Just Wear Mine!

It all started out as a normal Saturday, with a nice breakfast, a walk together around the block, then working in the yard for me and around the house for her. After lunch she decided we should take shower to clean off before our day continued, and I should have known she was up to something but never turned down an afternoon shower with her, so agreed. I loved taking a shower with my wife, and it was an almost daily thing. One of the first things I did when we got married was to install double shower heads in the bath, so we could be there together and both get a hot stream of water without having to switch places. It was kind of our thing together since we first met, a quiet time to share intimacy away from the real world. This became particularly true once we had kids, when it was often the only really alone time we had together. Every parent knows a child's knock on their bedroom door can come at any time of day or night, without regard for the activity or sleep going on in there. But now the kids are grown and out of the house, and we have all the privacy and time we need.

Every now and then my wife, Kate, will surprise me and indulge my kinky side, and as it developed today was one of those days. Of course it developed exactly how Kate had planned it all along. I love my devious and imaginative wife! To describe her is easy- beautiful and sexy; 5'5" tall, shoulder length brunette hair, a round face with a small nose and full lips, almond shaped oriental eyes inherited from her Chinese father, more than a handful 38D breasts inherited from her Spanish mother, with dollar sized coral aureoles and thick nipples that were prominent when aroused, sometimes embarrassingly so. All this leading down to a flat stomach, trim 25" waist and womanly 36" hips, and well toned legs.

So we took our usual shower in the glass walled shower in our en-suite bathroom, with me applying shampoo to her hair and working it in with my fingers, then rinsing it out before applying the conditioner. I continued by soaping up a loofah sponge and running it all over her body to clean every inch of her, from her dainty feet to her substantial breasts and soft shoulders. Of course I took extra time and effort on her pussy, ass and breasts, which she appreciated.

I then quickly washed and rinsed my own body and shampooed my hair, soon ready to finish rinsing out the conditioner in her hair before kneeling down and shaving her pussy mounds and pubic hair smooth. We both rinsed off again and relaxed under the hot water for a while. When the water eventually began to cool we turned it off and dried ourselves. We got out and after I dried and combed my hair and put on deodorant, I went out to our bedroom to get dressed again. Meanwhile, Kate stayed in the bathroom fixing her hair and make up, where she also had a vanity table and mirror.

However when I opened my top dresser drawer where my underwear and undershirts were, there were none of the usual jockey shorts, just a few t-shirts. This was not unusual since sometimes Kate had not returned the clean ones from the laundry (or had asked me to do it and I didn't, more likely). Before I went downstairs to the laundry to check for them, being still naked, I went in the bathroom to ask Kate about it.

"Honey, I don't seem to have any underwear in my drawer. Are there clean ones in the laundry?"

She looked up from applying her blush, "Oh, I'm sorry dear, I ran out of time and didn't get to do laundry this week."

I was pondering what to do when she continued, "But I'm sure I must have a pair of mine that would fit you. Be a dear and just wait for me in the bedroom and I'll find something appropriate."

I was surprised, so just tried to protest, "But honey, I can't wear your panties. I'm a guy!"

She looked up at me with a stern no nonsense look on her face, one I had seen before, "That's silly. First, it's just underwear, and second, who else will know? We can't have you going commando, can we? Now be a good boy and scoot while I finish getting ready. Cmon, go and wait for me. I'll be right there.

Somewhat dejected and confused, I went back to the bedroom and sat myself on the end of the bed to wait as requested (or was it ordered?) 'I'll be right there' took over a half hour, all while I waited naked for my wife to get me pair of underwear to put on. I figured she would pick a full sized conservative one with generous panels to cover in front and back, and to hold my male package, as close to jockey shorts as she owned.

My mind raced in every direction as I waited, and finally she came out, her hair and make up perfect as always, her sexy body concealed by a plush robe. She went over to her own dresser and opened a drawer, perusing the items of women's lingerie before picking one out. She returned to stand in front of me and held the panties up in front of my crotch to 'size' them against me, and I was aghast. She declared, "Perfect!"

