TWO - TRUE STORIES! We were staying with my mother...and she paraded my feminised husband before me as though she was proud of him in some way. John had gone a bright pink...and I could see he was on the verge of tears. He was holding the frilled edge of the pink and white nylon apron..and I saw that his nails had been painted red! The bonnet was the kind of extravagant creation a baby would wear at a formal party; lots of floppy frills and covered in fine white lace! I looked at my mother for an explanation...I mean why should John let her humiliate him in this way? But she ignored me and said to John, "Curtsey!" He blinked away a tear and executed a perfect curtsey..and I saw that he was wearing a pair of my high-heeled shoes; white court shoes with a four-inch heel! I laughed aloud...I thought it was all a joke...but John was crying? Mother soothed him and stroked him as though he were a child, "There there darling; why don't you make us all a nice cup of tea..I'll explain everything to Joan." As soon as my she-male husband was out of the room she explained. .. My mother had found out that John was kinky. When I was at work she found she could make him wear her aprons and once dressed in a frilly apron he would do the washing-up. But even she didn't realise just how kinky he was until he found her old fifties clothes in an old trunk. It was a cone-shaped 'sweater-girl' bra that stunned him. You know the kind of thing they wore then; all stitched and pointed cups. He couldn't keep his hands off it. And she made him wear it. She told me later that he was like a doll. A rag-doll. He went completely limp and passive when he wore the old-fashioned bra. It was a plain white poplin thing; not at all sexy really, but he really NEEDED to wear it. Of course mother being mother she took advantage of the state he was in. She dressed him in a short pink night-dress and took him to bed! Of course I knew nothing of their sexual relationship; I was only too glad that my mother and my husband seemed to be getting on well together. And I didn't object when she treated him like a servant..because HE didn't seem to mind! John did every little thing she asked..and he always wore a baby bonnet, and he always wore a pinny! Mother said they were symbols; "The apron symbolises his submissiveness, the bonnet symbolises his dependency on me." She explained. Even when she bought him knickers and petticoats I said nothing; after-all, it was her house and John seemed to be incapable of saying No to her! I soon got used to seeing my husband wearing a satin blouse and a frilly apron. And of course his baby bonnet! But I must admit I was shocked when I saw him in a bra for the first time! It was a Sunday. John was wearing a lovely silk blouse; a shimmering pink affair that really suited him. His short white pinny was equally cute and mother made him wear her white court shoes. After a few drinks at lunchtime she told John to wear her old 'sweater-girl' bra. John went red. I mean he really blushed. But at the same time it was obvious that he WANTED to wear it! When he came back from the bedroom with his chest jutting out like that, I was really shocked. His face was bright red..burning with embarrassment..so WHY was he doing this? Mother stood behind him and cupped his pointed bosom through the silk blouse. John sagged weakly into her arms. He was as helpless and passive as a child. "Oh ISN'T he pretty!" She giggled. He squirmed with shame..and I saw he was on the verge of tears. But mother was enjoying this; "Tell us that you LIKE wearing a bra darling..tell us that you WANT to be a girl!" And he obeyed! I was stunned hearing my feminised husband say, "Yes..I want to wear a bra..and I enjoy being a girl!" All this had happened without my knowledge, they had started all this dressing-up behind my back. Soon she was buying him the sexiest underwear imaginable. Lace and satin and silk! When she told me she wanted John as her uniformed maid I agreed at once. But I didn't tell John! I dressed him myself with the clothes my mother bought. That first day was a bit dramatic though...when John first seemed to realise just how far she wanted to go. The day it dawned on him that she wanted more than an obedient she-male; that she wanted her very own maid! Mother walked towards John who was shaking with fear. "So this is my new maid." She said with a smile, "are you sure he understands what that means?" I nudged John in the ribs. "Curtsey;" I told him, " call her Mistress!" I whispered. I was getting quite angry. John was wearing a short white nylon pinny; a neat apron