The Corsetière's Husband

“See anything different JC?” Molly said as I walked into our living room.

“Looks and smells so different it could be a different place” I said, Molly had been at our new property for two days cleaning while I loaded our belongings on the self-drive removal truck. The shop we called our first home together, hardly surprising really as the property had been a shop before it closed its doors for the final time some years earlier. 

There were three other shops in the row; sweetshop, delicatessen and right next to ours a florist. 

The move was more Molly’s dream than mine, my dream was seeing my new wife happy and that look on her face the first time she walked into the shop told me I would, whatever the cost, make it our new home. 

The apartment above the shop fitted us perfectly, two bedrooms, a modern bathroom and open plan kitchen living room. And perfect for sunny days was a typical cottage style garden out back.

“Hello” someone tapped at the open street door and called up “would you like coffee?” Emma owned the florist next door and carried a French press and cups on a tray “moving in today?”

“Just as soon as JC finishes unloading the truck” Molly said. 

While Emma poured coffee I discreetly checked her out, she was about our age, perhaps a little older. Emma and Molly continued chatting as I carried in furniture and boxes.

“Sewing machines going in the storeroom for now?” I said

“Please, pile it all in a corner with my stock boxes” Molly said 

“We have been trying to guess what you would do with the shop” Emma said “when we heard someone from the city had bought it we were worried a fast food shop might move in”

“Nothing smelly…imagine” Molly laughed as she wrinkled up her nose “I became interested in vintage fashion at college, our shop will be selling some vintage and, alongside alterations, I will be making bridal undies”

Molly’s apartment had been like a workroom when we met, so much so that she soon moved in with me and used her apartment as just that - a workroom. She had built up a good online business and needed the space the shop could provide. 

Emma looked relieved “everyone will be so pleased, by everyone I mean the other shopkeepers” 

“Come see” Molly said, the shop windows were still whited out but she had been busy. I could hear excitement in her voice as she led Emma downstairs and opened the personal door to the shop.

“WOW!” Emma exclaimed as the lights went on revealing what had been a vintage ladies wear shop. Glass topped counters, banks of drawers lined walls behind and even decades old manikins stood waiting for clothes “it is like stepping back into the 1950s”

We shared a blow up mattress until our bed arrived, sat on cushions until our sofa arrived, ate salad until our cooker arrived.

Every day our apartment felt a little more like home.

Every day the empty shop moved a little closer toward Mollys dream. 

After she had unpacked her own vintage items in the shop she set off each morning on buying trips, hunting goodwill shops and charities for stock.

Emma had been right, when I had cleaned the decades old whiteout from the shop window it really did look like the old fashioned shop Molly dreamed of. 

Molly opened the double doors from what had once been a stockroom in a prior life. She now called it her workroom, turned on the bright work lighting, her sewing machines looked like pieces of industrial art set among the dresses. 

We stood watching from across the street, her brilliant work lights drew the eye deep into the shop “perfect” Molly declared “people will come in to see what I am doing in ‘that room at the back’ and once they are in…”

We felt nervous, in two hours the shop would open. Emma must have seen us standing across the road and came across to offer words of encouragement “this is my wife, Fay” Emma said “she arrived home last night”

“Sold four dresses, three need alterations, two bridal orders and an invite to a house with masses of vintage clothes that are unwanted” Molly collapsed on the sofa, tired but so full of excitement I knew we would be talking until the wee hours. I had intentionally kept my day empty, my work had been discreetly delivering lunch, coffee and jugs of iced tea.

———//———

The shop opened Thursday, Friday and Saturday and when Molly was working on bridal orders. “I cannot believe we have only been here six weeks, seems as if we have always lived here. Can you make me another website when you get time?”

“For?” 

“Corsets, they are massive sellers at the moment” she was getting enquiries for corsets “not bridal, I’m talking tight lacing corsets” Molly sipped her iced tea “cannot even remember living in the city” Molly topped up my iced tea “it is so peaceful here in the garden…” 

Molly would switch in and out of topic mid sentence, we had begun a conversation about a planting plan for our garden, naming plants we liked when ‘made to measure, you can buy readymade for, like, £60’ suddenly popped up in the middle of me listing perennial plants that like shade. 

“Tell me exactly what the website needs to do”

“Showcase some of my designs, I have plenty of product shots, customers wearing, happy customer emails. Not click to buy, I want people to ask for a price”

“To gauge what the market can bear?”

“Exactly, I’m getting customers who are travelling over 200 miles to buy my bridal lingerie”

“Could be selling too cheaply” I was getting into work mode “I’ll research the market, can you send me links to competitors?”

“Sure, what do you think?” Molly held up her iPad, the photography was not brilliant but the subject was. I swiped through, the photos showed Molly in her workroom wearing a shiny black lace up corset. 

