Womanhood - Husband Feminized By His Wife - Part 3

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It was lovely but a bit cryptic. So were the rest of the instructions in the letter. After lunch, I was to open parcel one before going to my next appointment. Then, when I got back from that appointment, I could open parcels two and three, and the wardrobe. Looking up at the wardrobe I now noticed it had an envelope stuck to it.

Once again, I trusted my wife and, after finishing my lunch, opened parcel one.  Inside were a matching bra and panties set in a beautiful jade green. Slipping off the bathrobe, I stepped into the panties. Even though I was becoming increasingly used to wearing satin, it was arousing and I hoped the arousal would ease.

Fixing the bra around my chest I was impressed with how snugly my breasts filled in, and, looking in the mirror, was pleased that I appeared feminine, despite the slight bulge in my panties. Checking the time I realized I was almost late for my next appointment, so putting on a new bathrobe, I headed to the salon.  In the salon, I was really pampered. My still-damp hair was cut and shaped and highlights were added.

I had it in my mind to protest but didn’t want them to smell a rat. As my hair was setting I had a pedicure and manicure. The manicure involved some kind of gel setting on the nails which was strange, but when it was set toes and fingers were all topped with glossy green varnish, a similar shade to my new underwear. As I lay back while my hair was still drying I relaxed completely and was beginning to doze off when I felt a prick on my left ear. I started and then realized that the beautician was piercing my ears.  “Oh, sorry to alarm you,” she said, “I didn’t realize you were asleep.”

I was about to complain about the ear piercing when I realized I didn’t really want to draw attention to myself and so meekly let her do the other ear. As she put the studs in I wondered what I looked like. I didn’t have to wait long because the stylist soon came along and turned my chair around so I could see my reflection as she finished working on the hair. I was astounded.

My relatively long but shaggy hair had been trimmed and highlighted and was now being styled to look a little like the famous ‘Rachel’. Definitely no question of it being feminine, but despite the ear studs, I could still tell the face was masculine. Perhaps that was just me. Either way, it was about to change. After styling I moved on to makeup and had semi-permanent tints on eyelashes and eyebrows and then a glamorous makeover ready for the film set, or so I thought.  Leaving the salon, I felt completely different and, heading back to the room, was keen to know what else was in store. Parcel two was a matching earring and necklace set.

I sat at the dressing table and fixed the necklace around my neck. Again it was of jade and had a pendant that sat just above my cleavage. The earrings were also pendants, and so, for the first time in my life, I took out the ear studs that had been fixed to my ears and replaced them with the pendants. I could immediately feel the difference in weight. Letting the robe fall from my shoulders, I couldn’t match the image I saw with the reality I knew.

Everything I saw said, woman!  The final thing to open was the wardrobe. Inside there was a delicate slip hanging from a padded hanger. I slipped this over my head and let it fall over my body. It was a suspender slip that explained the new pair of sheer nude stockings in the bag. I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped the stockings up my completely smooth legs, clipping them on the suspenders. Also in the wardrobe was a beautiful green dress.

I stepped into it, pulling it up my body and slipping my arms through the sleeves. Doing up the concealed zip on the side helped it fit snugly to my body. Finally, I slipped my feet into the inch-high satin pumps colored to compliment the dress that was in a box at the bottom of the wardrobe, and the shawl that came with it. There was one final package, but my instruction was not to open that until my final appointment which, it turns out, was with the photographer.  I had no idea what to expect from the photographer or why this was part of the day.

The only thing I could think was that my wife wanted a record of the day so that when things went back to normal she could always reflect on what had actually happened. The photographer was, thankfully, female, and I quickly became very comfortable under her guidance. She had me adopt a variety of poses and took a range of different shots.

Although she showed me some of the shots, I couldn’t gauge the finished effect as she said she would be adding filters. When she suggested some underwear shots, for your other half, she suggested, noting my wedding ring. I blushed and balked at the idea, but gradually came round to her persuasion. Taking off the dress I was really nervous about whether my secret would become apparent, but the poses she had me make were discrete.