with a rounded skirt and frilled sides. The kind of thing a waitress wears in a smart restaurant. He took hold of the apron frill and bobbed his head. "I understand Mistress." He told her, blushing furiously at the same time. My mother beamed. "Very good. But you realise that I will want you in a uniform?" She asked him. John was crimson-faced by this time but he nodded saying "Yes of course Mistress." I stood behind him and slid my arms about his waist. I tugged at his belt-buckle under his apron skirt. "He's wearing the underwear you bought mother, let me show you." I saw John close his eyes in shame as his trousers slithered to his ankles...as the slip he was wearing fell to his knees! Mother stared hard at the bared legs and stockings. . He was wearing fully-fashioned 15 denier nylons that enhanced his smooth tanned legs and the lace-trimmed hem of the white slip swayed prettily over his dimpled knees.. I held up his slip and apron skirt so she could get a good look at his knickers and girdle. She smiled and waved her hand for him to turn around. I stood back and watched as John turned to let her see his buttocks. Our eyes met...and he bit his lip. Tears rolled softly down his powdered cheeks. As my mother stroked his bottom through the thin nylon slip and knicker set; as she complimented John on his full round and clearly girlish flanks I unbuttoned his blouse. As I removed it to show the lace-covered top of his nylon slip even I was amazed at how girlish he looked. You see I didn't know about the pills she had been giving him. Unbeknown to me John has been taking hormone pills for months...and the small but firm breasts that strained against the thin material were clear evidence of their effect. I saw mother's eyes widen in disbelief. "Why they're perfect." She whispered. Her red-taloned fingers gently caressed John's bosom. And his nipples hardened visibly thorough the flimsy slip. She cupped his breast and squeezed firmly. John moaned and sagged against her. She held him close, her free hand sliding into his small waist and onto his wide womanly hip. "He's going to need a bra." She said thickly. "Could you get one of yours for now?" As I left them alone...I heard her say, "You can wear my old brassieres later. I have dozens of cone-shaped fifties brassieres..for you, for my maid." I went to my room taking my time. I chose one of my prettiest bras; a front-fastening lace and satin half-cup that would push John's feminised flesh up and out at the same time...she wouldn't be able to resist him! When I returned Mother had removed her frock. She was stepping out of her half-slip as I came in. She took the bra from me saying, "I was just showing John my new corset...he was telling me that he wanted to spend the night in my bed tonight. Is that alright?" I looked at John...but he wouldn't meet my eye. I shrugged, "Of course Mother...I mean he's your maid now...he'll do whatever you want. My mother pulled him close....she spoke to me as she caressed him. "Perhaps John doesn't quite understand his new role. Did you tell him he would wear a pink satin uniform?" I glared at John. "Of course he knows. He WILL obey you; he WILL be your uniformed maid...and he will do ANYTHING you ask...isn't that right John?" John was finding hard to concentrate...mother was sliding her hand under his slip! "Yes..." He croaked..as her hand massaged his flesh through his nylon knickers, "Yes...I'll obey you!" And it was true! ANON TRUE STORIES It all started when I bought myself a new apron. A Satin apron. A shiny yellow pinny that made John gasp when he saw it. He has always helped me with the washing-up, and he ALWAYS wear a frilly pinny. But I could tell this was different. It reminded me of the time I first wore red satin gloves. He started to wear them the day I bought them. And it was the same with this satin pinny. He wore it that very same day. He blushed when I teased him, but he didn't take it off until bedtime! In fact he wore it every day! One day he couldn't find it..and he pestered me all day. I became annoyed. And when I did find it...I wore it! But he still pestered me. HE wanted to wear it! Now I was angry. I took off my satin apron and threw it at him. "Alright, YOU wear it! YOU do the ALL housework from now on! In fact YOU can be the wife around here!" John took the frilly bright yellow pinny and tied it around his waist. His face went pink but he defiantly stared back at me. "What now...do you want me in a skirt?" That sarcasm made me really angry. "YES!" I told him, "That is EXACTLY what I want. YOU will be the housewife around