
As I got to the bottom of the stairs a thought occurred to me.
I had done this to myself, me, I was a guy, I had not been pushed I had wanted to do it. I sighed - I was a sissy.
I was not unhappy, this was a private thing between two people, well three if you include Jess, but I think that I was happy to accept the label. I loved the feeling of being dressed up, the expectation of great sex, and the beautiful wife that I adored.
Chapter 13 - Victoria arrives home.
All the way home I had been thinking about what Chris was doing. I expected to find him dressed in some underwear but could not imagine that he had bought anything more daring.
After all, he was the one who wanted me to push him. It's just that I was not sure what the next step should be. I pulled up and parked outside the house and as I locked the car I noticed that the door was open.
Chris must have seen me pull up. I walked through the door and was about to turn to close it when I saw a dark-haired woman in a pretty blue dress standing at the end of the hallway with her head down but her eyes up looking at me.
I dropped my briefcase and handbag. My hands flew to my mouth and I stumbled back against the door shutting it rather firmly. That woman was my darling husband.
"Oh, Chris my love"
"Actually I'm Missy, short for Melissa," responded Chris?
It took me a few moments to gather myself and take in what was before me. Chris went into the kitchen and as I followed he/she handed me a glass of very cold white wine and pointed to the stools at the counter.
"Chris, Missy, oh it's confusing. Please come and let me get a look at you."
He stood before me, twirled, and then curtsied.
"Do you like it?"
"Oh yes I am so proud of you, you look great and so different from previous weekends. Did you buy everything online?"
"Yes, no way I was going to shops for these things. Except for the earrings. Jess helped me."
"Jess helped you? Why?"
"It's a long story and it will keep until a bit later."
I was intrigued, to say the least, but he, she was right, it would keep. What was not going to keep was me.
"I need to get out of these clothes.
"I love you very much," he said.
"Now go change, dinner in 20 minutes and then we can talk."
My husband dressed in an outfit that he had purchased, and where the hell did Jess fit in?
Chris (henceforth it will be Chris unless he is fully dressed and then it will be Missy) had prepared a light dinner and plenty of cold wine.
"So tell all," Missy explained where she had got the clothes and that she felt that if we were going to continue dressing we needed another outfit as one would not cover a whole weekend.
"Where does Jess fit in?"
"During the week we were having coffee and she asked me if we were still playing dress up. I admitted that we were and she asked what I wore. I don't really know why but I felt that I could confide in her so I told her about the plans for this weekend and that I had everything except earrings.
She suggested getting them pierced and I said no. She asked me again the next day and offered to help me and to do them for me."
"Your ears are pierced?" I caught myself, I felt faint.
"Yes. Jess came with me to buy them and pierced them earlier this afternoon just before I left.
She said that if I took them out on Sunday night they would heal up or I could try some studs that would not look out of place. I thought that it would be a bit of fun. You're not angry are you?"
"No, it's fabulous. I love it."
"Great I'll just keep them in for the weekend."
"No, you will swap them for studs. Now they are done, they are staying done. She was right they will look fine. Now if you had a second piercing."
"No chance. Actually, the woman in the jeweler tried to sell us a matching navel ring or whatever it's called. I think she thought that they were for Jess and she tried to talk me into it. That was a step too far though!"
Victoria smiled sipped her wine and said, "You bought a complete outfit of women's clothes, shoes, a wig and had your ears pierced.
That's not too far?" Missy blushed.
"Well, it's for us I thought that you would like it."
I smiled again.
"Oh don't get me wrong I love it, love the look, love you, love the bravery, admire your being prepared to admit things to Jess. What makes me laugh you think that a navel chain is too much. Oh, I'm not complaining, but that amuses me."
After we ate we cuddled in front of the fire. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course," she replied.
"Well I had no idea what you were planning and I am delighted with the result. I assume that we are going to continue these games for a while at least."
"Yes, I suppose that we are."
"I had been thinking about what to do next, how to push you a little. I'm going to get you your next outfit when I have given it some thought."
Missy was quiet, there was nothing to say. Ten minutes later I said "I have it, my idea to push you.
I want you to show Jess two pictures of you dressed like this a head and shoulders and a full-length shot. We'll take them on your phone and you can show her this week."
