Man Maid

by Gennie TV

  

Part 7 ----

I could have remained asleep, held in my wife's loving embrace the warmth of our bodies comforting to us both, forever. Unfortunately, my wife and sister had different ideas.

"Time to wake up sisterbrother dear, can't sleep the whole day away."

As I slowly brought myself out of my dream state I actually thought that it was still morning and my skirted day had been a dream. I tried to convince myself that I had simply been feeling guilty for having had another major fight with my wife and that guilt had brought on my confusing dreams.

"gennie! Time to wake up! Debbie is downstairs with Susan updating her on your wonderful progress so far. I'm sure she will be as excited as we've been. I can't wait to hear what Susan thinks of your little video production, you were sooooo sweet swishing around in front of the mirror."

"Mmmmmgggmmmhhh." Well it sounded like go away to me.

"gennie! gennie!" Karin had been getting progressively louder while shaking my bare shoulders.

Why was she calling me gennie? She hadn't called me that in years. I stretched my hand down for an early morning scratch and woke up immediately. No more thinking the day was all a dream, no more wondering why Karin was waking me up instead of Debbie. As soon as my fingers came in contact with my silky sissy panties, feeling the hard unyielding steel of my chastity belt, I sat bolt upright. My mind cleared and my chest jiggled. I unconsciously pulled the sheet up to cover my chest in a very feminine manner.

"gennie dear, there's no reason for such modesty between us girls. I've seen your bare chest before as a matter of fact I helped make it what it is today." She was giggling so hard she had to sit down at the vanity to catch her breath.

When she finally caught her breath she instructed me: "Time to get cleaned up sweetie. Head on into the bathroom and get out of your panties, hose and girdle. Just throw them in the hamper, you can wash them later. The pink cover on training belt will just pull right off so that you can take a shower. Be sure you wash your face thoroughly and use the blow drier on low to be sure that you dry completely between your legs. Don't forget to wash and condition your hair, you will find everything you'll need on the counter. Now get in there and get it done." Landing a good hard slap on my butt as I walked past her.

Walking to the bathroom seemed so strange. With each step I found myself expecting to have restrictions to my stride that were no longer there. As I stepped forward my legs would expect resistance that was no longer there so I would overstep my stride and nearly stumble forward. My feet would land toes first so that on the first couple of steps I would almost fall sideways expecting my heel to stop inches above the floor, instead of traveling on down to the floor. I'm sure Karin was again laughing at me but I didn't care, I just wanted to get out of those sticky pantyhose and jump into the shower.

I spent my time in the bathroom trying to reassess my position. It felt so good to get those damn pantyhose off my legs, they may be shimmery. They may be sexy. And they may hide any leg hair but, lord amighty they are hot and tight. I would have attempted to shave my legs then, but the ladies had removed all the razors. (I found out later they wanted hair on my legs so that they could insist that I continue to wear the heavy pantyhose. That way I would be more accepting of my stockings, and I could beg to have my legs shaved, just like Debbie had predicted I would.) The shower was heavenly I don't know how long I was in there. It felt like hours. I was hoping that perhaps with enough hot water the adhesive bond on my new tits would weaken and they would fall off. Then I had a frightening thought: What if all this hot water caused my chastity belt to shrink? What would I do then? (Yeah I know, a totally irrational thought, but it still scared the daylights out of me.)

Apparently Karin heard the water shut off because as soon as I stepped out of the shower she was yelling more instructions through the bathroom door. "gennie dear, remember that to protect her delicate skin, a lady always pats herself dry after a shower. Leave you hair wet, I'll take care of it when you come out. And don't forget, there is box of bath power chosen especially for you next to the sink. Be sure to get your whole body, paying special attention to the inside of your training panty it will help prevent chafing. When you finish, put on the robe hanging there on the door and come on out. I'll do your hair and make-up and Debbie will come up and help you get dressed."

Bath powder indeed, I remembered seeing my Gold Bond and Right Guard under the sink earlier that morning. "I may look female but by God, I'll stink like a man."

Just about that time I heard Debbie's sweet voice coming through the door. "gennie love, I figure you've been in there just long enough to decide that the bath powder we selected for you isn't good enough, and you are going to play the macho man and use your own powder from under the sink. After all it was there this morning, wasn't it? That's ok dear go ahead and get it out, surely by now you must know that we are not going to overlook something so obvious. Both the powder and deodorant are empty. So hurry up and finish in there dear, Susan is anxiously waiting to see how you look. Oh and by the way she just loved your video, wants to know if we can send it to America's Funniest. I'll be downstairs if you need me, otherwise I'll be back as soon as Karin finishes with you. Be good and cooperate and maybe we can have some of the same kind of fun getting you dressed that we had getting you undressed. Bye babe."