I asked if she had photoshopped the images, she shook her head. “your waist is small, tiny”

Molly looked pleased “all me, trying out the tight lacing corset sample I made. And it could be smaller, tighter, sexier, profitier” Molly had her business head firmly on “there is a site selling similar for $750” Molly looked ready to explode “I emailed and they quoted 30 week delivery !” 

———//———

A good website designer would take a week or two to come up with initial design but my client ate at the same table, showered in the same shower, slept in the same bed. I had her new site up and running by breakfast.

Molly had a bunch of enquiries by lunch and two orders.

“First for £750, second I sold for £895 plus £75 express” Molly said as we sipped oolong tea by way of celebration “first paid bank transfer and second lives in the city, bringing cash tomorrow”

I could hear Molly in her workroom when I woke next morning, I looked at the clock 06:14, slipped on my bathrobe and made coffee. Molly had altered her sample corset to the measurements of Avalon, the cash buyer “I can do second fit using the sample and make hers by Friday” Molly said.

Avalon brought a photographer with her. After getting Mollys OK Avalons photographer set up lights. I could hear voices below, the same discussion several times until the photographer theatrically shouted ‘cut’ as if he was on a film set in Banjul during rainy season.

Avalon was a fashion blogger and YouTuber whose subscribers number seven figures. Molly had Avalons corset ready on time and had made a flowery satin corset for herself which she wore over her blouse and skirt.

“I can hardly breathe” Molly said as she declined lunch. Her waist was tiny even in comparison to the sample she had first worn “cannot have a corsetière without a corset lacing a famous YouTuber into her corset”

Mollys closet soon had a rail just for her corsets in a panoply of colours and styles, the shop had a large selection of vintage ballgowns alongside the original vintage clothing. 

“Your sales technique is amazing” I said as we set up our display at the wedding fair. When a customer came to the shop to collect their bridal lingerie Molly would offer a ballgown to try on. Most times brides would decide to get more use out of their bridal corset by adding a ballgown to the order.

———//———

“Pleased I started tight lacing JC?” Molly said as I slackened her laces.

“Yes, a lot” I said, she would often wear a corset when the shop was open and I had grown to like the feel of her corseted body as much as her asking me to unlace her at night. 

“Nearly all of our profit comes from corset sales now” Molly said “but I am turning away half of all customers, perhaps slightly more”

I knew what she meant, I monitored our websites, read the sales enquiries, read her emails replies declining business “why don’t we hire a male model” I suggested

“That won’t work, what about when customers call to collect?” Molly snuggled in “how would it look if we were not prepared to wear what I sell?”

“OK” I said, we had had similar conversations before.

“Imagine all that extra money, we can put your office at top of the list, new computer as well”

“No need to bribe me” I said as I laughed “I’ve already volunteered to be your manikin” I had been lusting after a fitted office for the second bedroom, if I hadn’t been ready to go along with Mollys suggestion before I was now. In my head I pictured myself sat at my shiny new iMac on a new desk. 

“I have invited Avalon to come back with her photographer” Molly said a few days later “by using a sample and a finished corset we can make it like initial measure, a fitting, then final result”

“How much is all that going to cost?”

“A free corset for Avalon” Molly said “and Avalon said she has a big ‘male’ following” Molly added air quotes to the sentence and a kiss to my lips “the video will be aimed at male customers”

The sample corset was same floral satin material in a pale baby blue that Molly had leftover from one of her corsets “I imagined something masculine like navy blue or black” I said when she showed me.

“I have been researching online” Molly said adding that she had made briefs for me to wear for the filming as she laced me into the finished corset for a trial day before filming “your waist looks tiny” 

“I like the slim me, and it does not feel too tight now” I said as I undressed that night.

“Shall we unlace each other now” Molly smiled “or after?”

———//———

“Can you shower” the photographer said when we finished filming the ‘fitting’ part “that will get rid of the lines”

“Same boxers or different colour?” I said. I was starting to dislike the way the photographer ordered me around then asked Molly if she would use my first name as ‘JC’ was not ‘English enough’ for the channel

Avalon said “no, mens boxers were for the ‘before’ shots, did you say you had made something feminine to go with the finished corset Molly?”

“Some satin briefs with room for JC”

“What is JC short for?” Avalon said

“John Charles, I’ve been JC since childhood” I said. 

Avalon nodded “that is a shame people still call you JC, Charlie is so cute”

“Charles” I repeated, turned to the photographer, and using the voice I save especially for imbeciles I said “and JC is English enough”

We were back in the shop, photographers blackout still covered the shop windows blanking out the world as I removed my clothes for camera for the second time. I was looking unexcited, bored the photographer said after before quietly saying something to Molly. 