"No, no, no please not that please," she pleaded.
"Yes, that. You involved her in this, she helped you, and she deserves that. I want to push you, that is what I am doing, so you will have to do it.
In fact, I want her to text me before Thursday evening to confirm that she has seen the pictures.
If you don't show her I will forward them to her and you will lose control of them.
That would not be a good idea."
"Please, Victoria I can't."
"Yes, you can. You will and now to take your mind off of it, get upstairs I need sex." I got sex and plenty of it. It distracted Missy, it distracted me too.
Chapter 14 - The next week.
The rest of the weekend was full of great sex. I came inside Victoria so many times I lost count but I ate her out after each time. I stayed dressed. I had the blue outfit on again on Saturday and the pink one on Sunday.
I admit that I loved the feel of the clothes, the shoes the makeup, and the overall feel and look.
I loved the sex too. I know that guys dressing in women's clothes, sissy clothes, is a bit odd but I loved it and so it seemed did Victoria. She supervised make-up lessons, walking in heels and we were as close as we had ever been. We did not talk about Victoria's task until late Sunday.
I appealed to her to rescind the task. She refused when I asked her and went away in a bit of a huff. I found her about 30 minutes later in the bathroom. When I knocked she told me to come in and I was surprised to see her sitting on the closed toilet seat shaving her pubic area.
"This is annoying. I love the freedom and the feel of being naked but I hate shaving and the depilatory cream is awful and causes a rash."
"Sorry, I don't know what to suggest. I know what you mean. You could let it grow back again."
"Oh no. Now it's gone it's staying gone, it feels so good, so free, it looks so good, sexy, and makes me feel so bloody horny. I never want to see it or have to do this again."
"I was reading an article in one of your magazines about laser hair removal. Maybe that is possible."
"That would be permanent, would solve the problem but I'm not sure that I could get someone messing about down there without wanting to orgasm." She laughed. I joined in.
On Monday I was cooking when Victoria came home.
"Hi darling, how are you and have you shown the pictures to Jess yet? She hasn't texted me."
"Thank you. I'm fine and no I have not yet got the courage up to do it."
"Well, tick, tock" and with that she went to change. We were watching TV when she said, "I looked into the idea of laser hair removal and found that you can get a device to do it yourself.
It's not cheap but I'd like to buy one and try it. Actually, I'd like you to do it for me."
"You want me to do it?"
"I want you to use it to remove my hair, idiot. It will be sexy."
"Okay, that might turn into some fun."
"I hope so, two birds with one stone.
Did you think I meant for you to use it on yourself?"
"For a moment, yes."
"No, I hadn't thought of that but now you mention it.."
And with that, we retired to bed for sex.
On Wednesday I was cooking when Victoria burst through the door.
"Darling, I'm home and I got a text message."
Of course, I knew exactly what she was referring to.
"So you told Jess, tell me all about it." There was a pause.
"Oh, you're dressed!"
Well, to be accurate I was in my underwear. A white camisole top and matching French knickers with white hold-up stockings, my white heels, the blonde wig, some lipstick, and a sheer knee-length robe that I had 'borrowed' from Victoria.
"What is going on?"
"Nothing," I replied, "go and change, I'll have a glass of wine ready and we can chat as we eat dinner."
Ten minutes later we were sitting at the table.
"I decided to dress for a reason but I suggest that wait until after dinner.
Yes, I spoke to Jess and yes I showed her the two pictures." "Okay, how did you feel and what did she think and what did she say?"
"I was petrified, but somehow found the courage so I invited her for coffee in my office when she was on her break.
I simply told her that you wanted her to see two pictures and handed her my phone. She went back and forth several times and looked at me occasionally.
Then she hugged me and said that she was very proud of me for my bravery in sharing the images, flattered that you wanted her to see them, and astonished at how good she thought that I looked in the pictures.
She also said that she is now pretty sure that she is gay!
Guys just don't seem to do it for her, girls turn her on, and one in particular."
"Wow, did she say who?"
"No she wouldn't tell me and in any case, she needs to find out if her orientation is real or just a feeling."
"Poor girl," was Victoria's thought.
"How do you feel now?"
"I'm relieved but it's done and wasn't as bad as I had feared.
As long as she keeps the secret."
"Well done my darling, I'm very proud of you.
