The Feminization of Michael.
Chapter 1
How I had found myself in this predicament Ill never fully understand.
Ok I guess it was my own fault but why I didn’t kick against it when I could Ill never know.
I had been involved in a sordid night of drink drugs and sex with a young transsexual hooker! Including her/him putting a bra and panties on me! I didn’t know any of this until my wife, Sue, confronted me with the brown envelope with pictures and a blackmail note.
I had been caught before having sex outside the relationship, but this must have been the last straw for her.
She was now blackmailing me!
She had set up an elaborate sequence of emails that could be triggered at any time sending these images to my family, boss, the guys at the Club, and other important people, I wouldn’t want them to see me dressed in a pink bra and knickers and in the arms of a transsexual! In particular I was the sole beneficiary of my very rich Aunts will. She was a puritan and had already cut my sister out of the will due to her sexual promiscuity. I wouldn’t risk my inheritance under any cost.
She started setting down , what seemed an unusual at first, set of rules. I would have to comply!
Whilst I was at work she was a busy girl! I returned home that evening and she told me she had moved me into the spare room, and that she had bought me some new things. Strange I thought, I thought she wanted to punish me!
I went to the room with her in tow. The wardrobe had a few new grey and black suits hanging in it which looked ok and a rack of white, blue and striped shirts .
“Where are my other suits Hun,” I said.
“I burnt them,” she said. I didn’t get it? She had then bought new ones?
“Go and have a shower,” she instructed.
I went and did as I was told.
She popped her head around the door and produced a can of some foam. I want you to apply this and remove all your body hair Mike.”
“What!” I said , “why?”
“Because I say!” She snapped.
This was madness but I couldn’t risk her circulating those pics! So I dutifully did it.
I looked weird afterwards.
It was then that it all fell into place. She had opened the draw in the bedroom that was full of flimsy lycra white, pink and black things! She had also removed the clothes I had taken off! The last of my old clothes I suspected. But there were at least new business suits and shirts in the wardrobe .
She had laid out a white lace nightdress on the bed also! Ok so she wanted to humiliate me in the house and make me wear bras again. I could manage that.
“Put this bra on honey for me, and then you can slip your pretty nightie on dear” she smirked.
“You really are sick aren’t you, but I‘m not bothered ,” I said.
“Oh you will be,” she said under her breath as she left the room.
I slid between the pink sheets and fell asleep in my night dress!
I slept heavily and was woken early by Sue. “Come on sweetness time to get up you have work.”
I stumbled out of bed in the night dress and bra. What the hell I thought, then I remembered! Whatever.
“As you don’t have any male underwear anymore honey you’ll wear a bra and lace short knickers today.” She snapped.
“No fucking way!” I shouted.
“You will honey or…,” she threatened.
I thought at least I can keep them covered, The bra? I would have to keep my jacket on.
I slipped on a plain white unpadded bra thankfully it didn’t change my shape! She had supplied me thankfully with what I guessed were plain sports type bras, although there was a little satin bow on the front! The knickers were full on elasticated lace however and they seemed to constrict tightly my penis and scrotum.
“That’s better Mike, I may start to prefer you like this,” she chuckled. I glared at her.
“Your new shirts and suits are hanging up, go and get dressed now. Oh there’s also some new shoes in there for you.” She left leaving me to get changed.
The bra was clearly going to be visible through the shirt but I would keep my jacket on and buttoned up. I picked the white cotton shirt out. As I put it on it seemed tight. wrong size I thought. As I pulled it together to button it up it clung tightly to my waist, it was a very fitted shirt I thought. I then realised I couldn’t button it up! The buttons were on the wrong side! Whilst it had a collar in a shirt style, and I spotted some new slim ties in the wardrobe, it was in fact a woman’s blouse!
As I turned to go and object, Sue was in the doorway and barked “get dressed!”
Shit I thought this is going to be difficult! The tie will cover the buttons and with the jacket on I could hide it.
The ties all had some pink in them! I put a grey and pink striped one on. It was really thin like a bootlace tie! I was going to be the laughing stock in the office. It was to get worse.
I picked a plain black suit out. However when I started to put the trouser on I realised there was no fly in them! I pulled them up and they seemed like hipsters! Oh my god I thought they are women’s trousers! Sue made me zip the side zip up and button up the top. There was a double slim black belt with two chrome slim buckles fastening. They were quite full and baggy as well! The combined effect of the tight lace shorts and flat fronted tight hipster trousers flattened my manhood completely. I could see Sue was pleased!
“I cant go in like this honey ! Come on!” I pleaded.
“You have no choice, or I have no choice other than to circulate that information!” She stated.
The suit jacket was again fitted and clearly a woman’s cut. The problem was when it was done up with the single button fastening it pinched in the waist, with a flaring of the bottom of the jacket , which also seemed shorter than a mans jacket. It also seemed to have extra space at the front with darting obviously tailored to fit a bosom! I would have to do it up to cover the bra though!
Then the socks! Which were sheer black stocking material, with little black spots called Pop Sox!
The shoes were clearly women’s loafers. They were at least flat but had a flamboyant silver buckle on the front.
I went down stairs.
Sue chuckled, “well this may make you keep your dick in your…knickers.” She laughed some more.
“This is crazy, Ill get the sack!” I replied.
Sue would normally drop me off , as she did that morning. I walked from the car into reception feeling totally stupid. There were a few giggle and hushed comments but I went to my desk in the open plan office and got on with my work.
A couple of the guys took the piss. “What’s with your new style Mike?” I dismissed their comments just shrugging.
I had a pre-planned meeting with my boss, who clearly looked at my new appearance and looked a bit confused but said nothing.
The first day went on as normal other than that. And I continued for the first month like this. I think they got used to it at work. But I still got sniggers constantly, but it was never directly discussed.
At weekends Sue made me change into significantly more feminine clothes. The bras were lightly padded and I wore lace edged vest tops and fitted cardigans. At least I only had jeans, albeit women’s jeans, and all my shoes were “dolly” shoes, at least without a heel!
Those were the only clothes I now had! I generally tried to stay in, but I was forced to go to the shops often. She had bought me a knee length women’s coat that I did up tightly and tried to hide in. I also put on a beanie hat and shades so I wasn’t recognised. I got the kids taking the piss a lot.
I used to get my hair cut monthly but she stopped this. Thankfully it was quite short, but it seemed to grow thickly and quickly now it wasn’t being cut regularly.
I returned from the shops one day to find she had replenished my wardrobe with new clothes! I saw immediately that they were more female! There were two suits in a burgundy shade one almost a light plum colour! And two paler grey suits, one with a pinkish stripe and one with a pink check. I checked quickly to see they had trousers, and they did!
The shirts were replaced, this time there were various shades of pink, cream and white. They didn’t have collars but open blouse neck lines and they all had some sort of subtle flower or frill detail.
The plain bras had been replaced by lace bras and they were slightly padded like my weekend ones !
“This has got to stop its ridiculous Sue?” I pleaded.
“No Mike it wont stop? You know what will happen if it does?” she snarled.
“I think this is worse to be honest than everyone knowing!” I said.
“Its up to you honey?” She chuckled knowing there was no way I could reveal what had happened.
At least Sue continued making me my food and drinks.
