Forced to be Feminine

I could sense during that day how confused his emotions were by the experiences of wearing this ever increasingly feminine clothing

Saturday

A day off from work, I suggested we went to the pub for lunch, the jeans he had been wearing all week were by now filthy and the pair in his hold-all were pretty tatty, I offered to lend him a pair of jeans but explained they were a size too small, it would mean that he would have to wear 'his' corset, I enjoyed putting real emphasis on the 'his', he agreed readily as he was keen to get out of the house for a while, he didn't even protest about the stockings, now for the next part of his transformation I thought.

I produced a cream silk blouse, I had chosen deliberately something very plain so as not to alarm him, I told him that it would be hidden under his shirt and that it would be better than wearing a dirty shirt, he hesitated for a long time and I thought I had gone too far, eventually he agreed, we had an enjoyable evening made even more so for me as I could sense his discomfort in feeling very feminine in a public place

It was dark when we left, I had left the roof down on the car and before we got into it put on a Kelly style silk headscarf, I told him to look in the glove box where there was an identical scarf, I suggested that he might like to wear it as it was going to be pretty chilly on the drive home, it seemed an eternity before he picked it up, I helped him with the double knot at the nape of his neck making sure I smoothed the silk over his head as I did so, he really did now start to look more feminine, I also insisted he kept it on until we got into the house, another step forward in my plan

Sunday

A day of rest for him, I allowed him to slob around in his old male clothes, thinking as I did so that this would be the last time he would escape from femininity

Chapter two

The second week begins

Monday

No protest today, he was obviously becoming more compliant and he even asked me to