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A Fifties Fashion Fantasy! Dave found it in the attic, an old mail-order catalogue. Seeing his interest Martha opened it at the fashion pages. 'This is where my mother and I chose my first frocks and stuff. Do you remember that silk print dress you liked?' Dave nodded slowly, the sight of those gorgeous fifties frocks and lingerie gave him a shivery feeling inside. 'And I know you remember this.' Martha said with a giggle, 'You couldn't take your eyes off it when you first saw it, or your hands!' Dave stared down at the Longline Bra. It wasn't a pretty undergarment; mothers in those days were careful to ensure that underwear, particularly Corsetry, was practical, sensible and most of all protection from wandering hands! But Dave clearly remembered the sight of it when Martha removed her blouse to show it to him. It was his first sight of any female undergarment and he'd been shocked and aroused. He'd slowly almost reverently caressed every inch of it. He loved the cone-shaped cup under his palm. Martha had been a little piqued saying, 'You seem to like my bra more than you like me!' Dave had been embarrassed to realize their was more than a little truth in this. And Martha had always used new underwear to arouse him whenever he appeared to be losing interest. 'Do you remember the matching panty-girdle?' She asked with a smile. Dave grinned, 'Yes. I used to call it the Chastity Belt!' His wife laughed aloud, 'Oh I don't know, it didn't stop you!' Their eyes met for a second. They both blushed. Memories came flooding back. 'I still have some of my old clothes.' She whispered. Dave, who was flipping avidly through pages of nylon tricot slips and silk panties, swallowed. 'Where?' He muttered casually, but she sensed his interest. 'In my old chest. Here, you have a good look at your favorite undies, I'll get the real thing.' Dave was stunned at how clear the memories were, and how exciting. When his wife produced the heap of underwear he could hardly contain himself. He picked up one of the girdles with a gasp of delight. Martha had worn it for their first week-end away together. He'd made love to her still wearing it. And it had been intensely exciting. 'Wear it.' He whispered thickly, 'Wear it now. Please!' Martha was curious, it was years since she'd seen him so aroused. And she was annoyed that it was the underwear rather than her body that excited him. 'No way.' She told him, 'They weren't the most comfortable thing to wear even in those days.' Seeing his face fall she added, 'It wouldn't fit me today, you'd have more chance of getting into that thing than me.' As soon as she said it she knew she'd hit a nerve. Her husband blushed, a deep shaming crimson stain spread over his face. 'Why don't you?' She asked softly. Dave blinked, 'What?' But he wouldn't meet her eye. 'Wear it.' She said picking her words carefully, 'I think you've always wanted to, go on. I don't mind.' 'I'd look silly.' He whispered faintly, but there was no real conviction in his voice.

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BE HER PRETTY SEX TOY! It was obvious what she wanted. She was wearing only a lace gown that failed to hide her heavy sagging breasts and her huge round belly. She pulled him close and clumsily tried to kiss him. 'Please let me go.' He whispered softly. 'Please!' Miss Jones smiled, stroking his face she answered, 'Come to bed, we can talk later.' John bit his lower lip as the grey-haired matron began to unbutton his blouse. Raising his hands to hers he tried to argue, 'Miss Jones, this can't go on, I'm begging you, let me go.' Brushing his hands away the woman chuckled, 'You want me to let you go? Dressed like this?' She parted the soft fabric of his pale pink blouse and exposed a pretty pink and white bra. He blushed. He felt his whole face burn. Hot tears scalded his cheeks as she cupped one small but perfectly formed breast. 'It, it was your idea,' he answered in an agonized whisper, 'you said it was just to keep me here!' Her heavy palm brushed his nipple. And John experienced that same weak-kneed response, a terrible warm surge of desire. Sagging against her he knew that arguing was futile. Dressed in female clothes he would always be at a disadvantage. And in any case - suddenly, shockingly he wanted, needed her! Looking up he slyly smiled. Her grin made him shiver. But before he could speak she kissed him. A soft, tender kiss. He surrendered. Taking the back of her head in his palm he pulled her close. returning her kiss with a heat of his own he moaned through his lips. And Miss Jones tumbled him onto the bed.

