Now SHE knows

This story is for people like me. I am a man (or at least, a biological male) who likes to dress up in female underwear for the purpose of sexual gratification.

If you are like me, this fantasy is not just for you, it is about you. You are the starring role. Your desire to wear women's underwear is your little secret. Up to now, at least, no-one else knows what you long to do. Unfortunately you don't get many opportunities since you got married.

But, as you will discover, there is another character in the story. A woman.

Not just any woman. You and she know each other. She probably suspected you were a secret sissy. But she didn't know for sure.

She does now.

And who is she? Well, that's for you to decide. I'll give you some suggestions at the end of the story.

Let's just say for now that she makes a discovery. She finds out about your naughty secret in a way that leaves no room for doubt.

She knows about you, and you know she knows.

And that, of course, changes the nature of the way you and she interact. After all, knowledge is power. Power over you.

And because I have given you the power to decide her identity, I will offer you a number of different scenarios. You can re-live the fantasy as often as you like and may enjoy choosing different scenarios.

But whoever you decide she is, the consequences of her new knowledge will be different according to her identity and her relationship with you.

But that's enough of an introduction. Don't forget that YOU are the male character in the story.

PREVIOUSLY

As a young teenage boy you tried on some of your mother's underwear. Of course, this was usually only possible if you were left alone in the house, so the opportunities to put a pair of knickers on were few and far between.

But very memorable.

One pair of your mother's knickers was particularly enjoyable. Soft, silky and smooth. Pink with a little bow at the front of the waistband. Little frills around the elasticated waistband. They felt so nice to wear. Much better than your own underpants.

The silky material caressed the cheeks of your bottom. And your little cock got hard. You were very lucky not to leave a sticky mess in them.

Later, when you were a university student, you took a bus to the next town and plucked up enough courage to buy some knickers at Marks & Spencer's.

And later still, after your mother died, you "helped" your father by offering to take away her clothes to take to a charity shop in a different town. This would avoid the possibility of your father seeing another woman wearing what he recognised as his late wife's coat in his home town.

And, of course you helped yourself to any garments that fitted before you donated the remainder.

When you married, you had to get rid of most of the stock of clothes you had built up. But there were a few key items you couldn't let go. They were kept in a small locked case hidden in the garage of your house.

And there they stayed, waiting for your opportunity to arrive. The case has been there some time. You haven't opened it since you got married. But you haven't forgotten about it.

Your wife has quite a senior position in a large company. That's really why you have no children.

Now your opportunity to indulge yourself will soon arrive! Your wife is being sent to a different country for a week-long training course.

You make some preparations. You order a few items from Amazon. They will be delivered to an Amazon Locker, so that you can collect them after you have dropped your wife off at the airport.

It's an evening flight on the Saturday, so by the time you have collected your online purchases it is quite late. You retrieve the case with your stash from the garage and take everything up to the bedroom.

UPSTAIRS

You unlock your case and check that your stash is in good condition.

All is well.

There are several pairs of knickers. You select the pink knickers you retrieved from your mother's collection. They were always your favourite.

You also take out your mother's suspender-belt. It has front fastening hooks and eyes and laces at the back. The laces ensure that it's always a good fit for you.

There are several pairs of tan stockings in the stash, but you don't need these. You've ordered a couple of pairs of black stockings from Amazon.

The last item you need from your stash is your bra. It used to be your mother's but you've had to adapt it so that it fits you. You'd bought some bra-extenders, which you can insert between the fastenings of the back straps of the bra to make the straps long enough to fit your chest size. You'd cut some foam to fill the bra-cups, then carefully sewn some cloth panels behind the cups to keep the foam falsies in place. You're quite pleased with this piece of handiwork.

You wouldn't normally have the patience to this sort of sewing work, but it's easier when you're wearing a skirt, knickers and stockings to do so.

You put all these items on the chair beside the bed. They are a bit cold from being in the garage.

Now you check your Amazon purchases.

Firstly, there's a French Maid's dress. It is black with a white apron front attached. It's made from a quite stretchy material as it's clearly intended to fit maids of the male gender. You put it on a hanger and hang it on the wardrobe door. It's very short - even shorter than you expected it to be.

You only need one pair of the black stockings, so you put the spare pack in your stash case.