I was dressed in just the briefs that looked like loose boy-shorts, Molly turned me away from camera, leant in, slipped her hand into the satin briefs and stroked my cock and whispered what she was going to do to me when we were alone “what the hell” I said as I pulled her wrist a little too late.

Filming began, I did not look down, there was no need. I knew I was fully aroused in full view of the camera.

Molly put the corset around me and hitched the busk front “ready JC?” She gently turned me 180 so the laces faced camera and began her corset fitting script “…not too tight to begin with…this is tight enough for day one” she began tying off the laces, ran a hand over the laces “laces hardly notice beneath clothes…” her unseen hand firmly stroked my cock through the satin briefs “that’s it, all done” Molly turned me back to face camera and slipped a measuring tape around my waist “a two inch initial reduction, leaving room to lace down another two inches. Perfect for a first corset”

“We need to reshoot” I said as the lights died “but first we need to talk” I guided Molly by the wrist upstairs to our apartment “that was out of order” with Avalon in the shop I was determined not to shout “arousing me as if we were making some sort of a porno film”

“Calm down” Molly hugged me “men wear corsets because it arouses them, while you showered the photographer asked me to ‘fluff’ you” she softly blew in my ear “we can have our own private porno session when they leave”

“I am still angry, you could have asked if I would, if I minded”

“I would have if I had been pre-warned, what was I supposed to say?” Molly kissed my cheek “I will have to ask permission to touch my husband…lets go shoot the last bit” Molly giggled as she looked down “no fluffing required now”

———//———

“Shall we start our own YouTube channel?” Molly asked a few days later. She had been working flat out since Avalon posted the ‘Waist Training is not just for women’ video. Despite putting prices up people kept saying yes. Molly mentioned how many subscribers a waist training channel aimed at women had “the only channel I found focussing on men has not posted anything new in a year”

It was a no-brainer, we could add thousands to our income for little effort and it would provide new customers. “Lets do it, just one condition” I said “I hate that fucking photographer”

“We can’t produce quality, who can we get?”

I asked Molly how often she spoke to Emma, she smiled and asked when she had time to chat over the fence “well not so much Emma but Fay” Molly looked confused “Fay is a photographer”

We struck a deal with The Photographer to open the channel with his video, Fay agreed to be our photographer at ‘mates rates’. By week end we had become YouTubers and I added channel research to my daily routine. 

Fay produced some stills to add to my new website that linked to ‘The Corsetière’s Husband’ YouTube channel.

I began lacing into a corset every day, Fay produced a brilliant second video where camera followed me walking along the street in white shirt and grey trousers, the flower pattern and laces of my corset clearly visible through my shirt. A friend of Fays looked at my body as she walked toward camera, her head panned as we passed, she stopped to stare at my back.

We were averaging around 100 views a day, subscribers rose quickly then stuck at 11. I began liking and posting comments on social and other channels. When I checked back a two days later my channel was getting nearly a thousand views a day and subscribers had risen to 274. 

I excitedly called Molly.

Molly showed me her socials on her iPhone, she had become very popular in a very short time “I thought outside the box”

I read a few messages; when did you begin to corset him, do you corset him 24/7, how can I make my husband wear one… “where on earth have you been active Molly?”

“Corseting forums, bondage forums, those sort of places” She looked pleased “we need to get as wide a spectrum onboard as possible”

I could not fault her logic, I had targeted places where people already wore corsets rather than those places where people liked the idea of wearing a corset or being corseted.

“Will you wear 24/7?” Molly asked, being able to show a regular reduction was what people wanted to be shown.

“Sure, I’ve grown to quite like the feeling”

“Are you loosing weight?” Molly said

I had thought it was my imagination but as Molly had noticed I stepped on the bathroom scale “not sure when I last checked, think I’m down a little”

I suggested a monthly measure and weigh video. 

“You remember what you said about it being a porno video when I fluffed you?” Molly said “if my inbox is anything to go by it’s a common fetish - forcing a man to wear a corset, we could post along those lines behind a pay wall” 

“Separate from what we already do, you mean like a whole different side of a person?”

Molly nodded, we researched several porn sites and £10 a view seemed achievable, perhaps more when established. Even at £10 a thousand views would be a very nice holiday.

“A woman making a man whine and squeal like her bitch, I should be paying you” Fay said when we mentioned our idea “I’m talking other men not you JC…I always think of you as my almost-man-bestie”

Looking back our first porno was really not porn. Set in our bedroom Molly wore bra, corset, panties and hold-ups, she sneered, she took off the corset, switched it to mine out of shot then proceeded to lace me in while I hammed it up begging her not to. 

Fay produced a 15 minute finished video which, despite no sex, reached 93 views in the first week. 

“I’ve been talking about this project on a forum where Emma and I post, quite a few of the girls are into the whole male domination thing” Fay said

———//———

We were having fun, the shop was busy with customers of each and every gender, and we were making serious money every week. Molly mentioned a male customer was due in to collect a corset, for safety we served male customers together.

