Tinkle                 by: A Happy Wife

 

Come over here honey, and lift up your skirts and pull you panties down around your ankles. Oh don’t look over at Helen like that she won’t see your little thing. Besides it’s all dressed in it’s little slip. Isn’t it? Don’t just nod sweetie speak up! Say it all sugar plum my little princes has it’s little dress on. Oh you are so precious. My it is little isn’t it? No wonder you don’t want Helen to see it. Well there really isn’t anything to see. It’s so small and you keep it so pretty in it’s little sheath with all the ruffles and lace. Oh well Helen came over to see anyway. Helen don’t giggle like that it embarrasses him. Oh Helen now you have me laughing too. Oh sweetie we aren’t laughing at you, we love you. It’s just that we have both seen men before, and well you just, well you know. I know it would be bigger if it wasn’t in its sheath, but it is in the sheath and we both think you have a cute little princess. It’s all soft and girly like the rest of you. Now, the reason I had you lift your skirts is to give you a little reward. No No not that it’s isn’t time for your rubbing yet. Stop kissing my shoes and stand back up. You don’t get to do your disgusting thing for another week, maybe two if you don’t stop kissing my feet. Helen has a little gift for you. Helen is going to do the honors and put it on you her self. I know you can’t see them Helen his little testicles are under the darling doll skirt. You are so right it is a cute skirt and both him and I feel there should do no trace of masculinity. Well what could be more feminine that putting his balls in a dress? Let’s see what you have here for the girl. Well it’s a ribbon and a bell? Oh I see you tie it around the top of the sack in a pert little bow, the bell hangs down to just about the hem of his testicle skirt. And she tinkles when she walks. How precious is that, walk for us honey, step out of your panties. I know your skirt is short, I can see that. It’s not my fault you insist on wearing such childish clothes. Besides it’s just us girls here. Get moving Tinkerbell; I want to hear you jingle. Helen I could put some music on and the girl could dance for us. Go get you tap shoes Tinkerbell. She is turning into the best little dancer. She dances twice a week in her adult women’s dance class. Oh the girls have learned basic ballet steps, some jazz dancing, and of course her tapping. I am going to start her in ballroom dancing when this class is over. Of course she will have to dance with men. She is a little nervous about that. The girls in the class all think that as cute as she is she will have no trouble getting a partner. And the girls have promised not to tell the men her little secret. Here she comes I hear her little tap shoes now. There you go precocious I’ll put on your "I Enjoy Being A Girl" song. She is so cute isn’t she Helen? And you can hear the bell! Get those taps in sweetheart, I want those pretty legs up, and I want to see those cute shoes and see a big girly smile.

Well sweetie you had quite a workout I thought Helen was going to make you dance all night. That was nice of her to take you for ice cream wasn’t it? Even if those teen-age girls did tease you, you looked adorable. I know the child’s table was too small for you and you had trouble with your skirt and slips. But, with a skirt as short as yours some slip will show. I remember when I was a girl and had to wear short skirts, see it’s something we all have to do till we grow up. Yes I know I wear skirts when I want to and you have to wear them all the time. It makes me happy to see you in them precious. And you want me happy don’t you? I thought so; you know what would make me happy now? If you would slip off my boots for me dear. You can give them a little kiss first. You seemed eager to kiss them earlier. There you go, I think I stepped in something at the ice cream shop, will you get that off please. Set the boots aside girl you can polish them before you go to bed. Remove my socks honey. I have had them on all day. Oh my feet are a little stinky; you don’t mind that do you? I didn’t think so. Why don’t you just give me a nice foot lick?

What is that you are saying? You want to wear boy’s clothes? Well I will have to give that some thought. Here now girl help me with my clothes just slide my slacks off and pull my panties off. I will give you a little treat. Bring your head down here pretty one, there you go, you are getting good at this. Your tongue can do what your little penis could never do. It’s good that we keep your little princess locked away.

What’s wrong now? You said you wanted to wear boy’s clothes! Stop your blubbering and stop kissing my feet. You wanted to wear them and I went to a great deal of expense to have them made. Step up here on this coffee table and lets take a look at you in your "boy’s clothing". Well I think it’s a cute outfit! And you are going to wear it! What do you think Helen? Little red velvet shorts, a matching velvet vest worn over a lace trimmed shirt, a cute round lace collar worn outside the vest. I put baby oil on "his" legs so they would shine prettily white lace trimmed ankle socks and brand new black patent leather round toed Mary Janes with a pearl button holding the strap. Best of all the straw hat with the two black ribbons in the back. I know he has to carry a purse because the outfit has no pockets. And I know boys don’t carry purses. So if anyone says anything we will just say, "it’s a boy’s bag". The shorts fit really well and with his little princess tucked back his panty line is smooth as a girls, of course we all know he isn’t a girl. He is so manly in his new boy clothes. Helen did you know that he agreed to six months chastity if I would let him dress as a boy? What’s that dear you want to go back to being a girl? You feel humiliated do you? Think for a minute honey. I will put you back in dresses, and let you dress your age provided you make a little concession. Six more months that’s a full year locked up. And you wear this outfit for a week. Don’t say a word if you agree just put on your little record and give us a nice dance. You know Helen, I just love to see her dance, and it’s such fun to listen for the tinkle.

 

A Happy Wife

 

 

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