Another Sissy Husband

Karen Jensen

"No! I won't do it!" I responded to my stepdaughter.

"Mom," she whined turning to my wife. "It's the only way I can get this
finished."

"Justin." my wife turned to me. "The request is perfectly reasonable. Do
it!"

"But I'm a man. I can't put on  a dress."

"It's only so she can hem it. You do want Rosa to look nice for her
school dance, don't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"And the two of you are the same size and she obviously can't hem it
while she is wearing it."

"But she is taller than I am. If she uses me as a model the dress will be
too short."

It was quite embarrassing actually. Rosa was about an inch taller than me
and Amanda, my wife was 3 inches taller.

"I can compensate for that," replied Rosa.

"No. I'm not going to wear a dress. And that is final!"

I folded my arms and made it clear there was to be no further discussion.
I knew I had to take a stand and did it.

Amanda turned to me.

"Tell me Justin, what happened the last time you disobeyed me?"

I swallowed hard remembering the humiliating incident.

"Answer me!" she shouted.

I jumped back, suddenly frightened.

"You...you spanked me."

"And what did you do?"

"I...I cried."

The memory was close to bringing tears to my eyes and I could hear Rosa
giggling.

"Would you like another spanking?"

"No," I whispered.

"Then remove your clothes!"

"Here? In front of Rosa?"

"Yes, you have wasted enough time with your arguing. Besides, you don't
have much to hide."

I felt myself blush as I slowly stripped down to my boxers. Rosa quickly
slipped the dress over my head and zipped it up the back. It was a red
strapless a-line mini dress.

"This won't due," said Rosa. "He has no boobs to fill out the top and his
boxers are showing. I can't hem it like that."

"Rosa, get your step father a pair of panties and a strapless bra. In
fact, while you are at it, get him pantyhose and the heels you will wear.
That way you can accurately gage the length of the skirt."

"And you, Justin, remove the dress and your boxers."

I waited for her to unzip the dress and pulled it over my head. I then
reached for my own clothes. I had had enough.

"What do you think you are doing Justin?" asked my wife.

"There is no way I am going to wear all that girlie stuff. Real men don't
do that. I am going to put on my clothes and go out. Rosa can find
another model."

"I am tired of your complaining. You will do as I say."

Amanda put the dress down on the table. Before I could react, she grabbed
my arm and while sitting down, easily pulled me across her lap. She
pulled down my boxers and began to spank me. She alternated between both
cheeks and the backs of my thighs. I lost count quickly of how many times
she hit me but it did not take long before I was crying, kicking and
screaming like a baby and begging her to stop. I promised I would do
anything she wanted. When she finally stopped, she pushed me off her lap
and onto the floor.

By this time, Rosa had returned with the other feminine garments I was to
wear. She looked at my naked groin and began to laugh.

"Wow! He is really tiny, isn't he mom?"

"Well, he won't win any contests for size," my wife replied.

"Seriously, he is no bigger than some of the boys I baby sit and they
aren't even 10 years old. How does he satisfy you, Mom?"

"He has a talented tongue, Rosa. Now get back to your sewing project."

Rosa threw a pair of panties at me and told me to put them on. I took the
panties and slipped them on. It was a red thong, the same color as the
dress. She ordered me to stand and wrapped a red strapless bra around my
chest. She padded it with tissue to give the illusion of breasts.

Then she showed me how to put on the pantyhose and had me step into a
pair of red pumps with three inch heels. She helped me stand and once I
had my balance she slipped the dress over my head and zipped it up.

It was at that point that I realized the curtains were open and anyone
walking by the house could see me.

"P..please Amanda, can we close the drapes. I don't want anyone to see me
like this."

"No, I need the light to read and Rosa needs it to do her hemming. You
will just have to deal with it."

"I have an idea mom. Justin is kind of effeminate looking, if we comb his
hair a little differently and put some makeup on him, anyone walking by
will think he is a girl, and not just a sissy."

"I'm not a sissy!"

"Oh really. How many real men would allow their wife to spank them the
way mom just did to you."

Before I could respond, Amanda gave me a choice. "Girl or sissy, Justin.
Decide now!"

Realizing I was in a no win situation I opted to look like a girl.

Rosa took me into her room and sat me at the vanity. There she combed my
longish hair into a more feminine style and applied makeup to my face. I
was not terribly surprised at how feminine I looked. I wasn't going to be
walking down any runway, but anyone seeing me would have little  doubt
that my gender was female.