I responded "Are you kidding? They will never fit!" What I saw was a dainty thong with a very small sheer triangle of hot pink fabric surrounded by light pink lace piping, attached to one string that went around the waist and another that went under and up between the butt cheeks to attach to the waist string in the back.

She responded, "Oh ye of little faith... even if someone is not so little," she giggled, referring to my cock of course, which only caused me to become even more aroused. But still not deterred she insisted I stand up and without any allowance for resistance soon I stepped one foot at a time and she was pulling the thong up my legs and into position over my genitals. She parted my butt cheeks slightly and pulled the string fully into place there, and adjusted my cock in the too small panel in front. It held it in place but the head of my cock stuck out from the top, and my balls were split in two by the string coming beneath and up behind me. I had to admit the tight fit felt good, even if the lace was a little scratchy against my sensitive skin. She continued, "See, it fits just fine."

I didn't know what to say, so stayed silent. She turned me to face the full length mirror in our bedroom, and smiled at the sight of me in her thong. She considered it carefully, and announced, "I like it, but something is missing. Hmmm, let's see. I know! Stay right there." I stayed where I stood, facing the mirror, and in the reflection could see her looking in her dresser drawer again.

She soon returned holding one of her bras, also pink to match the thong. I tried to resist but she wore down any resistance when she said, "I always wanted to have hot lesbian sex... and want you to be my first! But first we have to make you look like a right proper girl."

Resigned, and more than a little aroused by the thought of her having 'lesbian sex' with me, my arms extended for her and she pulled the straps up them and over my shoulders, then pulled the back bands together and clasped them; it was a tight fit around, but not so much to be uncomfortable. The cups were of the shaped foam type, so they stood out on their own and gave me a prominent bust.

I was still facing the mirror and put my hands on my hips and posed for my wife in the mirror, who stood behind me. I am taller than she is at 5'10", of a slender but toned build, with little hair on my body except for my genitals and head and face, so while tight her lingerie still managed to fit on me.

I had confessed my crossdressing fantasies to her quite a while ago as part of a mutual sharing of fantasies late one evening in front of the fireplace after a few glasses of wine, but thought it was forgotten and didn't bring it up again. Leave it to my imaginative and sexy wife to find the right time and way to fulfill my fantasy, while incorporating it into one of her own. I only hoped I could make it as good for her as it seemed like it was going to be for me, at least so far wondering how far she would take it.

She looked me up and down, considering what was next, and went back to her dresser and returned with several items in hand. First she brought a black garter belt around my waist and clasped it in the back, the stocking straps hanging down. She had me sit in a armchair we had in the bedroom and soon was on her knees helping unroll the black silk stocking up my legs, then standing to attach them to the garter straps.

She had me return back to look at myself in the mirror, and I liked what I saw- the garter, straps and stockings framing my cock and balls barely held in their pink thong. I turned and looked behind me to see my own ass in the mirror, framed by the garter straps.

This brought another giggle and comment from Kate, "Such a cute ass!", which made me blush as I turned back to face the mirror. She seemed more than a little interested in my ass, which made me wonder what else she had planned.

She continued to examine my body and outfit in detail, finally announcing, "We're getting there... but something is still missing. Hmmm. I know... we need to get rid of that pubic hair. You know it is all the fashion these days to be shaved nice and smooth. So come on, it's off to the bathroom again for you."

She led me to the bathroom where she took off my thong but left the rest in place. She had me sit on the toilet with my legs spread wide apart, and kneeling in front of me proceeded to clip off the longer hairs with scissors before using a hot wet towel to soften my stubble while she left for a few moments. When she came back she took off the towel and laid out the items she would need on a towel on the floor. Picking up the can, she added a generous smear of shaving cream to my pubes and balls before expertly and efficiently denuded me of all hair stubble in that area. Of course she had to manipulate my cock and balls to reach certain areas throughout this process, and she found it worked best to shave the balls when they were held tightly at the base to make them firm and round. She casually noted perhaps a strap to go around the base of my cock might be a good purchase, and her birthday was coming up soon. I took a silent mental note.