I was still pleased to put the dress back on (I didn’t think I’d ever think that).  On returning to the room, I sat on the edge of the bed to open the final package. Inside was another letter and a small clutch handbag which matched the shoes I was wearing.  ‘Hello my dear,’ the letter read, ‘How is it all going? I hope you have had a wonderful day so far. If all has gone to plan and you have followed the instructions as directed, you should now be sitting in your room having had a full makeover and appearing to the world as a glamorous woman, just the perception we want to maintain if your little secret is to remain just that.

I know this must all be really strange for you, but I hope you have been able to enjoy the day and can partially understand why I chose this as your treat. One final thing remains, don’t open the clutch handbag just yet, I will tell you when. For now, pack everything up into the holdall and take it to Reception. Leave it there and go and wait in the bar. I love you.’  I followed the instructions and shortly after was sitting in the bar sipping on a gin and tonic.

It was early evening and the bar was quiet which was a blessing in some ways. I felt incredibly self-conscious and sat there in the beautiful but slightly revealing outfit. I was beginning to wonder how long I was going to have to wait when I heard someone come in behind me and call out, ‘Hello beautiful’, it sounded like my wife and when I turned around I was relieved to see it was her.  “Hello darling,” I replied, trying to sound relieved, but also desperate to ask her why she had gone to all this bother.

She ordered herself a drink and sat at the bar beside me.  “You look absolutely fabulous,” she said. “The transformation is incredible.”  I blushed and smiled a ‘thank you’.  “So do you,” I replied. She was also dressed up for a night out and we sat there, two glamorously dressed women having drinks. She asked me lots of questions about the day and before long we were called through to a dinner table that she had clearly pre-booked. Once in the privacy of the dining room, we talked more candidly.

“Why?” was all I could ask.  “I wanted to thank you for all you have been doing?”

“I understand that, but why this? It’s not like this is something I would normally choose to do.”

“I know, and I do appreciate you are probably feeling quite uncomfortable, but that’s partially it. We have to face the fact that if we are going to be breastfeeding Amelia for another five months as the advice suggests, then the chances are your breasts are not going to start shrinking any time soon. You can’t continue staying locked up in the flat, especially when I go back full-time in a couple of weeks. You need to be able to go out for your benefit and for Amelia, giving you a makeover so you look more feminine will help with the disguise.

Everything is reversible, even the ear piercings. In fact, they will heal up in a couple of weeks if you don’t keep the studs in overnight to start with,” she finished, touching my hand.  Everything she said made sense, it just didn’t feel right. My wife chose to make me up look like a woman! In between the various visits from the waiter, we continued talking about the situation. After the main course, she asked if I knew what day it was.

When I drew a blank she smiled.  “Ten years since our first date. Open the bag.” Inside was a small jewelry box. She encouraged me to open it and inside there was an eternity ring to match the necklace and earrings.  “Happy anniversary,” she said, reaching over, taking the ring, and placing it on my ring finger with my wedding ring.  After we had finished eating we went back to the bar for another drink before picking up the holdall from Reception and getting a cab back home to relieve the babysitter. Amelia was fast asleep so the two of us headed straight for the bedroom. Holding me close, Jill said she loved me and kissed me fully on the lips.

We then slowly undressed each other before making passionate love, with, for me, the new sensation of a necklace and earrings swinging back and forth.  “Thank you for today,” I said as we lay in bed in the aftermath holding each other, not really sure that what the day had held was what I would have chosen but thankful anyway for the thought.

“No, thank you,” she said, “For being the most wonderfully understanding, adaptable, and accommodating partner anyone could wish for.” In hindsight, her use of the word ‘partner’ should have alarmed me, but at the time I thought nothing of it. “Now, let’s get ready for bed because someone will be up soon!”  Unhooking the earrings from my lobes, I placed them carefully in their box then sought out the salon’s studs and put them back in. Taking the necklace off, I put it back in its box then slipped the jade green panties back on before heading to the en suite.

Once I had removed the makeup applied, I could tell they had used semi-permanent tints on my eyelashes and brows. Slipping my nightdress over my head, I slid back into bed.  “Hmm,” she said, cuddling into me, “Perhaps we should go out like that again. It would be a shame not to use that dress again,” she continued, looking at the dress I had just hung up to the air.  “If you like,” I said in what I hoped was a relatively non-committal way.  “I do like it,” she said, then kissed me and rolled over to sleep.