The last item is a pair of black shoes. They have 3-inch heels. That's a good inch more than you've ever worn before.

But you're not ready to get dressed yet. You need to shave first.

You get undressed and then stand in the shower cubicle and soap your legs well. You shave your legs carefully, then you turn on the shower to rinse off.

But now you decide to shave off your pubic hair. You coat your cock and balls with shower gel and start working with the razor. You discover that pubic hairs grow in all directions, so you need to use the razor in different directions. You need to apply more shower gel and use your stiff cock like a joystick to get everywhere with the razor.

And of course, as you're manipulating your cock you keep thinking about the knickers waiting for you in the bedroom.

You can't help yourself. Moments later you are watching the shower water rinsing away your cum. Your erection is rapidly diminishing.

You dry yourself off with a towel. Now you are feeling very tired.

Back in the bedroom, you put on your pink knickers. The feel very soothing with your shrivelled cock nestling in the gusset. You get into bed and are soon asleep.

Next morning you wake up feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep. Your cock and balls feel very comfortable, nestled in your silky knickers. Soon your cock is very hard. But you know that you need to hold back. You want to save that erection as long as possible.

You get out of bed and carefully remove your knickers. You shave your face, then take your razor into the shower. You carefully shave your balls again, including the space between your legs and between the cheeks of your bottom.

The skin covering your hairless balls feels smooth and soft. If women had balls, surely they'd be like yours are now. It feels good, doesn't it? To have soft feminine balls. They'll soon be encased in suitably feminine knickers.

But back in the bedroom, you see that your pink knickers are slightly cum-stained. You must have been dreaming during the night. They will need washing, so you select another pair from your stash. A white pair. Not from your mother's collection. You actually stole these from your neighbour's washing line. It gives you a thrill to put them on. What would she think if she knew you were wearing them now?

You need to pull them down a little in order to put on your suspender-belt. You fasten the front hooks, then start tightening the laces. You tighten them enough to ensure that the suspender-belt will stay securely in place, but not so tight that you can't reach to put your stockings on. You tie the laces in a bow behind your back. You get a little thrill as the laces tickle your bottom. You pull your knickers backup, threading your suspenders through the elasticated leg-holes.

Now you put on your bra. Yes, you can still fasten the hooks behind your back. Like a woman.

Your foundation garments are now in place. Your suspender-belt is laced up and you can feel the gentle (but firm) grip of your bra straps. And now you have a bust.

You carefully remove your black stockings from the pack. They have back seams, so you carefully gather up one stocking over your thumbs, and then deploy the nylon up your leg, making sure that the seam is straight.

As you do this, your arms touch your filled bra cups, reminding you again that you have a bust. A prominent bust that slightly gets in the way sometimes.

You fasten your suspender clasps to your stocking-top. You put on the other stocking. Now you adjust the suspenders so that they are nice and taut, remembering that the back suspenders need to be slack enough for you to bend and to sit down.

Now you reach for the maid's dress. It has to be put on over your head. You pull the garment down over your bust and then pull the skirt down over you knickers. Well, actually it doesn't really cover much of your knickers. The bodice fits quite snugly over your bust.

You step into your heels. Immediately you feel the shape of your legs has changed. And the shape of your bottom. You can tell that it sticks out more now.

You walk carefully over to the mirror. Slowly, in those unfamiliar high heels. With each step your knickers caress your bottom. And your suspenders tug on taut stocking-tops alternately.

Now you can see how just how short dress the dress is. You can see almost all the front of your knickers. The hemline looks shorter at the front. Perhaps it's because of your shapely bust straining at the bodice of your dress. Turning round and looking over your shoulder you can see your pretty little bottom encased in your silky knickers.

Pity your bottom isn't bigger. More girly.

Turning back you can see how your erection is straining at your knickers. You can see how your creamy hairless thighs are framed between your dark stocking-tops and your shiny white knickers.

But you know that you must look but not touch. Your throbbing cock will not need much encouragement to gush copiously. You don't want your girly adventure to be over so soon.

You pick up your cum-stained pink knickers and carefully make your way to the stairs. Fortunately there is a handrail at both sides of the staircase, so you can slowly go down the stairs in your heels, a hand on each rail, one hand also holding your pink knickers.

You are just stepping down from the fourth step to the fifth step when SHE steps into view. Obviously she has been waiting downstairs just out of sight. And now she knows what turns you on.