How could I be so predictable? So easily set up? So easily manipulated? Each minute that passed I doubted myself more. I remembered dressing in Susan's and Karin's clothes, and I remembered how good I felt while doing so. I also remembered being taught that it was wrong for a man to wear such things but, I did not and do not remember being taught WHY it was wrong. While I could never have admitted it to my ladies, I did at some level, enjoy my day. The soft sensuous feel of the lingerie against my body, the feeling of security, as if being hugged constantly by my soft silky skirt, I could not and still cannot, understand why such feelings should be denied to men. Obviously not all men would want to experience the right to dress in silk, lace and skirts, just as many women would not be caught dead in a skirt or pantyhose. The difference is that women have the choice to dress as they wish. Few would think twice about seeing a woman dressed in jeans, a shirt, and boots, while just as few would not stare in judgment at a man in a ruffled blouse, denim skirt, pantyhose and strapy high heeled sandals. Why should the clothes that a person chooses to wear make such a difference to anyone other than the person wearing the clothes? Questions without answers: Sensations never to be felt: Fantasies never to be realized. Time to check out the Right Guard anyway just in case.

Of course I knew what I would find, knew that I had been outsmarted once again, but I had to check, I had to try. True to her word Debbie had emptied both containers, just one more little humiliation to show me who was in control, why cooperation was my only option. With a weak promise to myself not to give in too easily, I finished drying and dusted myself with the sweet smelling powder as instructed. With one last glance in the mirror and with a deep sigh of resignation I reach out and take the soft pink satin robe into my hand. The satin felt so light and smooth in my hand, the color so feminine, the length short but it should at least reach mid-thigh. At least that's what I thought before I put it on. When guessing at its length before putting it on I failed to take into consideration the size of my recently enlarged chest. By the time I got the robe wrapped around my substantial breasts it was barely long enough to cover my butt if I stood real still. No matter how I pulled or tried to stretch the unyielding fabric I could not get it to cover all that needed covered.

"Ahhh Karin, could you come over here please?"

"What can I do for my sweet cheeked, older than I, little sisterbrother?"

"I, ah, this ah robe, it's ah, it's too small. Can you get me something larger?"

"In what way is it too small dear? Can't you get it over your shoulders?"

"Well ah, no the shoulders and arms fit fine."

"Then it doesn't fit over your breasts. Is that the problem?"

"No it's not that either. It's just that the robe is so ah... so... short. I mean it's hard enough to have you see me the way I am, let alone in a skimpy little robe that almost covers my ass."

"Too short!? Is that all you're worried about? 'Too short, how could anything like that be too short?' Isn't that what you told Debbie when it was her instead of you wearing it? What's the matter little sisterbrother or is that sissybrother, not wo-"man" enough to even face your little sister? Feeling a little exposed are you? Maybe just a bit vulnerable with all that open air between your toes and tush? Not feeling embarrassed about being bare assed are you? Like I said before dearie there's no need for modesty between us girls, you haven't got anything I haven't seen before. Now quit whining like a baby girl and wiggle your cute little ass on out here."

I was stuck, she was using my own words against me again, and I had no grounds upon which to fight. She had hit the nail right on the head I was feeling extremely embarrassed and vulnerable in my skimpy little robe. Its satin hem hitting my bare ass with even the slightest movement, my recently acquired tits jiggling and swaying in time with my breathing, acting as constant reminders that my summer vacation would most definitely be a change of pace from my ordinary routine.

What choice did I have? I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, and besides even though I could not admit to it, even to myself, I was curious to see what they would dress me as next. Karin was waiting for me hairbrush in hand, motioning me to sit at the vanity so that she could get to work. Debbie's little backless chair having been replaced with my executive type, overstuffed, office chair so that she could turn me whichever way she needed without effort. I sat and nearly stood right back up, I never realized how cold leather could be on a bare butt and thighs. Karin just stood over me and grinned as I sat and fidgeted, tugging at the hem of my robe, trying to wish it longer, pulling at the lapels trying to keep my faux breasts covered, nothing I did however, seemed to help my situation. Enduring my antics for as long as she could, Karin decided that it was time to finally get started.

