My wife and I had rented out a room. A nice young man was living there, and we got along well with him. He had his quirks—sometimes he’d come home with a girlfriend, and she’d bring a boyfriend along.
My wife was skilled at hypnosis; she was a psychiatrist and still used it to treat trauma and such, so she was very good with people.
I jokingly asked my wife if we couldn’t make him a little more feminine—maybe that would make things a little calmer around the house.
Jacqueline was sitting on the chair in the living room and looked at me with an expression that said, “I can work with this.”
“So, to sum it up, I live with my husband and a young man, and you want less testosterone in the house,” I nodded in agreement. She continued, “You want me to use hypnosis and such for that—which is actually my job.”
I replied, “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean, and if you handle it smartly, it’ll seem like his own idea and no one will bat an eye.” She looked at me, and before I knew it, we were locked in a passionate kiss.
The rest of the day went on as usual, and we didn’t talk about it again after that.
A day or two later, I suddenly notice the clothes rack in our room. It’s covered entirely with pantyhose and stockings. They seem thinner than the ones Jacqueline usually wears. I take one down and notice how incredibly soft they feel. I brush it across my face and am startled by my body’s reaction; I quickly hang it back up.
I ask her during dinner, “What’s that laundry rack doing in our bedroom? And is whatever’s hanging on it yours?”
She gives me a defiant look, “I was cleaning out the laundry closet, that’s why. They’re soft, aren’t they?” she says very sweetly. I feel my face flush and say as calmly as possible, “Yeah, they are.”
Otherwise, everything goes normally, though I feel a bit awkward. She’s going to a friend’s house tonight, which she does quite often. I’m staying home; I usually go for a run or something, but I can’t bring myself to do it.
She gives me a kiss before she leaves, and I go back to watching TV and playing with my phone...
After a while, I go upstairs to take a shower, and then I want to read a book in bed until she gets home.
I walk up the stairs and on the landing......
Hmm, that’s not her style, so I pick it up and take it with me to the bathroom. I toss it in the laundry basket and put the shoes in front of it. I undress, and my curiosity gets the better of me—I take it out of the laundry basket and put it on. Underneath is a purple dress she wore today; it still smells of perfume. I put that on too. The feeling that washes over me is indescribable. I slip on the heels, and before I know it, I’m standing in our bedroom, admiring myself in the mirror. The phone rings; it’s Jacqueline. “Can you take a look? I think I forgot to turn off the gas under the stew.” I walk downstairs and turn off the gas. “You sound nervous.” I tell her I was just about to hop in the shower, that I’m now walking around the house half-naked, and that there’s still some of her stuff lying on the landing. She laughs and says, “Half-naked, so you’re wearing my pantyhose.” I laugh back a little nervously and say, jokingly, “Sure.”
Nothing much happened in the weeks that followed—well, the only thing that kept my attention was the rack in the bedroom, which would occasionally provide me with a bit of a distraction, usually with a dress or a skirt and a blouse that I’d fish out of the laundry basket.
Until one evening during dinner she said, “Do you remember what you suggested about two months ago, that thing about too much testosterone?” I looked almost surprised and pretended I didn’t remember, “Explain it to me, refresh my memory.”
“Never mind,” she said, “it seemed like a fun idea, but if you’ve already forgotten it! I had the ultimate point of no return in mind—rubbing my panty-clad foot over his nose and then telling him what to do. I’m sure that would’ve been fun; then he’d immediately understand what else happened, and there’d be absolutely no turning back.” I started laughing, “How are you even going to get a panty-clad foot on his nose? But oh well, I guess it didn’t work out anyway,” I added with a chuckle.
“Go lie down on the couch,” she said, “I’ll clean up, and you can think about whether you have a better plan, because before you know it...” she broke off her sentence, and I felt her pantyhose-clad foot slip under my pant leg. For a moment, I thought she’d realized I was wearing pantyhose under my pants, but then she walked away.
I did what she suggested and lay down on the couch. Not long after, she was done. She stood next to me, and before I knew it...
I sensed what was happening and immediately thought, “Oh no…” She smiled and said, “Go upstairs and get changed—you know what to wear now; it’s on the bed… Testetron has been away from home for a few weeks, so it seemed like the right time to me.” I got up and walked automatically toward the bedroom…
When I came downstairs, she immediately said she’d like a glass of wine and that we needed to talk for a moment...
I poured the drink and sat down next to her. We looked at each other, and I felt a little awkward, but Jacqueline clearly didn’t.
We kissed. She told me she didn’t regret what had happened, that it wasn’t exactly what she’d intended, but that she didn’t want to put all her eggs in one basket. Look, with hypnosis, it’s just the way it is: if you don’t want it yourself, it doesn’t happen. Now take a look at yourself and answer honestly—do you feel comfortable right now?
I nodded in agreement and added that it still feels a bit awkward, but strangely enough, it also feels familiar. I also mentioned that I wanted more than just to be a sissy maid—I wanted to be her girlfriend, too. She placed her hand on my leg and rubbed it reassuringly, “Don’t be afraid.” There was a knock at the door, and Jacqueline immediately called out, “Come in.” I felt a little awkward, but that vanished the moment he stepped inside.
“See, that's what I meant,” she said. “I didn't expect things to be going so well for both of you. I could tell that Pauline—I suppose I can call him that now—was also getting excited by what he saw and what had happened to him. Pauline sat down, and I stood up and walked over to her to ask for a drink.” But before I knew it, something happened that I could never have imagined. I heard Jacqueline in the background say, “If you don’t like it, step back—but be sweet and gentle with Claudia, Pauline.” I was overcome with pleasure—two beautiful women and that wonderful feeling......
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