From where she is standing she can see even more of what you're wearing than what you saw in the mirror. You can't quickly turn and go back upstairs again. Not in those heels. You put your hands in front of your knickers. Your erection has suddenly subsided.

"No don't try and cover your knickers," she orders. "Hold both handrails."

She beckons you to continue down the stairs. She is now videoing you with her mobile phone.

DOWNSTAIRS

As you reach the bottom of stairs, you find that you are standing very close to her. You gasp as her fingers fondle the front of your knickers. Despite your predicament, your cock starts to stiffen again.

[Scenario 1]

Your wife must have noticed that items in her underwear drawer and wardrobe were not always as neatly arranged as she had left them. Perhaps she also found your stash?

She set a trap for you. She invented the story about an overseas training trip. She just stayed in an airport hotel overnight and took a taxi home after an early breakfast. She knew that Sunday would be your only opportunity to strut about the house all day.

Wearing the sort of clothes and underwear that you really like.

The maid will be doing a lot of housework from now on weekends and evenings.

Your wife will provide you with more conventional dresses for when she sends you out shopping. And as your wardrobe fills up with womenswear, some of your male clothes will have to be disposed of to make room. And, of course, you won't be wearing any male underwear from now on. Knickers AND stockings every day.

She'll get you a wig - at least until your hair is long enough to be styled.

And you'll learn about how to put on your own make-up. You won't have to wear it at work. At least, not yet. Apart from some eyebrow pencil, as your formerly bushy eyebrows have been heavily trimmed.

Maybe you'll get those bouncy silicone boobies you've been dreaming of. Although that might only be when your wearing dresses and skirts full time.

[Other scenarios - but you realise that your wife must have arranged this set-up. After all, the lady who is holding your cock had a door-key to get into the house.]

[Scenario 2]

SHE is your mother-in-law. Your wife sent her round to check up on you. She gave her a key so she could let herself in quietly.

Mother-in-law always thought you were a bit of a wimp, didn't she?

But now she knows your are a real sissy. Not just a cross-dresser.

You weren't pretending to be a woman, were you?

Not in that ridiculously short skirt with all your knickers on display. Only a sissy would want to display so much of her underwear.

She's moved in to live with you and your wife now.

You are the maid now.

For your wife and mother-in-law

All the time.

You wear your maid's dress every day.

You help each mistress to dress, kneeling in front of her to fasten her stockings to her suspenders. Your face is inches from her knickers which cling to her smooth feminine curves. Not like your own knickers which have a stiffening cock in them.

When you go out shopping with your wife and her mother. You have to carry most of the shopping bags.

You don't wear your maid's dress out in public. In fact, you don't wear a dress at all. Just a short loose-fitting raincoat. Your coat is so loose-fitting that it almost feels that your underwear is on public view. You are VERY aware of the underwear you have on. Bra, knickers and stockings.

Your mother-in-law has a dildo. Shaped like a real cock. It needs to be lubricated before use. You have to do this for her with your mouth. You have to push the dildo as far into your mouth as you can.

Just like you are sucking a cock.

And when mother-in-law has finished satisfying her needs, the dildo needs cleaning.

You have to suck cock again.

And when visitors come to the house, you have to serve them with drinks.

In your maid's dress.

Sometimes the visitors are ladies coming to see your mother-in-law. They are always amused to see the maid showing off her underwear. They know her daughter's husband is the sissy maid.

Your wife's visitors are often men. They are also amused at the sight of you.

Many visitors (of whichever gender) fondle the maid, stroking (or sometimes pinching) his bottom through his silky knickers.

Some of them like to make your cock hard, so that it strains against the front of your silky knickers.

Some of the male visitors stay overnight.

You don't get to fuck your wife any more.

You sleep in the small bedroom.

[Scenario 3]

SHE is your cousin.

When your wife told her she was going to be away for a few days, SHE said she would call round to check that you were OK.

Your wife was delighted.

She told her about her suspicions and lent her a key.

And told her just wear to stand. Out of sight. Ready to surprise you.

Yor sister and cousin are both a couple of years older than you. Remember how they used to dress you up as a little girl?

You pretended you didn't really like it at the time. But it's probably what started your interest in wearing girly things.

She doesn't need to dress you up in girly things now, does she?