All of which caused a raging erection for me, which she basically ignored as she concentrated on the task in her hands, which given what she was doing I should be grateful and not distract her. Soon she was wiping off the excess shaving cream and using a wet washcloth to remove any residual. She stood up and had me do the same. She examined me carefully, declaring, "Very nice indeed. Perfect for my lesbian lover!"

Leaving off the thong, she held the head of my cock in her fingertips and led me back out to the bedroom, to face the mirror. Once again I was shocked at the image I saw, a thin girlish man in bra, garter and stockings, but with the incongruous cock sticking out in front of my denuded groin. I could see Kate felt something else was needed. She looked over my image in the mirror carefully and once again pondered what to do to make it right. She suddenly smiled and called out, "I know, I forgot all about it! I'll be right back." She left me standing there looking at my image, or at least a sort of image of me, in the mirror to ponder her next idea.

She came back holding several curious metal and leather items, and a small box. Not knowing what it was, I followed instructions when she had me sit down on the bed, lay back and spread my legs apart. She took hold of my cock and balls and with some manipulation of two circle halves to form a metal ring around the base of my cock behind my balls. It had a protuberance with a hole in it, and the reason for that was apparent when she began to push the other part over my cock, until the head was pressing against the end of a series of metal rings held together by leather straps, all of which had a larger ring at the base that had a corresponding coupling that allowed a lock to hold it to the base behind my balls. The effect was painful if my cock became erect, and my scrotum was squeezed into a tight ball, since it limited it to only about three inches diameter.

She then had me stand up, opened the small box and brought out a chain with clasps on the ends. She attached one clasp to an opening on the end of the cock cage for that purpose, and pulled it up to attached the other end on a ring on the front of the garter belt, exposing my naked balls and holding my cock tight against my abdomen, all while the metal rings kept it painfully under control. She retrieved the thong and pulled it back up my legs, and it covered my balls and only half my cock. Kate looked me over and declared, "Much better, but there is still more we need to do before you can be my perfect lover. Come with me to the dressing table."

This was really getting weird, but interesting, and I wondered again how far Kate would take this fantasy. But I didn't hesitate when she led me to sit at her dressing vanity. She turned me to face away from the mirror, saying, "It will be better as a surprise, and if you want later on I'll teach you all you need to know about getting made up right."

Over the next half hour make up was applied to my face, foundation, blush, mascara and even fake eyelashes. She tweezed a few stray hairs from my eyebrows and shaped them as well. The final touch was when she bought out a blonde wig in a curly bobbed style and put it on over my own hair, which she tucked up underneath and adjusted it until it fit as she deemed proper. Last to go on was a dark red lipstick. She showed me how to purse my lips to spread it evenly, and took off an errant smear with her fingertip, smiling at the finished product. She turned me around on the vanity stool and I saw my face in the mirror, and it was definitely a feminine face, a me that I never knew could exist, but here 'she' was.

My wife bent over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I tried to push my tongue into her mouth but she pulled back, saying as she broke away, "Whoa there, tiger. There's time for that later. You surely don't want to ruin that lipstick, at least not yet girl!"

I smiled and replied sheepishly, "No ma'am, it does look nice. Thank you for helping me like this."

Kate continued, "You know I love you and it is all for my pleasure too. After all, you're not the only one with a fantasy! But there is one more thing you need, so wait right here. I'll be right back!"

Once again I was left waiting, but it was only a few moment before she returned holding a medium sized white box. She opened the box slightly and took out a long black scarf, which she brought across my eyes and secured it in back to blindfold me. I was surprised when she unclasped the bra in the back and took it down and off my arms, but said nothing, silently acquiescing to her actions. She had me lay down on my back on the sofa, and specifically had me put my hands under my butt, ordering me to keep them there until she let me up. and I soon felt a cool liquid being rubbed across my chest. Then a heavy weight was placed on each side of my chest, and Kate whispered in my ear, "You need to stay still for a while, so relax and I'll be back in a few minutes."

