Synopsis: In which Kay decides that her husband Marvin must dress as a girl too.

 

Petticoat Boys
by Emily Ross

 

Part Four – Mary-Jo

 

While my husband Marvin was away at a conference, I had subjected both my sons, eleven-year-old Jack (now called Jodie) fifteen-year-old Jason (now called Kelly-Ann) to petticoat discipline.

Previously their behaviour had been disgraceful and at my sister Jill’s suggestion I had got both of them into dresses. Within a matter of hours this had had a really beneficial effect on their conduct and on their manners.

Not only that but they seemed to enjoy being prettied up and on this afternoon were wearing matching baby blue little girls’ dresses with just a hint of petticoat lace showing, matching white ankle socks and matching Mary Janes. They both wore their matching wigs each tied in two matching pigtails and tied in baby blue ribbons. They wore the same shade of lipstick and nail varnish and I guess they were even wearing matching panties.

I didn’t know exactly when Marvin was coming home but I expected that he would phone me and tell me of his travel plans and I could explain about the boys. In fact he caught an early plane from Glasgow and arrived home in mid-afternoon.

The ‘girls’ and I were sitting in the kitchen. I was having a reviving cup of tea and the ‘girls’ were daintily sipping orange squash when Greg came in, tired out by his journey. As a result he was in a bit of a bad mood before he saw how his sons were dressed.

"Hi, darling," he said to me. Then he noticed the dresses. "Jason? Jack? What the fuck is going on?"

He was livid. "Calm down, darling. I can explain."

"Explain! Explain! There’s no way you can explain why my two sons are wearing fucking dresses." He was shouting. "You look like a pair of fucking sissies," he said to the children, "and your fucking petticoats are showing."

I was upset. I didn’t want to start a slanging match with my husband in front of our kids. I couldn’t put my feelings into words and I didn’t want to shout back. A tear welled in my eye and I noticed that Jodie was crying too.

Then I noticed that Kelly-Ann was the calmest of the four of us. "Mommy," he said to me matter-of-factly. "Daddy’s sworn in front of us. And he’s also shouted at you. You said that every time we misbehave, we get three days in a dress. Very bad behaviour or repeat offences get seven days. You can’t have one rule for us and another rule for daddy. If petticoating is good for us, it must be good for him too."

Jason always had been a barrack room lawyer. Kelly-Ann went on, "I think he deserves six days in dresses. What do you think, Jodie?"

"Good idea, Kelly-Ann" Jodie said through his sniffles.

"Kelly-Ann? Jodie?" said Marvin. "Your names are Jason and Jack."

"I think I should take him upstairs and get him dressed up. What shall we call him?"

"I like the name Mary-Jo," said Jodie whose tears were turning into smiles.

"OK, then, Mary-Jo," said Kelly-Ann to his father. "You better come upstairs with me." Marvin meekly stood up and obeyed. There was something that prevented any of my family protesting about being put into dresses. As they left the room together, I heard Kelly-Ann say, "Now you go and take a bath. Shave your legs and armpits. Then put on a robe and come into my bedroom. I’ll get you all prettied up. OK?"

Marvin was a few inches taller than me but he was very slim. Some of Kelly-Ann’s stuff would fit him and so would most of mine. I wondered what Kelly-Ann would get him to wear.

An hour an a half later I was introduced to my new husband, Mary-Jo. He was wearing a little girl’s party dress, in case you couldn’t guess. It was the cream one I’d bought Kelly-Ann. He wore Kelly-Ann’s second pair of Mary Janes. (A tight fit he told me later.) I never told him that I’d deliberately bought Kelly-Ann two dresses and two pairs of shoes hoping that I might get Marvin into them. He wore white ankle socks, the short brown wig, a little make-up, pink nail varnish of course and a little jewellery.

He would never have passed as a little girl. After all his outfit would have suited an eight year old and he was five feet ten. But he did look cute and I don’t know why, but he looked sexy. I wanted to make love to him there and then.

"Wow, Mary-Jo," said Jodie who was in the living room with me, "you look fantastic."

I whistled. "You look cute in that dress. It’s definitely your colour. I like your hair. Nice legs."

"Thank you," Mary-Jo replied. "I’m so sorry I was rude to you all earlier. It won’t happen again. Now I’d like to cook you all dinner to try and make up for it. I’ll go and see what’s in the freezer."

Mary-Jo looked adorable in his apron when I checked on him a few minutes later. He cooked a super meal and we all enjoyed it. It was great to have all the family around the table again.

"That’s one day off," said Kelly-Ann to his father. "You’ve done a good job by cooking the meal so you only have to do five days in dresses. Today’s Friday so that will take you up until Tuesday, OK?"

"Yes, Kelly-Ann but I have to go to work on Monday. Please can I be let off as I don’t want to wear a dress to work?"

"That’s OK," I said. "Jill tells me that her rule with Greg is that he can wear his male clothes to work but he has to wear panties underneath and as soon as he gets home from work he has to get prettied up. I’ll expect that from you on Monday and Tuesday, Mary-Jo. OK?"

Mary-Jo nodded. "And of course, you’ll have to be Mary-Jo all weekend."

"Sure. Kay darling," he said, "this dress is kind of OK for the day time but I want to dress up a bit more for the evening. Would you mind if I went upstairs and changed?"

He was so polite I couldn’t refuse. "No problem, darling. I think all three of you girls should change into something more suitable for the evening. And Mary-Jo, honey, you can wear anything of mine that you like."

"Thanks, honey," he said.

The three ‘girls’ headed upstairs to change while I cleared up and washed up. Jodie was first one back down. He’d found the training bra and tights that I’d bought him the day before. In a denim mini-skirt and sleeveless top with ‘babe’ written on it, he looked like a striking fifteen-year-old.

Kelly-Ann appeared next in a little black dress with spaghetti straps that fell to mid-thigh. He wore black tights and black stilettos. If anything he was wearing a little too much make-up but he was still learning about being a girl. He could have easily passed for eighteen and looked like a teenage boy’s dream and not a teenage boy.

Finally Mary-Jo appeared, smelling strongly of my favourite perfume. He wore a black skirt of mine that I no longer wore as I thought it too short for someone my age. On me it was three or four inches above the knee, on Mary-Jo who was a little taller it was more like five or six inches. But what thighs! He had legs to die for, sheathed in black fishnet tights. He too wore black stilettos having squeezed his feet into a pair of mine. Painful.

He wore a black top, mainly made of a lacy material that made it nearly transparent. I rarely wore it as I found it a bit too risqué but it looked great on him with a black bra clearly visible underneath. Gold sparkled on his fingers and wrists. His face was exquisitely painted with creamy foundation, bright lipstick, plum eye-shadow and black mascara. The wig looked so natural and so feminine. His nails were long and painted a deep red. Whereas Kelly-Ann and Jodie looked older, Mary-Jo had lost ten years and looked like their big sister.

I had never seen a man looking so good. I wanted to eat him there and then but I knew I would have to wait until we were in bed. When we made it upstairs I insisted he made love to me dressed as he was. It was wonderful the best sex ever.

I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted to keep my sexy husband in skirts even after his punishment was up. I wanted my beautifully behaved boys to stay in dresses and stay beautifully behaved. I knew that after this life would not be the same again.

 

 

 

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