Ever the efficient one, she went right to work with her brush. First brushing out all the knots, and then trimming the ends to even them out, she talked about how lucky I was to have such healthy hair, and how nice she would make it look the next day when I visited her salon. She combed most of my hair to each side from a part down the center of my head and then pulled a small amount forward over my face. Trimming it that it covered my forehead landing just above the top of my eyebrows, giving me very feminine bangs and an appearance that I would not have believed possible had I not witnessed it myself. Her next step was to add rollers to each side of my head, using the biggest curlers I had ever seen. Their size was substantial enough that she could only fit three on each side and used up all of my hair. She explained that for tonight I wanted (I wanted?) to have nice wavy curls instead of the cute little curls that my hair naturally dried into. I wondered but felt it best at that point to say nothing.

Her next endeavor was to repair the messy job I had done on my finger nails. Chattering away about how I was going to love the look of a proper manicure, how clean and feminine my hands would look with pretty fashion length acrylic nails. Using nail polish remover she quickly removed the polish I had put on earlier, replacing it with a very light red, almost pink polish which she also used on my toes. With instructions not to move or touch anything so that I would not smudge my polish, she set about the task of drying my recently set hair.

With my hair and nails dry it was time to remove the curlers, causing my hair to bounce in huge curls on each side of my head. I looked shocked. Karin looked pleased. She redefined the part down the center of my head and brushed each side into the soft wavy curls that she had predicted. Gathering all the hair the left side of my head she pulled it all together, very tightly, to a spot near the top of my head just above my ear. Wrapping an elastic hair tie Karin made a pony tail high on the side of my head. She then quietly and efficiently copied the procedure on the other side. My complaints about it being too tight and little girl looking feel upon apparently deaf ears. As if wearing a pair of pony tails high on the sides of my head was not little girlish enough she then added insult to injury by tying a large red ribbon with attached bow on each side. Putting my hands up to confirm the reality of my new hair style I couldn't help but notice that my pretty new hair ribbons matched almost exactly the color of my nails.

Visions of little Bo Peep and Alice in Wonderland started to flow through my head. There could be little doubt that my new outfit would consist of lots of frills and crinolines under a gingham or velvet dress with short puffy lace trimmed sleeves, and either mid calf or butt length lace trimmed hem. I easily envisioned pink fold over ankle socks with lots and lots of lace and flowers or little animals, with single strap, patent leather, Mary Jane style shoes, as if my previous outfit had not been humiliating enough. They were going to dress me as a little girl and take me out in public, to a meeting of some sort, meaning I would have to face strangers dressed like that. Sending shivers down my spine however, was the realization that with a little girl outfit could go diapers and plastic pants, with ruffled rumba panties over that. While the fantasy of being diapered and refused bathroom privileges intrigued me, the thought of diaper rash and stinky baby wipes combined with loss of home turf scared the living daylights out of me.

It was an unmistakable subdued click with a bright flash that broke my reverie. Opening my eyes I was surprised to see Susan standing across from me with MY Leicaflex in her hand and my wife standing behind her, huge grins on both their faces. Just what I needed more pictures of my transformation and with my own camera no less!

"Oh gennie! You look fantastic! Karin has done an outstanding job on your hair and make-up. You look so sweet in that sexy little robe. It's the same one you gave to Debbie last Christmas isn't it? I hear you think it's too short for you to wear but felt it was plenty long enough for your wife, is that true? Personally I think it's a perfect length for my little sissybrother. Now let Karin get your lipstick on so I can get another picture. Better yet I'll get pictures of her applying your lipstick that will be so hot! Maybe we can sell the pictures to one of those magazines of yours Debbie said she found hidden in the garage."

I had been so lost in thought that I didn't even realize that Karin had painted my eyes and face. Looking at myself in the mirror my mind could not believe what my eyes told it. Sitting there in my office chair was a young lady in a pink satin robe with large doe-like blue eyes. Her hair was done up in little girl bows and pony tails. The make-up on her face had been done with such perfection that a person would have had to look twice to realize that she was even wearing make-up, so subtle were the highlights. I must have been sitting there with my mouth open because I felt the chair turning and Karin's hand on my chin pushing it closed. Putting on a show for the camera, much to Susan and Debbie's delight, Karin skillfully applied lipstick to my still male lips, enlarging them into a sexy pout, using the same shade as my ribbons and nail polish. Karin's final touch was to replace my earrings with dangly little, light red enameled, combined male and female symbols just like

I had seen at the TG web sites I had visited (hey I never said I didn't know anything about TG/TV/TS). At least I was color coordinated.

"Well gennie dear, are you ready for me to get you dressed yet? I'll bet the curiosity is driving you crazy to see what you'll be wearing tonight. Not wanting to keep you in suspense any longer your new outfit is right over there on the bed."