With my hands effectively pinned beneath me, and afraid to take them out in case Kate came back, I could not investigate what Kate had placed on my chest, so just lay there relaxing as best possible as my thoughts took me to various erotic possibilities. It seemed like forever but it was probably only about fifteen minutes before I heard Kate's footsteps returning to my side. Unlike the earlier muted sounds when walking, they were now sharper and louder, as if she were wearing her leather boots. I sensed her kneel down next to me and felt her touching whatever was on my chest, poking and prodding it, smoothing it out in some areas. When she was satisfied she got up and took my hands and pulled to stand me up next to her.

Immediately I felt the heavy weight on my chest, pulling down on my shoulders which I had to consciously hold back to maintain my normal posture. I felt Kate behind me and she untied the blindfold, and with a flourish and a "Ta Da!" removed it. My eyes were closed and I opened them slowly to get used to the sudden light, but what I saw amazed me. My eyes roamed from my feet to my head, taking it all in. My cock, that had finally deflated while I relaxed blindfolded on the sofa, now began to become erect again, at least as best it could in the cage, all from the sight before me. It was someone I never met before.

She was a sexy woman, pink fuzzy slippers on her feet, black silk stockings leading up her toned legs to the straps extending down from the black garter belt framing the denuded pubic area, a face made up perfectly and coifed blonde hair that accentuated her face. But of course the real surprise were the pair of large, beautifully shaped breasts on her chest. With a quick evaluation from my man's eye, she was about a 36D, and they were realistically sagging slightly in a pear shape, with half-dollar sized aureoles and thick prominent nipples at least a half inch long. Somehow the edges were smoothed out so the transition from fake to real was transparent.

Kate simply stood behind me and to one side, watching my own reaction in the mirror.

When I recovered my senses, I shyly looked her and smiled and she smiled back, then returned my gaze to the mirror. Looking at myself I did the only thing that made sense right then, and I lifted my hands up to caress the form of my new breasts, holding them up from underneath to judge their weight, tracing my fingertips over the nipples. Then I turned to the side and looked myself in profile, the breasts standing out prominently while my cock that normally would be standing out erect was held tightly against me. I turned some more and looked at my back side, my firm ass framed by the garter and stockings, then returned to face the mirror directly, my arms at my sides, waiting for Kate to continue.

Kate sidled up close behind me, and brought one hand to caress my breasts while the other softly massaged my right ass cheek. She looked at me in the mirror with a lusty look in her eyes I had rarely seen before, and it scared and excited me. She calmly announced, "You are so sexy. I hope you like it all."

All I could do was turn my head to face hers and gave her a soft kiss before replying, "I love it all. Thank you. I just hope you really enjoy this as much as I do." I noticed some of my lipstick was left on her lips, and thought I would have to fix mine, a weird thought for a guy, but with my image in the mirror it made sense.

She smiled and replied with passion in her voice, "You have no idea how much I wanted to do this for so long. After you admitted your fantasy I planned it all, just for you, but also for me. But back to the present, you'll need some support for these girls or your back will hurt, so let's get this back on you." She picked up the bra and with my cooperation slid it up my arms and clasped it in the back, and now it was much tighter than before, which only made sense given the huge boobs they now held filling the cups. She came around in front of me and with a few adjustments to the cups and shoulder straps, announced, "Perfect! Any girl would be jealous of you, and any man would want you!"

I laughed nervously but was enjoying the way she was treating me, so just replied without thinking it through, "As long as you're there, I'm your girl!"

She leaned forward and with her hand on the back of my head kissed me hard on the lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth and dominating my own, and I acquiesced to her oral dominance, moaning in approval. When she finally released me she declared, "Yes, you are. You are my girl, now and always. But for now the day is getting away from us, and you have chores to do, so best to get started."

I looked back at her in surprise, assuming our play would continue, but the look on her face brooked no response, so acquiesced, "Yes, ma'am."