here...YOU will know what it's like to wear a tight satin girdle; YOU will find out just what its like wearing high heels all day long...and YOU will obey me!" John laughed...but he looked scared. He shook his head but I pointed at his latex pinny saying. "Look at you...what are you wearing? A satin pinny! A pretty flowered apron... Why; with that long hair of yours and those gorgeous eyelashes you'd pass as a housewife anyday!" Now he really blushed...he's always been ashamed of his girlish looks. He looked as though he was going to cry. I continued to torment him....I was enjoying this! "Oh yes...you DO look pretty...and what about last night?... what did you wear in bed last night?" John chewed his lip. "That's not fair. It was all your idea." I ignored him saying huskily, "You wore my pyjamas; my soft satin pyjamas. FEMALE pyjamas with a frilly collar and a lace trim. PINK pyjamas that make you look soft and girlish. It's no use shaking your head John; you LOVE it when I treat you like a wife. You enjoy it when I make love to YOU! In fact you've been the wife, sexually speaking, for years. Ask yourself this; who makes the first move; who kisses who? Who lies on top of who?" John was playing with the skirt of his satin pinny now...and he was looking very sexy. The atmosphere was suddenly charged with sexual excitement...."Kneel down John." I whispered. John blinked...we stared at each other for as long moment; ... then slowly my husband fell to his knees at my feet. I knew then...for the first time...that it COULD work; I could actually make him my satin maid!..."Very good." I whispered huskily, "I LIKE it when you obey...I like it when you submit to me...and YOU like it too! THERE'S NO POINT IN FOOLING OURSELVES ANY LONGER; I WANT a satin housemaid...and you NEED a strict satin mistress. From this day forth YOU will wear my satin clothes...and you will obey me." I expected at least token resistance from John, but he was silent. He refused to meet my eye. I continued...and my excitement grew. "We are going to swap roles you and I. You will be the female...a female lover and a female servant. I want more than a wife..I want a satin maid!" John looked up at me, his face pink. "What...what about in bed...will...will I be the wife?" I patted him on the head. "Don't worry darling. I'll be VERY good to you in bed and we'll both be a lot happier. You'll wear a satin nightdress...you'll be my lesbian lover...Speak to me John...tell me you want it too!" He raised his eyes...and whispered softly. "I'll do whatever you want." I was stunned...it had been so EASY. I tried to keep my voice level...but I was very excited.. "First things first. I want you in a satin skirt! I want you wearing a satin bra and tight satin knickers...I want your lips painted pink; and I want you looking pretty. Unless of course you want to wear my satin nightdress now?" He went a bright pink and whispered, "No. I'd like to wear a satin frock now. Please." I grinned. "Alright.... take everything off. I'll get your satin frock. count two "Well? What do you think;" I asked him, as I showed him the frock, HIS frock. "I thought the pink and white flowers over the blue background would look fresh and pretty, I mean we want you looking domesticated...not tartish!...You can wear it with my blue court shoes, the ones with the four inch heel. I do love the big white buttons don't you...so EASY to open, so easy for me to get AT you..." He blushed, but said nothing. Not even when I produced his first bra! "What do you think of the satin bra. YOUR bra! A very special bra." I had discreetly measured my husband. The brassiere I chose was a normal 38B size but I had arranged to have the cups cunningly underwired and pre-shaped. I wanted him in a very special bra; what we used to call the sweater girl bra. I wanted him to have that exaggerated high, pointed bosom we all had in the fifties. two spiked cones that will jut out from under his blouse in that unmistakeably womanish way. John had gone white at the sight of the black brassiere..but I soothed him with my words...and my hands,..I smiled as I handed him a set of falsies; ...soft, firm, perfectly formed latex foam breasts, complete with life-like red nipples! He was forced to hold them against his flat hairless chest so I could fix them to him. Using special satin cement I glued the realistic mounds so that they stuck out in a slightly splayed way. I stepped back and we both stared at the result. The flesh toned latex blended so well with his own skin they looked REAL! He cupped the firm round latex falsies and moaned. I picked