“Oh my it’s you” the customer said as she walked in, she was a woman with the voice of a man “JC, I have watched your video on Avalon’s channel so many times. Call me June” Even after June kicked off her heels she towered over me. June wanted to wear her new corset. Her eyes were everywhere on me as Molly took up the laces. “Half hormones, half surgeons” June said as she wiggled her breasts at me “you just on mones?”

“No, I just waist train” I said sweeping my hands down my sides

“And what a waist to die for” June said “but you need some meat on those hips as well”

 

Molly’s fingers slowed “you take hormones June? What changes?”

As quickly as June released information Molly had another question waiting on her lips. The subject held little interest for me, my thoughts wandered to a website design I had been working on. June left and I went back to work.

“Two orders today” Molly said “one was a bridal would you believe, first in two weeks, best to keep that side up even though it is low on profit”

“Good plan, no telling when corsets will stop being fashionable” I said as I put our plates on the table “could end as quickly as it began”

“I’ve not had a single female customer this week” Molly said as she forked a tofu chunk “I don’t think it is a fashion thing with male customers” another chunk “you so love yours, right?”

“Can’t remember a world without” I said with a laugh

“Remember June?” Molly said, I nodded “she sent you a sample to try. I find it really hot when I think about giving them to you”

“Hormones? You want me to have tits?” I stared, Molly continued eating “you ARE joking”

“June mentioned getting sensitive nipples way before that. Imagine what that would feel like, I thumb your nipples and you jump to attention” Molly sipped her water “and June said you would last longer, have a more intense orgasam”

I stayed silent, I could not believe what Molly was saying and wondered if my ears had begun lying to me.

Molly shot her hand beneath the table to my groin “just talking about us experimenting with a little gentle feminisation is turning you on?” Molly smiled “don’t decide now”

I never did decide in so many words, next morning the small white tablet still sat alongside an oval blue tablet on the kitchen counter. “That’s it?” I said

“June said its safe and I’ve looked online as well” Molly crunched toast “sealed in blister packs, came from a pharmacy in the city”

“I guess we both swallow plenty of mystery tablets when partying”

“Forget what I said yesterday, only take them if it is what you want - your body JC, has to be your decision”

———//———

Both YouTube and the pay to view site were bringing in a little money with regular postings. I set up a chatroom on our ‘The Corsetière's Husband’ website that Molly had been asking for and uploaded content she had prepared. Maintaining our online presence coupled with my regular work kept me pretty busy.

Fay had set up lights in our apartment again. Molly popped a tablet from each blister pack after Fay had taken a close-ups. 

“Please don’t make me take them” I began whining. Fay nodded as Molly held the tablets to my mouth, forced my mouth open and put the tablets in. I drank a glass of water then opened my mouth for camera. Molly laughed at me saying I would soon have tits bigger than hers.

“Perfect” Fay said “have you two been rehearsing?”

Molly and I smiled. Fay would splice in some unused video from previous shoots to make up a full episode.

I did not have long to wait before the effects of the tablets began. Outside my body stayed the same, inside I began to feel relaxed, calmer. Sweats came first at random times during the night, soon after my nipples itched constantly and felt enormous although they looked no different. I could have researched online but as there were no physical changes accompanying sensitive nipples and longer lasting sex I did not bother.

———//———

Molly watched as I opened the envelope and put the packs of tablets on the counter. June had sent more hormones. I dialled June, voicemail. 

As we sat drinking coffee June called, I picked up the FaceTime. June was in bathrobe, no makeup mode. I had plenty of questions before starting month 2.

“Some claim to see results in a week, in reality it is usually super slow. I was nearly a year before any change” June said.

“Do the night sweats go?”

“Not with tablets, I had implants pretty soon after starting” June explained the change to implants cured night sweats within a few days “and that morning feeling you get for a few hours after taking tabs becomes the new normal 24/7” June stood “need to dress, I’ll send a email”

Molly was full of questions about ‘the morning feeling’. I instantly knew exactly what June meant. I popped my pills then explained in real time the feeling to Molly during the morning; hot, slight euphoria, a feeling of contentment that lasted for a few hours where everything in life felt perfect.

June sent a long message, we read it together, we discussed cost, practicality, we were covering every little detail. “I am going out buying” Molly ejaculated “I will be with you whatever you decide but I want nothing to do with your decision”

———//———

“Are you continuing with your feminising hormones?” Molly asked

“Probably, well until you tell me to stop” I said. 

———//———

“Good girl’ Molly hugged me “I know I’m being selfish but I like the way you are now” She slid one hand across my chest, slowly her thumb went to work on my nipple.