She grab bed my hand and led me back to the front room. The she helped me
onto the stool she was using and went about marking the hem of the dress.
When she was done marking, she had me step down from the step stool and
unzipped the dress. She carefully lifted it over my head and went off to
sew it.

I tried to remove the bra before Amanda stopped me.

"You need to stay dressed so Rosa can check the hem when she is finished
sewing it."

"But I am cold like this," I replied looking for an excuse to put on my
own clothes."

"Wait here! And don't touch your clothes. I will be right back."

Amanda was gone about 5 minutes and threw some piece of clothing at me.
It was a dress. A short black dress with long sleeves and a straight
skirt.

"Here! You can wear this!"

It was not a suggestion. I slipped the dress over my head and started
walking out of the room so I could get away from the front window.

"Wait!" she commanded.

I stopped.

"You walk very well in those heels. When  have you worn them before?

"N..never. R..really," I lied, hoping she would drop the subject.

She stood up and walked toward me.

"No one walks as well as you do in 3 inch heels without practice. Now I
want to hear all about it or I will have no hesitation at introducing you
to Mr. Hairbrush. Do you understand, Justine?"

I nodded, unable to speak. The memories came flooding back, too close to
the surface and I feared I would start to cry.

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I was eight years old. My twin sister and I were to be flower girl and
ring bearer at my cousin Britney's wedding.  Jane, my sister, hated  the
dress she was to wear. In fact, she hated wearing dresses at all. She was
a tomboy. Though it pains me to admit it, she was more boy than I was.
She was a better athlete, stronger, and could easily beat me up.  Twins
are supposed to be  very close, but we weren't. We were more rivals than
friends.

On the day of the wedding, mom dressed us before she dressed and told us
not to get dirty. Jane was wearing a frilly white dress that came halfway
between her knees and ankles. She wore white tights and a white petticoat
underneath. On her feet she wore white MaryJane shoes. I was wearing a
white suit with short pants, white knee socks and white saddle shoes. I
didn't like my clothes any more than Jane liked hers. I thought I looked
like a sissy, but neither of us had a choice.

Uncle Ted, mom's brother and Britney's father, offered to take us to the
church early so mom could help Britney and her mom. When we got to the
church Uncle Ted told us to stay clean and  out of trouble. Jane grabbed
my hand and led us to a house in the back of the church where the
minister lived. She rang the bell and noone answered. The door was
unlocked and she pulled me inside.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered me and began to take off her dress.

"Why?"

"We're going to change clothes. You will be the flower girl and I will be
the ring bearer," she said with a big grin.

"No way!" I said and turned to walk out of the house. She tackled me from
behind and sat on my back, forcing my face to the floor. By this time she
had removed her dress and petticoat.

"Are you going to do what I tell you?"

I didn't respond but tried to throw her off me. I had no leverage and she
laughed at my ineffectual struggle.

"Well are you?"

"No, get off me."

She twisted my ear and I yelled, "I won't stop until you agree to change
clothes with me."

Then she grabbed the other ear and started twisting both at the same
time. The pain was too much and crying, I agreed to do as she said.

She climbed off me, but warned me if I tried to run she would really beat
me up. Knowing she wasn't kidding, I slowly took off my clothes and put
on hers. She even made me wear her panties. The final indignation was
when she added the barrettes she was wearing to my hair.

We stayed in the house until we heard Uncle Ted calling for us. Then she
grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the church. By the time we got
there it was time for the wedding to start and mom had no time to make us
switch back. I was so embarrassed walking down the aisle strewing flowers
while Jane walked next to  me holding the rings with a big smile on her
face.

This was the first, but not the last time she made me wear girl's
clothing. I was helpless to stop her. Complaints to my mom were met with
the response that we had to work out our relationship on our own.

Then there was the Halloween when we were going to a party as Raggedy Ann
and Andy. She had her girlfriends delay my coming home from school and
when I got there she was in the Andy costume, leaving Raggedy Ann for me
to wear. Again, my protests to mom fell on deaf ears and I went to the
party wearing the Raggedy Ann dress and wig.

By the time we were 15, Jane was embracing her femininity. She was hardly
what you would call a girly-girl, but did not mind wearing skirts and
dresses and looking more feminine. Unfortunately for me, this did not
stop her from bullying me and often forcing me to wear her clothes. I
think she got off on the power trip. I had stopped complaining to mom
since all she would say was that I had to stand up for myself. I just
couldn't seem to do it with Jane, or to be honest, with anyone else.