up the bra..HIS bra. "Here; I'll just slide the satin shoulder straps up your arms... John was clearly aroused; his jaw was slack and his eyes had that glazed excited expression I knew so well. "Look at you! You look GORGEOUS in a bra... Tell me you want to wear knickers as well....Shirley." He blinked at the name...but again he didn't answer. I helped him tug the satin knickers up his legs. They were very tight. And shockingly girlishly PINK! Ten minutes later I had my very own satin maid. "What is your name?" I asked. He blushed and stroked his satin pinny. "My name is Shirley." He lisped. I laughed aloud. "And what are you Shirley?" I teased. His face was crimson with shame, but he curtsied prettily and whispered, "I am a a satin maid. I am YOUR maid." I slid my arms around him; he sagged into my arms. I kissed him and stroked him through his satin uniform. And I planned a wedding...with HIM as the bride. With him wearing a satin wedding gown! And I took him upstairs; to my satin sheeted bed. He was terrified... ...and excited! She helped him dress, whispering and talking to him as she did so; John was mesmerised; by her; by the clothes; by his fear! And by his lust! "You have a lot to learn my girl. How to be my maid; how to be my lover, how to be a real woman. Hurry, wear this sumptuous silk slip. Drape its silky skirts over your head and shoulders; feel its tight embrace over your new girlish bosom; feel it grip your nipped-in waist; let it caress and stroke you with its wide swirling skirts. Run your palms over the opera-top with its pink lace frill, cup your breasts through the sheer silk, let me stroke your stomach and your wide womanly hips through this flimsy smooth material. MMMnnn ..She spoke to him as though he were a child. They both seemed to have forgotten my presence. "Here; lets get you into your satin uniform." She cooed. John allowed her to dress him in a tight pink frock...a shiny satin number that clung to his hour-glass figure like plastic film. He could hardly walk in such a tight skirt and with his white court shoes...high heels of course, he walked like a man on stilts. But he DID look pretty...and when she tied the new silk apron about his waist; the snow white pinny looked GORGEOUS on the shocking pink frock. It was only as she pinned the tiny lace maids cap to his hair he broke down. He sobbed with shame and humiliation! I tried to console him as Mother got ready for bed. His tears had aroused her and she slipped a knee length silk nightdress over her old-fashioned foundation garments. A black see-through number that seemed to excite John. I found myself caressing my feminised husband through his female clothes as I whispered, "Be nice to mummy in bed...make yourself pretty for her. Act like a bride for her." Mother took his hand and led him away. I heard her words as she took him upstairs...she was telling him what his new life would be like...as a female, as a servant, as a lesbian lover! "Come with me then darling; but understand this..." I heard her say, "I will undress you; I will get you into the things I want you to wear. You are powerless to resist me. You KNOW what I say makes sense. Think of it darling. As I dress you in sweet pink satin knickers...you will watch and enjoy as I drag the elasticated legs up your smooth golden thighs. Your smooth girlish limbs. I will slip your matching bra up your shoulders. Feel the smooth satin straps slide along your arms. See how the padded lace and satin cups grip your flesh; watch as it is moulded into a truly female bosom. Here; stroke your trembling fingers over the soft white lace; caress the wide satin sidebands with your fingertips; cup your breasts darling. let ME cup them. MMMnnn Oh you are so lovely, so pretty. Let me slide this sleek satin slip over your head; shove those girlish limbs through the thin satin shoulder straps. Let its fitted sweet-heart top caress and hold your bosom; let its fitted waist emphasise your new shape; your female figure! Watch as I smooth the tight-fitting pencil skirt over those wide hips and those smooth round thighs. Let my palms caress your full girlish flanks and your full round buttocks. Does it feel good; does satin excite you darling? Do you want to wear a really tight rayon frock now? Or does my silly frily maid want to wear a pretty nightdress?" They kissed and disappeared from view. I smiled, you see I knew something that John didn't know; I would be joining them later; we would BOTH make love to him! He would be my pinafored and submissive WIFE...and he would be my mothers uniformed and obedient MAID! ANON