I was still squirming with pleasure when Molly turned away and walked downstairs. Letting my bathrobe fall open I slid my satin briefs to mid thigh and began stroking. I glanced up, Molly stood at the top of the stairs watching. She smiled and nodded as I filled my palm with my cum. 

Fay stepped forward from behind the main camera, this was off plan, I was feeling nervous. 

Fay put two fingers in my palm, scooped up as much cum as she could, parted her lips slightly and little licked them. Her smile spread as she raised her cum laden fingers towards my face “open” Fay demanded

As if my jaw muscles were controlled in some way by Fay’s voice I opened my mouth.

“Suck bitch” Fay said then laughed in the way nervous children hear a witch laugh in night terrors. 

I looked at Molly, her facial expression was a mix of shock and disgust “what the fuck are you doing Fay?” Molly pulled the plug on the lights “that was not  the plan” 

“And if it had been JC would not have had a believable terrified look, you would not have looked angry…ugh!” Fay said as she took a kleenex from her pocket “this shit is so disgusting” 

Molly had cooled “imagine what it is like in your mouth” she said with a giggle, Fay did a mock-vomit, Molly smiled “tell Fay what a mouth full of cum feels like bitch”

Molly, Fay and I laughed, Fays improv forgiven, forgotten.

———//———

A few days passed before I decided to speak to Molly “these night sweats are driving me mad” I said as we lay in bed “implants would solve that”

“According to June”

“I phoned the doctor” I said, Molly turned to face me “just for information” I explained about the advice to have bloods taken even with tablets, said how inserts would put less strain on my liver. Molly ‘Mmmd’ at every point I covered. “If you are OK with it I am thinking of going ahead…”

“June has ordered another corset” Molly said one morning, she had a hint of excitement in her voice “I offered free in exchange for a promo video on her channel, did you know she is a vlogger?”

Molly laced me into my corset “fully closed, I will make your new one a little smaller in the waist” she needed measurements to make me a new corset before Junes visit “and I want you shaving legs and armpits from now on”

“What is with the chest measurements and shaving?” I asked, Molly told me about negative comments online adding that I might as well get hairless ‘down there’ as she brushed my cock.

“Surprise” Molly kept my new corset out of sight until the morning I dressed for Junes visit. The new corset was in a plain grey satin material with tiny pink flowers, Molly paused living me in, measured my waist “another half inch”

“It’s already tighter than usual” I said “and what’s with the suspenders?”

“Well I need another half inch or your trousers will not fit. You only shave legs for one reason…” Molly smiled “and don’t pretend me wanting you wearing stockings is a surprise” She handed me a pack of stockings, giggled “you watch me put them on, now I get to watch my husband put his stockings on”

“Hey! You padded the hips?” I said as I rolled a stocking up my leg.

“JC needs to be a little femmed up for Junes viewers” Molly said with a smile as she took over clipping my back suspenders “panties next, now your man-bra, don’t look so worried” Molly had made the bra from the same material as the corset “bathrobe for now, slip these ballet pumps on they look good with stockings, you can dress once you have modelled these for June”

June had a camera mounted on a tripod before Molly began her sales pitch, I slipped my bathrobe off.

“Wearing a bra under male clothes is a big must have, this is from my new man-bra range” Molly was using me as her live manikin while she described what I wore to June and camera. “The beauty of my design for men is how the cups lay flat against the body” Molly brushed her fingers over the bra pausing on a nipple “empty cups on a conventional bra would be rucked up here” her thumb brushed back and forth. 

I knew what Molly was doing, I was hardening and my panties were cut to allow room for this exact event to be obvious. I fumbled as I began dressing, Molly had designed my trousers with a side zipper I realised as I picked them up. My satin panties brushed against my trousers, I was fully hard and it showed. My shirt was proving just as difficult, it had buttons on the wrong side. Molly looked annoyed when I said “I need to speak to Molly in private” 

“OK, we’ll pause for a break…perhaps a cup of something?” June said. 

We left June browsing in the shop as we made tea. I spoke first “you tricked me into dressing like some weird fucking crossdresser. Springing this blouse and slacks on me. So out of fucking order Molly”

“Shhh…June will hear” Molly whispered

I lowered my voice “look…you can see my bra through this blouse”

Molly smiled and whispered “you are only playing a part, think of yourself as an actor in a commercial for ‘weird fucking crossdressers’… ‘weird fucking crossdressers’ who will buy from us”

“OK but no more surprises”

“Don’t think for a second ‘my bra’ slipped by without me noticing” Molly wiggled her fingers, giggled “of course it is…I made ‘your bra’ for you”

“We all good?” June said to Molly as she drank her tea “how are the hormone implants?”

“Like you said June it feels like morning all the time” I said. I knew I was unable to hide the smile from my eyes.

“I love this new JC” Molly said

 “Can we film JC doing my fitting?”