Catalogue of Shame! His Aunt had found him poring over the mail order catalogue. Staring over his shoulder she'd noted his interest in half-naked females. Accusing him of unhealthy behavior her curiosity was aroused when he denied it! He was only looking at ladies underwear! Flushed and guilty he had hesitantly explained how excited he became when he saw girdles and bras and slips. Taking the glossy booklet from his trembling fingers Aunt Maude saw that page he was avidly exploring displayed nothing more erotic than longline panty girdles. 'These things excite you?' She asked disbelievingly. Alan nodded, his face burning. 'Explain, what is it you like, do you want to see them? Touch them? Or do you want to...' Their eyes locked. His face betrayed him. Scarlet, guilty! 'You want to wear them!' She said almost in wonder. 'have you ever worn anything like this. Any of my clothes?' Shaking his head Alan angrily replied, 'No! Never!' She stroked her finger over a lycra and lace panty-girdle, 'But this is the kind of thing a woman of my age wears. If you saw me wearing this, would the sight excite you?' Alan was desperately embarrassed, 'I suppose so. I'm not really sure.' 'But you would wear it, if I said you could? And you would be sexually aroused?' She demanded. And there was something in her voice, a thickening of her words. Alan shrugged, 'Yes.' Aunt Maude thoughtfully closed the mail order catalogue. Alan breathed a huge sigh of relief when she left him alone. The parcel arrived two days later. It was addressed to his Aunt but she handed it to him saying, 'Open it. It's for you.' And again he noted the tone of her voice, a faint slurring of her words, and she was a little pink in the face.

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RUBBER MAID! The first time he saw her wearing the soft latex scarf and her sleek rubber suit he was stunned. She was much older than him, and yet he couldn't stop staring at her. He was hypnotized by the way she nuzzled her face into the soft scarf; by the way she slid her palms up and down her rubber skirted thighs..sensuously, sexily. It was inevitable that they would go to bed with each other. And when he saw her latex underwear he KNEW he wanted to serve her! When she called him to following day he almost ran to her home. And when she produced the her new rubber apron he was mesmerized. It was simply gorgeous. A rich peach colored number that stunned his senses, so gleamingly smooth it glittered in the late afternoon sunlight. His fingers stroked it softly..and he could not hide his lust. June was suddenly shy. He asked her why he was here. Her face went pink as she whispered, "That's not the only thing I bought you," she said, "open the box!" John fumbled with the smart pink box, but his eyes were glued to the rubber apron, "Is it mine..is it for me?" He asked her. June nodded..."Yes, it's for you...but you also liked my undies...so I want you to wear EVERYTHING!" She answered. Now she was blushing furiously. And John opened the box. He pulled out a short black frock! A latex number that rustled loudly as he drew it from the box..and he saw its matching petticoat underneath! His eyes went wide..and he whispered, "I don't understand." June shook her head dismissively, "Oh yes you do! You want to wear a ladies rubber apron..OK. that's fine..and you enjoy old fashioned undies...so do I...but I insist that you wear all the other things a lady wears..and that means a latex frock!" The silence was deafening. His face was on fire and he couldn't meet her eye. Then he slowly reached out his hand..to touch the soft luxuriant rubber of the apron..HIS apron!

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Playtex Parade! 'I want you to know exactly what it will mean. I need you to fully understand what you will wear.' The speaker was a grey haired woman with a heavy but well-corseted figure. 'This is a Playtex girdle. Go on. Touch it. Hold it.' Sam gingerly accepted the smooth lace-covered girdle from her. He obediently ran his fingers over its diamond-shaped reinforced tummy section. Touched its four rubber suspenders. Admired its pretty flowered lace. 'Well?' She asked impatiently, 'Can you see yourself wearing this type of thing. This is what you'd wear under a simple day frock. Sam shrugged, 'I don't really have a choice do I?' He muttered. The woman frowned, 'Now listen to me young man, I was told you'd already agreed to be Jenny's wife. Why you want to be a woman, why you want to wear frocks is not my concern. All I'm here for is to ensure you know exactly what that promise means. Am I wasting my time?' Sam shook his head, 'No. I'm sorry.' He sighed, 'Yes. I can see myself wearing this girdle with a day frock. What's next?' She stared at him thoughtfully for a moment. And he felt his face go warm. 'Have you ever worn female clothes?' She asked softly. Taking a deep breath he whispered, 'I've worn a pinny, you know, to do the housework. But no, nothing else.' She looked puzzled, How could he explain? Would she believe him if he told her his own wife and mother-in-law demanded he be a woman, a wife? The woman saw how agitated he was and changed the subject slightly, 'You know you'll be expected to wear a bra?' Sam blushed. His face burned crimson as he met her eye. The sharp sting of tears burned his eyelids and he was scared he'd begin to cry. The grey-haired matron held out a very pretty lace-covered bra. 'I'd recommend this Playtex Living Bra to go with that girdle. Please examine it carefully and confirm you will wear this and other bras when required.' Sam avoided her curious eyes as he took the latex and lace bra from her. It was exceptionally pretty, with shiny satin ribbon decorating the lace-covered and full-cupped bra. It had elasticated sidebands and shoulder-straps and he knew that worn by Jenny, or any female, it would look very sexy. 'Yes. I'll wear this bra, and any other similar bra when, when advised to do so.' He answered faintly.