Looking over at the bed all I could see was another large garment bag and a rather large looking shoe box.

"Gee dear it's lovely. I don't think I can wait to get into it all. And look at those shoes do you think they're big enough?" I just could not resist the sarcasm fortunately the ladies let that one slide.

Emptying the contents of the bag onto the bed I was both shocked and relieved at what was set out. Much to my relief there was no evidence of a lacy little girl dress, yet there was a pair of ruffled panties in the same red as the rest of me and another pair of those hated heavy duty hair hiding pantyhose in a color she told me was called nude. My hopes of having fun with Debbie while getting dressed died when she handed me the first garment, another Classic Curves girdle with the padded butt and hips and my sisters made it clear that they would make no move to leave the room on the contrary they collaborated on getting pictures of Debbie helping me get dressed. Once I wiggled my way into the girdle Debbie handed me what she called a waist cincher. It was shimmery red satin and seemed to continue the color coordination theme. She explained to me that it was like a short corset without garter tabs or built in bra. Much to my dismay I found that it was even more heavily boned and restrictive than my previous corset and had the disadvantage, at least in my opinion, of lacing in the back. An option my dear Debbie delighted in taking full advantage of. Before capturing my quivering boobs in the matching WonderBra, Debbie had to pause so that I, yes I, could change the film in my camera.

I was then handed a white satin camisole and white shirt. Yes I said shirt, not blouse, at least I thought it was a man's shirt. It looked like an ordinary long sleeve, white dress shirt with a button down collar. At least until I went to do up those buttons and realized that the button holes were on the wrong side and that the shirt had darts that allowed it to fit snugly over not only my well endowed chest, but also tapered down to form fit over my restricted waist as well. There was little doubt by that time that it was unlike any dress shirt I had ever worn before. The next items handed me were those awful pantyhose, a flared white satin half-slip and the ruffled red panties. I found once again how difficult bending can be with a steel band wrapped around your waist, at least that's what it felt like. Debbie took pity on me though and helped with the pantyhose and panties. The slip I managed to get on by myself. Throughout the entire ordeal there were Karin and Susan making comments and clicking off pictures from every angle they could think of. My new skirt came next, a wool blend pleated skirt, red and black plaid with suspenders that to my somewhat untrained eye appeared to be about three inches long, with a waist diameter big enough to fit a pencil. Debbie held it open at ankle level so that I could step into it, her hands "accidentally" rubbing my legs as she drew the short skirt up to my little waist. The skirt wasn't as short as my robe had been, but then that's not saying much.

I wanted so badly be allowed to turn to the mirror, to see what I looked like in my new outfit. Did I look as ridiculous as I feared? Would everyone know that I should not have been wearing these clothes? On the surface I knew that Karin had made me into an innocent looking young woman with a face that was not all hard to look at. But in the deeper recesses I just knew that no matter how good I looked people would be able to see through me and know that I was not as I appeared. I was told that the mirror was a reward I would receive as soon as I got my shoes on and my stockings straight. Opening the shoe box I wasn't exactly sure what I thought of the shoes, my new shoes.

They looked like old style saddle shoes with the black and white leather uppers and white shoe strings except that they each had a very chunky 4 inch heel and a 1 inch platform on the sole. Ankle breakers Karin called them I found that I agreed even before trying to walk in them. But before putting on the shoes I had to have socks of course, in this case white opaque stockings that ended in a band of lace and bows on my lower thighs just above my knees.

"Ok love now you can look in the mirror. As a matter of fact you will likely need to use the mirror so you can tie your tie."

"Tie, my tie! What are you talking about?"

"It's part of the look dear, the white button down shirt, the suspenders that hug your breasts right across the nipples, and the over the knee stockings, and of course that adorable hair do Karin designed for you. Why you look just like a pretty young high school senior ready for a day at school, just don't try to run away from the boys in those shoes, and be careful not to bend over in that cute little skirt unless of course you want everyone to see your sweet little sissy panties."

"But a tie? Debbie you know how much I hate wearing ties. Do you have any idea what it's like to be strangled by a tie all day? How uncomfortable it is to have to put up with that knot under your chin all the time?"

Their only response was to stare at me and grin until it finally made it through my thick head that I was saying to them exactly what Debbie had been saying to me about wearing a skirt. Could I possibly dig myself any deeper? I must admit though I did find my new look very, very, sexy a fact I don't think I hid very well from the women folk.

 

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With warm pink fuzzies

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