Molly looked at me “it’s up to JC”

There was no reason for me to defer, “JC it is then” I said

———//———

“Our latest pay-video has had a little over 160 views in the first week” Molly said as we sat in the pub. I enthused at the money. Molly said she had posted it before I could see it, before I could say no “I think you won’t be happy when you watch it”

I skipped to the comments first. And there were plenty. And most were from women. And their comments about me were horrible, I glanced at Molly, she said “think of money not comments or content” 

Molly was right, I hated the video from the get go. Fay had cut in feminist comments, scenes from other videos and I played the part of a man who had tables turned on him. Worst of all was the ending where Molly stood watching horrified as I masturbated into my hand. Fay fed my cum to me.

Angry Molly said “what the fuck are you doing JC?

“I should have shown you before posting it” Molly said. 

I was embarrassed, angry and calculating profit all at the same time in a ratio of 5:3:4. I made it private and watched it again, third watch it did not seem so bad. I changed it back to public. “Let this bring some money in, but I hink I am done with porn videos”

“Me too, let's concentrate on business and our website. Am I forgiven?”

“No I will not forgive you…” I said and let the silence stretched “until it reaches 500 views” 

With all that had been happening I had let ‘The Corsetière's Husband’ website slip a little. We chatted about what was new for the site and ideas Molly had for new products, the man-bra range had taken off in a big way and Molly was working on a matching wo-man-bra range “for women like me who like to fem up their men in matching undies”

“You like to fem me up?” I smirked “it turns you on?” 

Molly blushed, swiped a finger over her empty plate, scooped up pasta sauce, said “you can be such a bastard at times” and sucked the sauce from her finger.

“So the times I think you make me do things to embarrass myself are to satisfy your little fetishes” I was on a roll and not ready to let Molly off the hook.

“Tell me JC, how do I force you to do what it seems like you secretly want to do?” It was my turn to blush “all that fuss about me dressing you up as, what was it you called it, ‘some weird fucking crossdresser’ then you wear the outfit for the rest of the day”

“I did not want to dress like that”

“Oh my mistake, I force you” Molly stepped up onto an imaginary soap box “you mean like the day I went buying and I came home to find you dressed in your weird fucking crossdresser clothes and ballet pumps?” Molly stepped off of the imaginary soap box, her tone softened “I did not mention it because I like that side of you, proud you are man enough to let your feminine side out” Molly leant in for a kiss “and yes it does turn me on…more than a little”

———//———

Since putting pay to view site on hold I had time to concentrate on my web design business spending most days in my newly furnished office. Taking a break I checked out The Corsetière's Husband site, the chat room had been very active since I had set it up at Mollys suggestion, she moderated and participated. She was more online-chat savvy than me - using a few usernames and looking backward in posts I saw how she undetectedly guided threads in the direction she had intended from the get go.

Molly asked me to be in the shop while she measured a guy who wanted a one off design, She said “cute, you must have known” before she wandered back downstairs. 

I sometimes, ok - often, wore shirt and trousers that Molly made for me. Hearing the shop door open I took iced tea and glasses downstairs, what looked like a pair of bloodless, severed breasts sat on the counter. 

I busied myself tidying as Molly began measuring.

“Do you have a bra with you?”

“I’m wearing it, shall I take my top off?”

“Please and slip your forms in” 

I looked at the sketch and measurements on Molly’s pad, the corset certainly was a one-off, it would have a bra section and shoulder straps.

“Can you add a pouch for my chastity, it needs to be removable” the customer said.

“Tell me again about what you want between your legs”

The customer wanted a pouch that attached to his corset to support and hold back a chastity.

“I did not allow for that in the price, a spare might be a good idea” Molly said as she took crotch measurements “OH you are wearing it…are they one size?”

“Penis tube varies, mine is small, I’ll take a spare pouch”

Molly checked her iPhone for the brand “extra work on corset, fastenings, two pouches will add £200” The customer paid the extra and left.

“Wow £200 for that” I said with a smile

“This is going to be a real bondage corset, I have done loads of research online” Molly said

“And in The Corsetière's Husband chatrooms I see” I laughed.

“The extra work brings his order total to a little over £2000” Molly looked justifiably pleased with herself “are you thinking of one for your birthday? Not that I would force you” smirk

“Trousers and stockings are the worst” Molly said as she readied to leave for a buying trip “two visits, an old lady and collect the stuff I priced up last week” Molly kicked off her flats, stepped out of the trousers and replaced them with skirt ”…that’s better, could you open the shop at 12? Customer calling in to collect” she stepped into heels “I should be back in time” 

“This OK?” I said as I twirled

“Such a tart” Molly laughed and reached into her closet “or you could wear this” she leant in for a kiss as she pressed something into my hand.

