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I had tried to keep our new relationship secret from my mother as I knew she would want to become involved. She had never accepted Michael as good enough for me and had always regarded him as hopeless and effeminate. Michael was also desperate to keep his crossdressing secret as he has never got on with her but she inevitably found out and took great pleasure in revealing this to him in a public place. I had told him to meet her by the lifts on the ground floor of the department store. To his immediate consternation, she took him straight to the ladies wear department. She spotted a manikin model displaying a beautiful full length cream silky nightdress with matching negligee. The negligee had a lace edge and was tied at the top with thin ribbons. She ran her fingers down the lace edging. "Oh what lovely lingerie. You know your physique is actually really similar to hers Michael. I can't imagine what Angela would say if she found you wearing a frock" she laughed and then observed the obvious look of shock on his face. She then searched the adjacent rail and picked out a size 16. "What do you think of this" she said teasingly. "It's very pretty" he said nervously. "It is unisex you know - well at least if you include sissy boys who prefer a silky nightie to pyjamas" she smiled at him knowingly. "I don't know what you mean" he stammered. "I'm afraid I know that you are just such a man, Michael. It's OK , I don't have a problem with it or anything - I just wish you had been more honest with my daughter. I think she had the right to know on her wedding day, that you should been wearing the white silk and petticoats walking up the isle. So let's not play games anymore." His face was crimson and he looked straight down at the floor. "Now it is your birthday on Sunday and I have always struggled to know what to buy you - but not anymore. Now, do you prefer the peach or the pink? Maybe I should ring Angela to check on your dress size." she said in a matter-of-fact tone. She reached for her mobile and had called me before he had a chance to object. "She thinks you are a 14 to 16 but she's not sure. She says that you should really try it on to be on the safe side." "No - you can't be serious ..I can't.. I won't" he whimpered. "Oh dear, Angela said this might happen. You will do as you are told, Michael." she snapped. She took him firmly by the hand and gave him the pink nightdress with the sheer pink negligee. He held it away from himself as far as possible as they made their way through the maze of bras and petticoats to reach the changing rooms. The salesgirl was a young, pretty girl, beautifully made-up with long blonde hair. She had red lipstick and was wearing a very feminine sheer blouse through which her lacy bra was clearly visible. He struggled to look her in the eye. "I assume it will be acceptable for my son-in-law to try on this nightdress" she stated assertively. The girl was obviously shocked. "Madam. I don't think he can - we do have other customers to consider." She looked at Michael with obvious surprise. "Well I consider this to be sexual discrimination. I would like to speak to your supervisor please" she snapped. In her 4 inch black heels, she sashayed her way across to an adjacent stand and spoke to an older colleague Her beauty and extreme femininity somehow made it even worse for him. She then returned to them looking distinctly amused by the situation. "Yes that will be fine, We have a separate room you can use, sir" she said politely. She showed him to a nearby store room full of bras and petticoats. They went inside and the door shut automatically behind them. They were alone together as she took the lingerie from him and hung it for him on a near-by full length mirror. "Don't want it getting creased do we. Let me know if you need any help - can't wait to see you" she smiled sweetly. Several minutes later he had undressed and slipped into the pretty lingerie. With trembling fingers, he tied together the flimsy ribbons at the neck of the negligee. My mother walked straight in, deliberately opening the door wide enough to expose him to the young salesgirl, who just happened to be standing outside. "Oh Michael, what a pathetic creature you are. Stand up properly and let me see the real you." she said disdainfully. He stood up and the long pink silk nightdress and negligee swept down to his feet - he looked and felt achingly feminine. He placed both hands over his face in a pointless attempt to somehow hide behind them. She pulled them away to reveal the pretty bow at the top of his negligee. "Oh look you've even tied your negligee with a pretty bow. Angela said you like things tied at the neck, especially cardigans. She said how subservient you when you are dressed." There was a knock on the door. He was close to tears as the young salesgirl poked her head around the door and handed my mother the same lingerie set but this time in a pale peach colour. She couldn't help steal a further look at him and her eyes widened with amazement as she observed his ultra-feminine appearance in the pretty nightgown and negligee. My mother enjoyed every minute of his intense humiliation and bought the lingerie for him. Yours truly, Angela S - Hampshire. Thank you for your lovely letter Angela. I think it's very encourageing that your mother is involved in your husbands' feminization. We all hope to hear more from you in the future. Auntie Helga |