The Sensual TV

Clean And Pretty

By Robyn Smith

© 1996 Transgender Forum and Robyn Smith


I have always been extremely particular about my clothing and have even insisted that my wife fold all of my underwear in a particular manner, so I don't have to fumble with it in the morning. Things began to change very rapidly in this department about a year ago and I couldn't be happier.

I got up one morning and began my daily ritual of showering and shaving, before getting dressed for work. As I went to my dresser drawer, I found that I was completely out of clean jockey's. I called my wife, Carol, and asked her to bring me some from the laundry room. She came into the bedroom and confessed that she had not done laundry yet. She had run out of detergent and had not had the opportunity to buy any more - that was on her agenda for today.

I was rapidly becoming rather mortified at the thought of not being able to wear underwear to work, and I bluntly refused to wear any of them two days in a row. I had never in my life even dared to think of doing such a thing.

My wife then suggested, in a rather matter-of-fact manner, that I simply wear a pair of her panties for the day, just get by. She even went on to make it a dare, stating that I should be secure enough in my masculinity to make it through at least one day in her panties. After all, no one else would know.

I agreed reluctantly and after she explained that the label is always on the left side, I slipped into a pair of her bikini panties, French cut - with lace trim. As I pulled them up my legs, I was quite surprised at just how good they felt as they cradled my private parts, while at the same time, allowing a small breeze through the fabric and into the crack of my ass. Mine were just too thick for that to happen.

As the day progressed, I began to actually enjoy the feel of the panties even more, to the point of sporting a constant hard on all day and mandating a date with "Five Finger Mary" on at least two occasions while at work.

When I returned home, nothing was said about the panties, although I'm sure Carol noticed that I did not ask about my underwear and was in no hurry to take her's off. However she did inform me, late in the evening, that her schedule had totally fallen apart again and that she had been unable to go shopping. When she first mentioned this, I didn't even think about tomorrow's underwear situation until almost midnight. Even then the prospect was pleasant to think about.

The following morning I grabbed another clean pair of her panties without saying a word, and wore them just like the day before. That day, being a saturday, was spent with my wife and around noon we ended up in a heavy petting situation during which Carol finally verbalized the fact that she knew I was once again wearing her panties even before she copped a feel.

Carol jokingly suggested that since I was obviously enjoying wearing her panties, then maybe I should have some of my own. But before we made a special trip out to buy them, perhaps I should try some of her other things as well.

To make a long story short, I was so horny that I began thinking with my little head, instead of the one one my shoulders, and ended up letting her talk me into, not only her panties, but a padded bra, girdle, pantyhose, and slip as well. She then talked me into topping every thing off with a mini-dress, both as a gag and to be more presentable around the house. At that point she conveniently added a wig, just in case someone saw me through the window. I was assured that this was just for around the house and strictly between the two of us.

As the morning and early afternoon progressed Carol began feeding me some rather stout scotch and sodas in order to eventually get me into some makeup, supposedly just to see how I would look. We then found a pair of her two inch heels that I could fit into so that we could lounge around the back yard. I spent the rest of the afternoon and the entire evening in this outfit, hornier than I had ever been in my life. As afternoon began to fade into evening, my wife reminded me that we still needed to go to the store and pick up laundry detergent and I readily agreed to go with her. I was so relaxed and comfortable that I had momentarily forgotten how I was dressed.

When it finally dawned on me what I was wearing I figured, "Why Not?", After all, she had called all the shots correctly so far. Besides, this outfit had me so turned on that I really didn't want to get out of it unless absolutely necessary.

As soon as Carol realized that I was willing to go as I was, she ran me through the shower and behind a razor, from the waist down, then redressed me in a clean but similar outfit and re-applied my makeup. Then we went to the market, just us girls.

Once at the store, I actually found myself doing everything I could to keep her away from the laundry aisle, every time she headed in that direction, I was able to sidetrack her until she no longer seemed to realize what we came in here for. Consequently we repeated this adventure the next day and finally picked up the detergent we needed.

As we left the store, on this second trip, Carol asked me to take her to the mall. Since I had been successful at passing as a woman on the last two outings, I quickly agreed, and noticed a wicked grin on Carol's face as I did.

Once at the mall, we made our way to the women's department of one of the local stores and Carol bought three complete outfits (Bra, Girdle, Slip, Garter etc.), two dozen pair of panties and twelve pair of nylons, to go with the three dresses, two skirts, four blouses, three camisoles and two pair of shoes. By that point, I was so pleased with the events of the last two days that I more than happy to see her buy herself some new clothes.

However, when we got home, I was advised that all this stuff was for "Mikki", a new, part time, name that she had dropped on me along with the clothes. At that time, all but three pair of my jockey's were thrown in the trash, the remaining jockey's were to be saved for situations where I would have no choice but to wear them, such as the doctor's office and our health club locker room. I have never bothered or desired to replace the jockey's.

Carol and "Mikki", continue to shop and run around together. Even though I dress as "Mike" on the outside, I always dress as "Mikki" underneath, sometimes even a bra and camisole slip will help complete Mike's outfit, whenever I think I can do it safely.

As far as sex is concerned, it has never been better. Carol is even beginning to wonder if "Mikki" perhaps has latent lesbian tendencies, after all - she is such a slut in bed.


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