A Change For The Better

by Steffani St. James

Part II

 

Several days passed since my wife had enthusiastically endorsed my dressing. The biggest surprise for me was when she advocated my living full-time, as a female. I showered each morning and with her help, soon was able to do my own makeup and select my own clothing for the day.

Since we were living in Florida, I spent hours laying in the sun by our pool, my body coated with sun-block and clad in the skimpiest bikinis. My tan became gorgeous and my tan lines – they stood out, revealing to the world, my new status as a glamorous female.

After my first week being a 24 hour a day girl, my wife sat me down and explained that more changes would begin.

"Sweetie its time for you to earn your keep so to speak. I've always entertained the idea of having a 'maid' help me around the house. I don't mean a cleaning type girl. Rather, I want a sexy female to help me bathe, dress and to wash out my lingerie. I want a girl who will dress in an ultra-feminine manner, who will sashay around here and be window dressing for MY new lifestyle. That girl is you, Honey."

She started with showing me the new clothing I'd be required to wear. After watching me strip, she instructed me as to what to put on and how to properly do it. I'd been showered and had my weekly depilation to remove any of the tiny hairs that still appeared from time to time. Once I was again satin smooth, she handed me a luscious white nylon and satin ruffled panty. The garment was extremely brief, barely covering my now round and curvy derriere. I no longer had to be concerned about any male tendencies as my equipment was literally useless. I couldn't coax an erection out of myself, no matter how hard I tried.

With the cute panty in place, her next item for me to don was a matching lace-trimmed garter belt. It fastened around my waist and had six dangling straps to secure to the stockings that I knew would come next. These were sheer, black, back-seamed beauties and once I rolled them in place, my wife helped to attach the garters. They exerted just the right amount of tension on the nylons to keep them taut and sag free.

My waist was getting trimmer and flatter all the time but my wife still insisted I wear a cincher to trim it even further. She explained that it would also remind me of my new status as a submissive, ultra-feminine sissy maid. Once it had been wrapped around my torso, she brought out a special brassiere. It was an under-wired style, constructed with pockets for my silicone breast forms, although I knew those things would soon be unnecessary. It was in white nylon and with lots of support and satin trims. Once she helped me on with it, I saw how the cups cradled and lifted my breasts, pushing them together and uplifting them at the same time. Now, I'd have extremely prominent boobs to go with my curvaceous hips and derriere.

She giggled as she helped me into a black satin French Maid's outfit. The hem was so short that every move I made exposed my sticking tops and my scanty ruffled panties. She fitted a pair of black patent leather pumps to my feet, locking them in place with tiny padlocks! Finally, she tied a white satin apron loaded with lacy ruffles around my waist, securing it with a huge bow behind me. A lace choker, tiny lace cap and a pin made with rhinestones that reminded me and any onlooker that I was her "Maid"!

"Oh my, you look adorable Jennifer. Let me see you walk now and make sure you wiggle your cute butt as you do. See, now your breasts bounce and jiggle just the way a genetic female's do. Don't you feel sexy? You certainly look sexy. I can't wait to show you off, sweetie!"

I blushed crimson at that comment but knew to keep my mouth shut and merely go along with her. My first task after being dressed was to launder her lingerie. I brought an armload of her soiled panties, worn bras, hosiery and slips to the sink. After filling the sink with cold water and adding a detergent designed for cold washes, I laundered each piece. I rinsed them gently and hung them over the bathroom curtain rod.

"See, now you know how I do that and why that rod is always full of my pretty unmentionables. Soon, yours will join mine there. Now, I want you to undress me and get my bath ready. You're such a sweet, submissive dear, Honey."

I did as she asked, took her clothes and put them in the hamper and caressed her smooth body as I helped her into the tub. Then, using a soft washcloth, I bathed her and gently cleansed her body. After, I helped her out of the tub and patted her dry with a large fluffy bath towel. She made me choose a pair of silky pink panties for her to wear. I was forced to put them on her using only my teeth! Many times, my nose came in contact with her sweet-smelling sex as I nudged the thin panties into place.

"Oh my, you've become such a lovely, courteous, knowledgeable girl in the short time you've been dressing full-time. I have no doubt that you'll make a perfect female over time. And, I can't wait to show you off to my friends. They'll be so impressed with your capable girlishness."

For the rest of that day, I was allowed to luxuriate in the frills and scents of my new standing as my wife's boudoir maid.

Each day for the next week, I dressed and undressed her, bathed her, learned more about cosmetics and makeup techniques so I could do HER makeup for her and of course, became more and more intimate with her underwear by washing the pretty pieces on a daily basis.

"Sweetheart, you've been a doll being my maid. It's time we went out together again. And this time, we'll make it a date. I think Jennifer needs to have some fun in her life. And I have just the ticket for that – your new 'boyfriend'! We're meeting him at a club tonight. Of course, we can't share him; we both need dates so I'm meeting someone too! I know, but you're not my husband anymore, you're my girlfriend. I prefer men in my life, not sissies. So, I'm meeting Sal, a guy from the tennis club and you're meeting his buddy, Rich. By the way, Rich is gay so he'll have no problem dating you…that is, until you take the next step and become a real girl!"

I blushed and almost teared up and the thought of having to entertain a guy on a date. The rest of the day was spent choosing out outfits and getting ready. I really was worried about how I'd react, once out with a guy and out with my wife who no longer needed me as her husband. Where would all this lead?

  

  

  

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