When we were 16, for the first time, mom left us alone when she went on a
2 week-long vacation, and told us not to get into any trouble.  I dreaded
it. Mom left me in charge because I was 8 minutes older than Jane, but I
knew being alone with her did not bode well for me.

The first couple of days were ok. I stayed away from her, only seeing her
at meals. Of course, I had to wash and dry the dishes, but that was minor
compared to what she could have made me do, and as I was to find out.

She came home from the beach all excited. I was in my room playing video
games when she burst in, not bothering to knock.

"Are you still playing those stupid games?"

"What's it to you. I'm not hurting you."

"Whatever. Get in the shower. We're going out tonight."

I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Wh..what do you mean?"

"I met this cute guy at the beach and we're going on a date with him and
his brother. They are also twins. Isn't that great?"

"No. I'm not going out with a boy. You know I'm not gay."

"That's ok, neither is his brother." She laughed.

"You mean I have to be a girl?" I asked, knowing her answer.

"Won't it be fun? she asked. "You haven't worn a dress in awhile. You
will love what I want you to wear!"

"I'm not gonna do it. No way!"

"Really? Do you want to play it that way?"

"Please Jane. Don't make me do this. Please!" I was not above begging.

"Last chance. You know I can make you do it."

She did not give me a chance to answer, but slapped my face hard. When I
put my hand to rub it, she grabbed it and pulled me off my chair. I
landed face down on the floor. She sat down hard on my back, knocking the
wind from me. While I tried to catch my breath, she grabbed the waist
band of my shorts and with my tighty whiteys she pulled them down leaving
my ass exposed. Then she began to spank me. I tried to throw her off, but
had no leverage and was soon begging her to stop. I fought back the tears
as long as I could, but not long enough. She stopped hitting me long
enough to ask if I would do as I was told. Through my tears I agreed.

She stood up and ordered me to strip. She stood there waiting for me to
comply. When she refused to leave, I was humiliated further undressing in
front of her. She grabbed my hand and led me into her bathroom. She put
on a pair of latex gloves and spread some cream on her hands. She
proceeded to apply it all over my body below my neck. Then she ordered me
to stand there for 15 minutes. After awhile my skin began to burn and I
turned to get into the shower. She grabbed me and ordered me to wait.
Finally she told me to rub the cream off with a wash cloth and to my
horror, the little hair I had on my body was gone. She had me wash my
hair and body with some flowery shampoo and soap before allowing me to
leave the shower. She used a powder puff to apply some feminine smelling
powder and then wrapped a towel around my chest and another around my
head. Then she led me into her bedroom.

She went into her drawers and produced a pair of yellow panties and
matching bra. and ordered me to put them on. With my ass still stinging
from the spanking I had no thought of refusing her and following her
order, I dressed in her underwear. Then she left me sitting on her bed to
shower herself.

"Don't you dare move!" she ordered.

Jane liked long showers and it was about 1/2 hour before she returned to
the bedroom, also with a towel around her chest and around her head. She
pulled some underwear out of her drawer and nonchalantly dropped the
towel from her chest. I had not seen my sister naked in several years and
marveled at how beautiful she really was. She slipped on a pair of blue
bikinis and a matching bra. She handed me a yellow sundress with purple
flowers and ordered me to put it on. She zipped me up in the back,
effectively locking me in it.

Then Jane sat me at her vanity and applied all kinds of makeup. When she
was done she styled my hair and put it into a high ponytail, using a
purple ribbon with a large bow to tie it up. A pair of yellow sandals
with a 2 inch heel completed my outfit. It was not the first time I wore
heels so the modest height presented no problem for me. As always, when I
was forced to dress as a a girl, I felt totally humiliated and fearfully
looked ahead to my "date."

Jane put on a light blue sundress with white lace around the neck, the
hem, and on the straps. She wore matching blue sandals, also with a
modest heel. After she applied her makeup she stood next to me in front
of the mirror. We looked like the twins we were, except for my apparent
gender. She took a couple of selfies with her phone and pronounced us
ready for our big date.

It was only a few minutes till the doorbell rang and Jane answered it.
Her date was Andrew and mine was Brian. They were identical twins and I
could tell them apart only by the clothes they wore. They took us to a
local restaurant for dinner. I feared that someone would recognize me,
since we often ate there with mom, but while they knew Jane, no one
seemed to know me for which I was grateful.