Now why are you dressed?" as she pushed her plate away and sipped her wine. "Well after you mocked me about going too far last weekend..."
"You mean the ear piercing?"
"Yes. You also said that you wanted to push me, and you did with the pictures and Jess.
I was thinking about things. I like this game, I need you to push certain things, especially around humiliation, but why can't I push too?"
"Where is this going, what do you mean?"
"Well, you mentioned the navel piercing."
"Don't tell me you are considering getting it done?
No, wait a minute that's why you are dressed, you did it."
"Yes, I did."
"Oh, show me. Did Jess do it? Come on."
"Wait a minute.
No Jess doesn't know.
I went back to the shop where I got the earrings and the girls asked if they were a gift. I told her that my wife and I were playing a game and that I wanted to do something feminine, something no man should really do.
She agreed to do the piercing and I got her to insert the piercing that matches the earrings." For the first time, Victoria realized that I was also wearing earrings.
"My goodness, what did she say?"
"She said that I was not the first crossdresser she had pierced and did it. She added that it could always be removed and no harm done but pointed out that if I, we, wanted something more permanent then a tattoo would be worth thinking about."
Victoria was in a state of shock.
"I can't believe that you did that, I can't believe that you opened up to someone else. You didn't get a tattoo did you?"
"No, I did not."
"Okay show me."
I stood and raised the camisole. Victoria stared, she opened and closed her mouth, jumped up, and hugged me.
"Oh darling, well done. Come on leave the dishes. I've got an itch that needs to be scratched."
We went to bed. A couple of hours later, well satisfied and exhausted Victoria threw an arm across me and pulled back the sheet for another look.
"Would you like a tattoo?"
"What? That would be kind of hard to hide."
"It depends on what you had and where. Something discreet would not be seen by anyone but me."
"I know that but what about the future. Something very feminine could raise some questions if anyone saw it, a doctor, by accident in a changing room."
"Who said something feminine?"
"Well, I didn't think you meant an anchor or something macho."
"Actually I had not given the design much thought.
Macho would not suit you, something feminine might identify you as a sissy though. I would not push you down that road." That set me thinking. Sissy?
Yes I was, was I happy with that? Actually, it didn't much matter, it is what I am.
"Do you want me to get one?"
"Not particularly, I'm not sure that we are far enough along this road to do that but if you wanted it I would not mind as long as it was tasteful."
Chapter 15 - We had a few things planned.
The next weekend so dressing was not really possible. Let me clarify that.
Outer clothes, wigs, shoes, and makeup were out. I continued to wear feminine underwear and hosiery and a nightie for bed, although more often than not, it came off fairly quickly.
The major event on Saturday was the arrival of the hair removal device. I called Victoria and we sat with a coffee and opened the box. We studied the device and the instruction book.
It all seemed simple enough, although it did warn that there may be some discomfort and there may be a need for some areas to be repeated. We were going out to dinner with some distant friends that we had not seen for a long time so we could not really play there and then.
We did get dressed up.
Well, I had my toenails painted, ankle chain on, black sheer stockings a suspender belt, and matching panties. Of course my navel chain and a white camisole under my white open-necked shirt.
I wore a black suit and dress shoes. I was comfortable with the mix of clothes. The idea of going out in female outer clothing was an idea that made me shudder with fear. I could not do that, I would be read as a guy and humiliated in an instant and Victoria would be as well.
The undergarments did make me feel good. Victoria smiled as she got dressed.
I was surprised that she wore identical underwear, a woman's tailored black two-piece suit, and a white blouse.
The trousers were very close-fitting and very sexy looking. She was not wearing a bra and when I commented her reply was "Neither are you."
There was not much I could think to say at that point.
In fact, the only real difference in our outfits was Victoria's heels. A pair of black patent 4" heels. That gave her a lovely hip swing when she walked in them. I raised an eyebrow when I saw her outfit.
"So, why the almost matching outfit?" "I thought that it would be fun to match. There is nothing exactly unusual about the clothes, the fact we are wearing similar is no big deal is it?"
"I'm sure there will be a comment, as long as no one knows that we are matching underneath as well."
"That's the really sexy bit. I won't tell anyone. Will you?" she replied. I simply grimaced in reply.