I looked at the clock, two hours free. I stepped out of my trousers and pulled the stretchy black mini up to my waist. Molly was right stockings and trousers are the worst, I wandered through to make coffee before settling at my desk. Siri promised to let me know when it was 11:40.

Sitting at my desk felt good, looking down at my stocking encased thighs felt arousing, a little sinful even. Time to open shop, time to change back into my trousers. I explored the feeling I swayed side to side as I walked, the skirt let out a little sigh as the fabric stretched, my stockings had their own sound as I walked, like the sound of curtains moving in a breeze. I hooked in my AirPods, set the kettle to boil and swayed as Aimyon sung softly in my ears.

“Ahem” Molly said, I jumped, Molly smiled

“It’s not what you think” I said

“I think my husband has become aroused by wearing my skirt” Molly pressed a finger to my lips. Using the palm of her hand she began to rub my cock through the skirt.

I pressed back into her hand, began to pump, Molly stepped back and watched. Unable to put off the inevitable I whined “don’t stop there” to Molly as she walked off.

Molly said “I need to open the shop” over her shoulder “and you need to sort yourself out”

———//———

“I need you to model for me” Molly said as we stood in her workroom, her mannequin lacked a pelvic area and she needed to pattern the pouch “I have added fastenings to one of your corsets, now I need to work out the shape needed to hold his chastity”

“My cock will be too squishy”

Molly opened a drawer and laid out the parts to a chastity “I ordered one, we can hold it in place to get the shape” 

I checked out the chastity, it looked well made and had a built in lock. We both laughed about how tiny the customer must be as we tried to hold it in place, Molly said “hardly worth locking up” all of the attention was giving me a constant erection, we dropped the chastity. 

“Let me sort you out” Molly said after she picked up the parts. I wadded up some tissue. Just like in the kitchen she stopped as I began to come then watched as I complained about how frustrated it left me. Molly smiled,  “then you’ll be a keen lover tonight according to the net”

Without success I tried again to hold the cock tube in place “the only way would be to put it on” I said 

“OK” Molly said “ if that is what you think best, need any help?”

“He must be tiny” I said as I fiddled with the chastity “I know it has a hole but pissing must be a real faff”

“Sit” Molly said “…just like woman have to, let me video how you get your balls through the ring part”

“You some sort of an expert?” I said as it clicked shut

“Not an expert, but I now know my husband deciding to lock his cock away for me is a real turn on” Molly said as she began making a paper pattern “let me run a pouch up” 

“This turns you on?” I said pointing to the chastity

Molly smiled to herself as she began cutting out some bright pink satin “I understand why there is a big thing about ridiculing men in chastity” she gestured to my cock “I mean look at that pathetic little thing hiding in it’s cage” Molly laughed softly as she kissed me

I slipped my trousers on and went to make tea. Molly arrived in the living room with the finished pouch in one hand and heels in the other before I made tea. 

“These should be your size, new old stock” Molly said as she put the heels in front of me “crossdressers talk about heels nonstop” she asked if I would consider wearing heels when helping out with male customers “they will imagine themselves looking as perfect as you do”

She hooked the pouch to the bottom of my corset front and back, standing in just my undies we took a series of product shots with and without the pouch “I cannot believe you fitted in that chastity, put that stretchy skirt on for me”

I walked back wearing the mini “look…it’s like I don’t have a cock” 

Molly said she was pleased with the way the pouch fitted as she took more product shots before we took a short video of me revealing what lay beneath my skirt. 

We cooked dinner, Molly suggested I kick off the heels we moved to the sofa. I reminded her I still wore the chastity and she laughed “just like in that story” I shrugged, Molly picked up the iPad tapped then handed it to me “read that while I shower”

The page began with a short story about a woman who tricked her husband into locking himself in a chastity I checked the website - ‘The Corsetière's Husband’ the author one of Mollys aliases.

“It’s not funny” I said

Molly agreed, she said turning a little fantasy into reality was a massive turn on. “So now we act out your fantasy then you let me out?”

“No rush JC, take time to enjoy the chastity you were so keen to lock yourself into. It’s only been a few minutes since you locked yourself in and you are talking about wanting out” 

“Please be reasonable Molly”

“Of course I will be” Molly kissed me, thumbed my nipple and said “give chastity a try for a week, that sound reasonable?”

“No…I want it off now, where are the keys?”

“No? You are in no position to order me around” Molly interrupted “RIGHT - now it is a month plus an extra day every time you complain. Anything else you want to say?”

———//———

I kept busy both with my own work and helping out in the shop, I had no intention of giving Molly reason to extend my chastity, she was not a big fan of oral. She was, and always had been, a big sex toy fan and took advantage of her freedom to enjoy ‘me time’ some nights. 

Pictures and a short video of me locking myself in chastity and a new thread ‘my life in chastity’ appeared on The Corsetière's Husband website.