Afterwards we went to a party. There was beer and pot, and both boys
indulged. Jane and I grabbed cups of a deliciously flavored fruit punch.
It had a bit of a bite to it, but I loved it and drank copiously
throughout the night. At the time, I did not realized it was spiked and
would come close to getting me into deep trouble. I had never had alcohol
before.

The room was dark with flashing colored lights, and smoky from all the
pot. Brian grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. By that time
I was a bit unsteady on my feet from the alcohol and when he wrapped his
arms around my waist, I wrapped my arms around his neck and we swayed in
time to the music. Though I did not realize it at the time, the alcohol
in the punch was causing me to lose any reluctance I had to being with a
boy and when Brian leaned his head over to kiss me, I kissed him back. I
had never kissed any boy, or for that matter any girl before, but kiss
was very nice. His lips gently touched mine and when his tongue invaded
my mouth I eagerly sucked on it.

We kept at it for a couple of more dances.

"Let's see if we can find some place a bit more private," he said.

Brian removed my hands from around his neck and holding one of them, led
me off the dance floor.

I grabbed my punch and  swigged it down, adding to my alcoholic high and
further reducing my inhibitions. We found a two person swing on the back
porch. I shivered a bit in my thin sundress, so Brian put his arm around
me and pulled me close. I smile up at him, which was all he needed to
resume kissing me. Though I could feel his hand on my thigh, I was not
terribly concerned and concentrated instead on returning his sweet
kisses.

He took my hand and placed it squarely on his groin. Alarm bells were
going off in my head, but in my inebriated state I ignored them. He was
so hard.

"Take it out," he whispered.

I was about to unzip his pants when I heard, "JUSTINE!"

I looked up and saw Jane coming towards us.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"We were just having a bit of fun," Brian said, somewhat defensively.

"Your fun is over," replied Jane. "We are going home."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the swing. She had to catch me to
keep me from toppling over.

"Where is your purse?"

"Inside, somewhere."

Holding my hand, she led me back into the house to look for my purse.  I
had no idea where it was, but Brian appeared with my purse and handed it
to me.

"I'm sorry," he said to me. "I didn't mean to force you into anything. I
thought it was what you wanted."

"Excuse me if I don't believe you," Jane responded. "We're out of here."

"At least let us drive you home."

"No thank you. I have already called for a taxi."

She pulled me out the front door and the cab was waiting. She literally
pushed me into the taxi.

I woke the next morning I awoke with a terrible headache. I was still
wearing Jane's panties and bra. I removed them and put on a robe. I went
to the kitchen to get aspirin and Jane was already there.

"Here Justine, have some coffee. Do you want breakfast?"

I took a couple of aspirin and gratefully accepted the coffee, but turned
down her offer of food.

"Well, it looks like I interrupted something last night."

"Please, don't remind me."

"What were you doing to do? Give him a hand job? blow job? or were you
going to let him take your ass?"

No. I am not gay."

"Well, you sure could have fooled me last night."

"It was the alcohol. I didn't realize the punch was spiked."

"I guess not."

I finished my coffee and went to take a shower. When I came back to my
room Jane was sitting there. On my bed were a clean pair of panties, a
bra, a short pleated skirt and tank top.

"I'm going to enjoy having a sister for the next two weeks," she said
with a smile. It was going to be a long two weeks.

Over the next two years, I found myself in skirts more often than I cared
to think about and when high school was over, I split, leaving Jane and
my mom behind. I would have been happy not to see them again.

**********************************************************

I omitted the stories about being a flower girl and Raggedy Ann, and told
Amanda about my date with Brian, leaving out the "romantic episode". I
hoped all she wanted to hear was about my proficiency with walking in
heels.

Amanda smiled but said nothing. She ordered me to start preparing dinner,
but be ready to change back into the red dress when Rosa was finished
with her sewing. I nodded and hurried to the kitchen, getting away from
the front window.

After I tried on the red dress one more time, Rosa pronounced it finished
and helped me remove it. Amanda ordered me to put the black dress back
on.

"I think you should stay in that mode for the rest of the day. Don't
you?"

It was not a question to which I could say no, so I nodded and slipped
the black dress on.

I got dinner in the oven and went to tell Amanda when it would be ready.
I turned to leave, wanting to get away from the window when she ordered
me to sit with her.

"I've been thinking. I like you like this," she told me. "I think I will
keep you in skirts. Tomorrow we will go shopping for a new wardrobe for
you, Justine!"