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SHAMED IN FRONT OF GIGGLING NIECES! The grey-haired woman took his arm and pulled him inside the dimly-lit bedroom. John watched open-mouthed as his Aunt unbuttoned her silk taffeta dress. "Look," she whispered, thickly, "I've bought you a nightdress." And suddenly, shockingly he understood. This middle-aged matron, his Aunt..wanted him to share her bed! He backed away and shook his head. Aunt Jane went white with anger. "You LIKE wearing skirts..but you don't want me! Am I too old for you; perhaps you want someone younger." And to his horror she was calling out for his nieces! His knees went weak and he almost collapsed on the bed...the door burst open. And in walked Betty! Betty was the worst. A sneering slip of a girl with a vicious temper. Alice followed behind, her eyes wide as saucers as she heard her mother explain. "John wants to wear a frock. He LIKES wearing panties and petticoats. But he's VERY shy. So I want you girls to help him." John shook his head and tried to speak, but words would not come. Three grinning females stared at him as though he were a freak. Alice giggled loudly and put her hand over her mouth. Betty was quick off the mark. She marched to the wardrobe and started to throw clothing on the bed! "I want to see him in a TIGHT skirt!" She exclaimed loudly. John winced. Alice agreed, "Yes. Let's see if he can MINCE!" And again she giggled!

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SISSIFIED! Jane looked out of the window and frowned. He's at it again, Cedric is bullying the girls! Oh, why can't boys be like girls?" She moaned. "Girls are nice, well mannered, pretty...why they even smell better!" "Perhaps you can do something about that. After all, you are his guardian now. Why shouldn't you bring him up...in skirts." Jane stared at Mandy thoughtfully. Mandy was her personal she-male servant. He too had started with her as a troublesome boy. Years of feminization and he was now the perfect servant. A maid. A very pretty maid. "You think that is what he needs?" "He'll hate it at first, I did, if you remember...but in the end..he'll be far happier I assure you." "Are you happy Mandy? Do you enjoy being my maid?" Mandy lowered her eyes shyly. "I had hoped I was something more than just a maid madam, but yes, I'm very happy. I'm never happier than when I'm serving you....in any capacity" Jane felt a rush of heat between her legs, something in Mandy's tone added something to her words. Jane went pink at the thought of some of the things she had taught this poor young man. Service...in the pure sense of the word. "Lock the door!" Jane whispered her voice ragged with lust. Mandy curtsied daintily and minced to the door. Jane eyed his long shapely legs, saw the frilly knickers peeping from under his ultra short satin skirt. Her heart hammered in her chest. It had been a long time since she had used him sexually. It suddenly occurred to her, as Mandy locked the door, that he had flirted with her. The little bitch! He wants it as much as I do! She thought. Mandy stood silently before her, eyes downcast. Jane ran her hands over her figure through the black satin frock. Her palms cupped the young mans breasts. Feeling their weight, her thumbs stroking the nipples, Jane marveled at the size of them. It had been her idea to have them so large. Her reasoning with the doctor had been that with such huge teats he would have no choice but to stay with her. Where could a man live with tits like these? But the truth had been that she simply adored large breasts. She felt the nipples harden under her touch. "Kneel down Mandy." "Yes madam." Mandy obeyed with alacrity. As Jane raised her skirts and voluminous petticoats, as Mandy shoved her head up between her thighs, Jane once more looked out of the window. And as Jane kissed the smooth inner thigh Jane caught sight of Cedric...why he really is quite pretty for a boy. Mandy could be right. And as she pulled Mandy's face into her crotch she fantasized that this was Cedric between her legs. Cedric...as her maid...as her very personal servant!!

MY HUSBAND MY MAID! Alice took his hand and sat him down at the kitchen table. "Now listen," she said calmly, "I'm not trying to embarrass you. I'm simply asking my unemployed husband to wear a few of my old clothes. If it were the other way round. I wouldn't object to wearing YOUR old jeans and shoes." John opened his mouth but his wife placed her finger over his lips, "I know...I probably shouldn't have asked you to wear a frock. But the point is this...you really MUST try and help me. I go out to work. YOU are for all intents and purposes a housewife. Now....don't argue with me...I want you wearing that blue suit of mine.." He shook his head, "It won't fit me, I've tried." His wife was firm, "It will fit you if you wear the swimsuit I gave you." John frowned, and went a little pink. "I could understand a girdle..." He answered softly, "but ..but..it has BRA cups!" He told her sullenly. His wife was angry, "All of this arguing simply HAS to stop. You need a bra because the suit is made for a WOMAN. Now just do as I say. Nobody will SEE you, nobody will KNOW. Please, darling, help me." John bit his lip. He took a deep breath and whispered, "Alright. I really WILL try."

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