What a day!

A dream or a nightmare come true. Either way, I had got through it without anyone knowing my secret.  New Identity  The following morning it was back to normal with Jill at work and me on baby care duties. I say back to normal, but it wasn’t quite. Something in me had changed yesterday, perhaps when Jill had said that I needed to get out more not just for my benefit but for Amelia’s. I realized she was right and determined to start making sure I looked as feminine as possible all the time, rather than fighting the situation, I chose to embrace it.

So it was that when Jill returned from work later that day she found me in a skirt and blouse, tights and pumps, basic makeup on, and wearing a necklace I had borrowed from her. She seemed pleased and not at all bothered that I had borrowed her things again, she simply treated the situation as if it was normal, although she did decide to give me some make up coaching.

A couple of days later Jill returned from work with a couple of parcels for me. The first was a series of framed pictures from my day at the salon. I really couldn’t believe how I looked. Whatever happened in the future, there would now be a record of me on that day. We put one photo, an underwear shot, on the dressing table in our bedroom and another, larger one, with me fully clothed in the sitting room. I was a little bit weirded out when Jill told me she also had a small version in her desk drawer at work!

The second parcel was a handbag, ‘You’re going to need it. You can’t keep borrowing mine and anyway, once you’ve finished using it, I can use it,’ was Jill’s reasoning. I didn’t see why I couldn’t borrow hers, but I left that. Inside the bag was a matching purse. I was about to thank her for both when she encouraged me to open the purse. When I did, I was surprised to find some cash and cards inside. I was even more surprised when one was an ID card with my feminine face on using a shot that must have been taken at the spa.

All my details were correct, but it gave my name as ‘Ms. S. A. Matthews’. There was also a driving license, also with ‘Ms. S. A. Matthews’ and a credit card with MS. S A MATTHEWS on the front. The credit card could have been a misprint because my name was actually Mr. S. A. Matthews, which is why everyone called me Sam, S.A.M., but the other two, with my feminine face on, were clearly not misprints. She could clearly see the shock and concern on my face.  “Darling,” she said, holding my hand, “It is all part of the disguise.

When you are out you have no idea if you might be stopped for any reason, at least now you have two forms of ID and will not have to worry. The credit card is so you can buy stuff. When you are out with Amelia, you will clearly need to buy stuff for the two of you, entry to places, food, new clothes, for Amelia as well as yourself, I mean you don’t have to be stuck wearing my fashions! There is a limit on the credit card so you can’t go mad, but I will settle all the bills. It’s a small price to pay to ensure our daughter spends as much time as possible in the early days with a parent than in child care.”  It was easy for her to say it was a small price to pay, she hadn’t been transformed in the way I had and given a new identity.

However, I had to agree that it all helped with the disguise, even if it was only for another five months. However, it would be a critical five months as Jill started going back to work full-time the following day. I didn’t really want to wish away my time with Amelia, but I was looking forward to the time when we could stop breastfeeding her and my breast growth would stop and things could return to normal.  “Are you okay, darling,” Jill asked.  “Well, it is all a bit of a shock.

I mean it’s one thing sitting here dressed as I am with you, but another thing completely having these ID cards in a new identity and facing the prospect of going out alone.”  “I realise that,” she answered with genuine concern on her face, “But I really believe you’re ready to face the world by yourself, and the two of you really can’t stay cooped up in here, you’ll go stir-crazy. In fact, why don’t you go out now, just for a short walk around the block to shift your nerves? Take your phone and if you have a problem, Amelia and I will come to meet you.

You could go down to the corner shop and pick up some milk, I think we’re out. Get the full fat, apparently, it helps with the lactating.”  At that point Amelia started crying to be fed so Jill picked her up and started feeding her, watching me. I looked at myself in the mirror, checking my hair and appearance. I picked up one of Jill’s jackets from the hook by the door and checked with her that it suited her. She smiled. As long as I didn’t try to do it up it would be fine, I was a little bigger than her. I picked up my handbag, checked that the purse and my keys, and my phone were inside, and took the bravest step of my life.