Wife Converts Husband Chapter 2

We end up going to a big lingerie shop and buy several pairs of g-strings, booty shorts, bra's, corsets, suspender belts and stockings of all colours and styles, which Shelley thought would best suit me and a pair of breast forms to give me real looking breasts. We then went to a shoe shop and bought some high heel platform shoes (the ones like strippers wear) and some knee-high and thigh high stiletto boots. Then finally stopping off at a large adult shop, bought some toys including a strap on and a variety of attachments for the strap on, we then hightailed back home with all the new goodies we had bought, eager to try them out.

Once we had all the shopping bags up in our bedroom Shelley asks me to strip off my men's clothes under which I was wearing the sexy lingerie she had given me. As a bonus she then pulled out the pair of black thigh high boots with spike heels we had just purchased and helped me zip them up, showing me how to walk in them like a woman.

Learning very fast the best way to balance on them, she then had me sit down at her dresser where she proceeded to applied makeup to my face. It wasn't to stop there; she then decided to try her wig collection out on me as well (she has a several different wigs, many different looks).

First we put on the blonde wig that cascaded all the way down to the small of my back, next we added silicon breast forms, to give me the look she was after. Boy was this a weird experience, sexy but weird. Looking at my new self in the mirror dressed in black lacy lingerie, fake tits, blonde wig and high heels, I looked like a hot slut. The image in the mirror had made my cock as hard as a rock, leaking out enough precum to soak through my lacy black thong.

Instructing me to walk around the house practicing to walk like a woman in my newly found image (especially with high heel boots). Shelley was off herself now getting ready, so off I teetered on my heels around our large 3 story house, going up and down stairs with a few wobbles here and there (needing to grab the rail every now and then).