It was a lovely evening and although our friends did pass a comment about us matching it was not really mentioned. When we got back home we tore off each other's outer clothes and went to bed. It was late morning when we finally rolled out of bed.
I was exhausted. Victoria had been very demanding several times during the night. I'm not complaining but keeping up was not easy and I had plenty of work with my tongue.
After breakfast, we went for a shower and decided to try the laser hair removal device. Victoria lay back on the bed and I set to work on the pubic area. It was obvious right away that there was a little discomfort and after about 20 minutes Victoria cried out, "Enough, enough.
It is a strange feeling, slightly annoying and that is about as much as I can stand for a session but I have to tell you that I am soaking wet and very horny."
I spent the rest of the hour between her legs. As I was removing my ankle chain the clasp broke, "Damn, the clasp broke"
"Don't worry about it. It was only meant as a bit of fun.
We can always get a different one."
Over the next few weeks, we did a twenty-minute session of hair depilation most days and that took at least an hour with the follow-up sex.
We removed all of her pubic hair and that on her legs and she loved the new smooth look.
Chapter 16 - Victoria.
On the train again I found myself heading off by train for another meeting. I had completed my preparation and checked my emails before I was halfway to my destination.
I thought back to my last train trip and the things that had happened since then. I had decided that I wanted a sissy and I had got one but now I wanted to change things a bit.
We had come a long way but what should the next step be for Chris? I knew that I wanted the sex to continue and that I was going to get rid of every hair on my body permanently. I loved the clean feeling of freedom and of course, it made me feel sexy.
I also knew that I must do something about a navel piercing for myself. Ever since Missy had it done I knew that I wanted it I just had not found the time.
I was mindlessly browsing through Pinterest and some fashion pictures when I suddenly came upon an image of a woman in a white dress that had a fitted bodice flared skirt with lots of petticoats making it flare out.
It had butterflies around the bottom.
I stopped for a moment, that outfit was extraordinarily feminine, perhaps girly. That was it I wanted an outfit for Missy which was less sissy but still outrageously feminine.
Could I dare dress my darling husband in that?
I stared out of the window for a few moments before I realized that I had a warm and very damp feeling between my legs. I had my answer.
I spent the rest of the journey trying to find that dress or something very similar and by the time I reached my station I had placed an order. I expected my meeting to be difficult but quite the opposite.
I was in fine form and had a successful outcome. I left to return to the station on a high.
I ordered a celebratory gin and tonic during my return home and did some more shopping. I called Chris to let him know what time to expect me and told him that I was looking forward to a 'nice evening.' That was with we had.
A nice glass of wine, twenty minutes of hair removal, and a good hour of hot and sweaty sex.
Chris lay back on the bed clearly exhausted "What brought that about? You had a good day?"
"Yes. I had a very good day. Successful meeting, lovely husband, and great sex," I replied. "But there is something else as well isn't there?"
"Actually, yes. I have a plan for your next outfit.
But it will need to wait for another week before I manage to get everything organized."
"Okay," he replied but there was a note of apprehension in his voice.
"I also want you to do two other things. Log into my Pinterest account and create a board for yourself, then I want you to pin things that you like on it."
"What sort of things? "Clothes, outfits, shoes, hairstyles that sort of thing."
"But why?"
"I'm just asking you to do it. You might enjoy it.
"I don't understand?"
He looked puzzled and slightly scared.
"Chris, Missy, we have had fun these last few months and I want that to carry on but I need some ideas, you need some ideas, so just indulge me. It's you and me, we love each other, and we have enjoyed what we have been doing I just want to see where to go."
The look on his face was pure horror.
Comments
Natasha
What a supportive wife and sissy who by cleaning hes wife is the girl taking over and wont be long till she would prefer being a girl in bed x
Amanda
Definitely enjoying the extra audio snippets. The courage and vulnerability of this couple is a nice alternative to the usual narrative most of us experience.💁♀️
Annah Rourke
I suppose i find this entire sissy thing fascinating now - still not for me and never was but i think i could be somewhat more open minded aparently
Brianna Demonet
His face may say horror, but his heart will say yes. I have a feeling a tramp stamp and nipple and/or tongue piercings are in the near future. It's too bad most people don't realize how much fun and healthy this kind of relationship can be!
