Humiliated Hubby Baker's Dozen: 13 Sexy Sissy Stories! (Feminized Husband Cheating Femdom Wife Size Queen Menage Crossdressing Sissification Cuckold BDSM Erotica)

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So I went on my trip and touched down at Changi on Saturday afternoon as planned. Jason plays football with his friends every Saturday morning and always got home around 1pm, after they’ve had lunch together. He’s a creature of habit and I knew for a fact that he would be home the whole afternoon. Boys, such as Kelly above, are even making videos that encourage other Teenage boys to get in touch with their femininity. As Kelly says, he loves wearing skirts and being “Girly”. Girly Boys need to be encouraged to be prissy and feminine!

I have read your blog recently and as a student of human interaction started from the beginning. After my study, at least two readings, I am convinced that unlike many other blogs yours is a narration of a true real life marriage. I am fascinated at how your and Alice life has evolved. Pardon my unsolicited advice , but I wish to share my opinion on where you are and perhaps wish to be. I now have definite growth, somewhere between an ‘A’ and a ‘B’ cup, and in the case of some bras can almost fill them naturally. I do get embarrassed about my boobs at times and am very conscious of and strive to conceal them when in boi-mode, but when naked they are quite pronounced and my Partner loves them, which ultimately is what matters. She will often sneak behind me and cup them with Her hands, which always gives me a delicious mixture of light humiliation and arousal. After my wife found out about my feminine urges I told her that I had never done anything gay and my femininity was strictly for clothes. Getting home from work, I would trade my daytime male attire for the exciting feel of lingerie. I couldn’t wait to put on a bra and panties. After pulling on my pantyhose, the glorious feel of nylon would press my erection against my stomach. I usually completed my makeover with a soft, filmy, dressing gown that would flutter down over my lingerie. Then one of my several wigs would complete my look for the evening.

My eyes fluttered open as I heard the sink pouring out water in the kitchen. I looked down to the clothes I was wearing and I was still wearing Aunt Emily's clothes. I realized that my clothes were probably done washing, so I got up and walked into the kitchen. Finally , no two lives are the same. We often attach undue importance to public opinion. You and Alice are living your own life and both of you should keep your happiness paramount. Alice in my opinion has accepted and is willing to be guided further along her path of feminization, if it will make you happy. Now the onus is on you to decide How far. More than Alice, I suspect it is you Lady Alexa who is worried about public perception and reaction. If as I have read from your blog you truly want Alice to have pierced ears, breast implants and live full timeboth at home and outside as a female the onus is on you. That is what FLR is all about. Alice I think will be quite happy to follow you as long as she knows she is making you happy and you are there for her. After all is she not the wife in your relationship? Not just husbands and boyfriends, but if a mother or aunt wants a feminine son or nephew, the boys will follow through and be molded to that feminine image. Personally, I like the thought of boys in tights or pantyhose. To me, the delicate fabric forces the boy to become docile…a Good thing! I just read the letter from Charles, telling the experience of he and his wife, and how with love and a soft touch, she showed him a life of submissive and loving behavior. I am in a relationship with a submissive transgendered male. I have never been happier. I could not believe how excited I got, the first time we slept together, she in a nightgown. The softness and the sensual feeling that I experienced has doubled every moment we are together.

I’ve also noticed a change in how other women treat me. My wife told all her friends and family that I now wear panty-hose. I think some of them find it odd and just ignore me. Others politely tease me, compliment me on my legs, and include me in conversations about fashion. The men for the most part ignore me. At family gatherings, I now find myself helping the women with the food and sitting with the women and girls while the men and boys play softball. Some of my wife’s friends and female family members have told my wife—in front of me—that she’s done a great job training me. At the last family gathering, after I had helped to clean up and brought my wife a coke, my mother-in-law remarked that I was a very good wife to her daughter. Everyone laughed. I took it in stride though and thanked my mother-in-law for the compliment then took a seat next to my wife. Dang it! I think the dryer is broke, too! I told your Uncle that we needed a new washer and dryer and he didn't even listen..." Aunt Emily ranted. I think it must have been so cute, the boys worrying about running their tights, while the girls were confident and in Control! After the episode was over, I decided to change the channel. I was still thinking about everything the show said...I confessed to Jason – and later to our counsellor too – that it wasn’t the cross-dressing per se that bothered me. Yes, of course it was strange beyond words to see my husband wearing my favourite Zara top but what bothered me more was that he hid this from me. Although I had other boyfriends in the past, Jason is the only man I ever truly loved and it felt as if I didn’t know him at all. Who is this man? Are there any other big secrets he’s been hiding from me? I felt that he had betrayed my trust and this trust issue was way bigger than the fact that he likes to wear women’s clothes sometimes. Day 1 and drinking 3 gallons of water was impossible. My tummy was bursting and the feminine Laxatives already were working and I was starting to have very loose Bowel Movements. I applied Tabasco to my nipples and clothespins and my breasts were sore and hurting. The enema of Lemon Juice gave me instant cramps at night and they never really went away for the next four days. I was reading and got to thinking, My BF always wants me to dress sexy. He likes me to wear dresses and heels a lot. I think I will dare him to try it! It’s my turn to have some fun! What do you think? He was always polite, and obviously well brought up and obedient. His hair was fair and almost shoulder-length, which was most unusual for those days, and one day his mother brought him in to have it permed into ringlets. It took quite a time, but James sat very patiently while his hair was done, and when they left the shop he looked delightfully girlish with his pretty curls. I often saw him afterwards when he came to the shop with his mother, and he was always very nicely behaved as well as being charmingly dressed. Keeping him in curls and girlish dress obviously had an excellent effect, and he was as nice a boy as anyone could wish to meet. This arrangement went on for some time, until one night when our doorbell rang after dinner. My wife answered it and five women came into the house. Standing there in all my feminine finery, I was embarrassed. I knew these women and, I knew their husbands. They were all our neighbors. As each one passed me, they gave me a disgusted look.