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After dinner Amy asked, "Did you receive a check today?"After I told her no, Amy said, "We will go shopping in the morning. do not wear an undershirt, dear." After that comment, Amy disappeared into the kitchen cleaning up the dishes and putting away the food. She did not wish to break her end of our bet by badgering me and saying I-told-you-so. The look on her face as she returned to the kitchen told me she was ready to continue with our wager. I would be adding another item to my wardrobe as...

One evening at the start of my second week of training, Betty came home with a package which she handed me. It was a box, containing a pair of realistic falsies. Betty informed me that they were to be glued to my chest with a special adhesive which would hold them in place until a solvent was administered.Every month I would have to remove and re-glue the falsies I was told to take off my blouse and brassiere while betty glued the fake bosoms to my chest. She them applied some makeup around...

The clerks in the department store were amused and smiled when told why I was to be the purchaser of women's clothing. Betty gave the full details, the reasons and length of time I was being subjected to this punishment. The salesladies became very involved and brought many dresses, skirts, blouses, and sweaters for me to model. With each outfit, I was ordered to come out of the dressing room and into the store area, where there was a three-sided mirror, to be inspected by Betty and the...

Philosophers have pondered whether life imitates art or art imitates art for centuries. For Bob, it's the former; he reluctantly agrees to play a female part in a play his wife is directing. Circumstances conspire to keep him in dresses until he finds himself living as a woman 24/7. Luckily, his wife loves  the new Linda every bit as much as she loved Bob, even more, perhaps.

"I, Billy Spencer, acknowledge this the twenty-eighth day of August, that I have had affairs for which I am truly sorry. As a punishment for my indiscretions, I agree to dress entirely in women's clothing for the entire period of my punishment. Should I decide at any time to break my promise, I understand that my wife will file or divorce. I intend to do everything in my power to please my wife from this day forward. This means conducting myself as a lady at all times during this punishment...

As we parked the car I suddenly became very nervous and hesitated leaving the safety of the car. Bonnie came over to my door. "What is the matter, is there a problem?" "I am scared, what if someone would recognize that I was not a girl? What would we do and what would happen? Please can we just return to the motel?" I pleaded. "Nonsense, you look pretty and quite feminine. Just talk in a whisper and relax. No one will know anything other than the fact that you are what you seem, an attractive...

After dinner Amy asked, "Did you receive a check today?"After I told her no, Amy said, "We will go shopping in the morning. do not wear an undershirt, dear." After that comment, Amy disappeared into the kitchen cleaning up the dishes and putting away the food. She did not wish to break her end of our bet by badgering me and saying I-told-you-so. The look on her face as she returned to the kitchen told me she was ready to continue with our wager. I would be adding another item to my wardrobe as...

One evening at the start of my second week of training, Betty came home with a package which she handed me. It was a box, containing a pair of realistic falsies. Betty informed me that they were to be glued to my chest with a special adhesive which would hold them in place until a solvent was administered.Every month I would have to remove and re-glue the falsies I was told to take off my blouse and brassiere while betty glued the fake bosoms to my chest. She them applied some makeup around...

As I stood up, I felt naked as the hem of the skirt fell halfway between my hips and knees. The tight taffeta uniform clung tightly across my body, particularly hugging my corseted cinched waist. The neck of the uniform was scooped. Allowing a fair amount of chest to be revealed. Between the corset putting pressure on my chest and the falsies being squeezed, I had been given artificial cleavage. There was a vast amount of stockinged legs peeking out from under the fancy petticoats and rumba...

As I stood up, I felt naked as the hem of the skirt fell halfway between my hips and knees. The tight taffeta uniform clung tightly across my body, particularly hugging my corseted cinched waist. The neck of the uniform was scooped. Allowing a fair amount of chest to be revealed. Between the corset putting pressure on my chest and the falsies being squeezed, I had been given artificial cleavage. There was a vast amount of stockinged legs peeking out from under the fancy petticoats and rumba...

The clerks in the department store were amused and smiled when told why I was to be the purchaser of women's clothing. Betty gave the full details, the reasons and length of time I was being subjected to this punishment. The salesladies became very involved and brought many dresses, skirts, blouses, and sweaters for me to model. With each outfit, I was ordered to come out of the dressing room and into the store area, where there was a three-sided mirror, to be inspected by Betty and the...

Philosophers have pondered whether life imitates art or art imitates art for centuries. For Bob, it's the former; he reluctantly agrees to play a female part in a play his wife is directing. Circumstances conspire to keep him in dresses until he finds himself living as a woman 24/7. Luckily, his wife loves  the new Linda every bit as much as she loved Bob, even more, perhaps.