You've done that for yourself.

And now she's on the phone to your sister. She's on her way to the house as well.

They put lots of make-up on your face.

But they make you take the dress off first.

And when they're done, they help you step into your dress and zip you up. Hands touch your bottom. And elsewhere.

And they take lots of pictures to send to your wife.

They are giggling all the time.

And some of the pictures end up on social media.

[Scenario 4]

SHE is the milf from next door.

You remember that she has a spare key.

In case of emergencies.

And this IS now an emergency. For you.

But she looks quite pleased with what she's found.

She can immediately see that you're wearing her knickers that you stole from her washing line.

Her beckoning finger instructs you to follow her back to her house.

"I suspected that it was you who purloined my underwear," she said.

She takes you up to her bedroom.

She slips out of her dress.

She is wearing bra, knickers, suspenders and stockings.

She has a luscious figure. She stokes her crotch through her knickers.

"Make your cock hard for me," she says.

You fondle your cock. It's already starting to get hard just looking at her.

"Lie on the bed."

You do as you're told. You have an erection now.

She takes off her knickers and steps over to the bed holding them.

Your cock gets even harder.

She pulls down your knickers and straddles your body.

She rubs the knickers she has just taken off in your face as her juicy cunt slides down the shaft of your cock.

The knickers are still warm and bear the musky smell of her body.

"Stay hard," she orders.

But you can't hold back very long.

After all, your were almost ready to cum while you were starting to descend the stairs.

You can feel her cunt muscles gripping your shrinking cock after you have gushed inside her.

And when she's squeezed what she can out of you, she moves up to replace the knickers that were over your face with her warm crotch.

"Lick me clean, now," she orders.

This takes some time.

Finally she gets up. She puts on a clean pair of knickers. And gives you a clean pair to put on as well. She puts her dress back on,

"Now there are several pairs of underwear that need washing," she says. "Including the pairs in the laundry basket."

"They need to be hand washed, then carefully rinsed. Then you can peg them on the washing line."

It was clear that you had to wash them. After all, you are dressed as a maid.

She supervises the laundry work.

And when you go into the garden to peg the washing on the line she says "I'm just off to the shops."

You hear the door being locked.

And when you have finished hanging out the last pair of her knickers, you realise that you can't get back into her house.

And you see that there is a padlock on the garden gate. That wasn't there before, was it? She probably fitted it after someone stole underwear off her washing line.

Remember?

And even if you can find a way out of her garden, you can't get back into your house either, because she still has the spare key to your house.

And there isn't really any place to hide.

And the garden is overlooked by several other houses.

And you have been seen by a neighbour.

And she's probably been phoning round because there are soon several faces at several windows.

Taking pictures of a sissy maid stranded in a garden.

And you can guess where those pictures will already be appearing.

[Scenario 5]

SHE is your secretary from work.

Your wife told her of her suspicions, gave her a key and asked her to come round to check up on you. She had a cover story that she needed an urgent signature.

But the cover story wasn't needed. Because your wife was correct in her suspicions.

And now your secretary knows about the sissy things you like to wear.

She insists that you wear knickers under your male clothes every day.

There will be regular checks. When instructed, you'll have to drop your trousers in her office so she can check you're complying with the dress code.

And by the time your wife gets back home, you are wearing women's trousers when you're at work.

They're closely fitting around the crotch and bottom area but the legs will be quite wide and flared. Your male bulge will be accentuated where the garment is not designed to enclose one.

At the rear, especially if you bend forward, there's the obvious outline of the elastic at your knicker legs, your back suspenders, and the seam of the gusset of your knickers.

And of course the trousers have no fly front so that impossible to pee standing up.

And when all your colleagues can tell that you're wearing women's trousers, you may as well decide to abandon all pretence at masculinity and go to work in a skirt.

Perhaps you boss (a lady) needs a new secretary?

[Scenario 6?]

Maybe there's someone else - another lady that you'd be very embarrassed (or stimulated) if she saw you showing off your pretty underwear. And only you know where that might lead to.

CONCLUSION

Whoever your she is, she now knows all about your naughtiness. And she will use that knowledge to her advantage.

As I said before, knowledge is power. Her power over you.

With her discovery, you know that you have started on a journey.

And it soon becomes clear that you only have a one-way ticket.