Molly ordered a small safe which she put on top of our chest of drawers like an ornament. I was banned from our bedroom while she programmed her code in, she called out “come look” her voice revealed her excitement “program your access code for me”

The readout showed ‘user 2’ 

Molly demonstrated the safe, the display showed a log of time and users who had unlocked the safe. She opened the safe, her sex toys were laid out on the shelf, she slowly took a key to my chastity from the shelf and placed it in the safe.

“You have your own safe access code, your chastity key is here” she pointed to my key “you are forbidden to open the safe”

“And if I do?”

“You can open it without my permission but not without my knowing” Molly smirked “I promise you will regret it”

———//———

“Customer is coming in for his corset, can you come down when I message you” Molly said “if I leave your heels at the bottom of the stairs will you wear them for me please?”

“I would rather not” I had been wearing heels for short periods around the apartment 

“I could bribe you” Molly smiled “you do this little favour for me and I will unlock you”

“For?”

“A night of passion, no make that two nights”

I was not about to be tricked “tonight and tomorrow?” 

Molly said “48 hours to do as you wish if you promise to lock yourself back in for the remainder of your month” Molly kissed me when I agreed then whispered in my ear “I’m going to fuck your brains out”

She walked to the stairs with my heels in her hand “don’t forget to change into your mini”

I had been tricked again. “You are not the only one who can play games” I said to myself as I brushed the bronzer on my face after thickly covering my lips in colour. 

It looked as if Molly would feint when I walked into the shop, the customer collecting his corset was the customer who wore a chastity. I smiled inwardly as I kept my face square on to Molly, instead of my usual pony I wore my hair in the same style of back bun as Molly had earlier put her hair into. 

Molly finally recovered “…and six detachable suspenders in this bag…would you like to wear it or shall I wrap it?” Molly said

“Oh no thank you, not outside the house”

Molly looked over at me, her eyes smiled “My husband was so taken with the idea of locking his little cock away that he pestered me to modify his corset”

Molly spotted my hair as I turned to leave “where are you going? You can man the shop for the rest of the day” she laughed “when I say man you know I mean ‘some weird fucking crossdresser’ right?”

Molly was true to her word, a chastity key sat on the kitchen counter.

———//———

“Why don’t you have a corset free day?” Molly said “I thought we could have a day in the city, lunch out, wander the shops, that sort of thing”

Rather than fall into some trap I said “you mean mens clothes and chastity?”

Molly smiled, said she had forgotten about chastity, it could wait until tomorrow “have a bonus 24 hours stud”

We took the train, wandered the shops, watched people rushing by as we sat outside a coffee shop. Molly pulled me into a salon “Molly and JC for a wax”

We lay side by side in the waxing room “lots of men have body waxes” the beautician said in answer to Mollys question “not many husbands come in with their wife” she patted a strip on my leg “embarrassed to scream in front of them I guess” the other beautician and Molly watched as she gripped the strip “might sting a little”

I was browsing stats for The Corsetière's Husband site on my iPhone when the strip came off “views on our website are up 20% this month” I said to Molly 

“Did that hurt?” Molly said, the beauticians watched, wide eyed.

More wax, more silence. June had told me all about waxing not hurting when taking hormones, something about skin changes and thinner hairs.

We worked through the usual chat ‘booked a holiday, going anywhere nice, etc when Mollys beautician said “so you two have a website?” To fill the silence.

Molly waited until our eyes met “yes our website is The Corsetière's Husband” you should check it out. 

“Whats it about?”

“I make corsets, our customers come from all genders, lots of crossdressers, trans and people into waist training” Molly said. I saw the beauticians share a smirk.

“So where does your husband come in that list?”

“What would you say JC?” Molly raised her head.

———//———

“Did you measure your nipples before you started hormones?” Molly said as we changed position, I shook my head “they look bigger, plumper, juicer…” She sucked on my nipple as I moved on top.

I shuddered “they are super sensitive, that feels really nice”

“My husband goes wild when I suck on his little titties” she fondled my chest in imitation of what I do to her and giggled “that’s it, try to fuck your wife with your little cock you weird fucking crossdresser” she thumbed my nipples “is it in?” She sucked at a nipple while she squeezed the other.

Mollys voice filtered out into the garden as she spoke to the postman, I was chatting to Emma and Fay over the fence. Molly sounded excited as she invited them round for lunch on Sunday.

She held a short length of paracord, a small mirror and a lighter “the rest of the paracord is in the safe” Molly said as she stepped behind me and loosely tied the paracord around my neck “will it go over your head?”

We both tried without success before Molly was satisfied. She tightened the knot and, using the lighter, melted the ends together. I felt her hot breath on my neck as she cooled the molten end. She handed me the mirror as she fiddled with the cord.

“Your new chastity necklace” Molly looked super pleased with herself. I put my hand to the cord, she laughed “the other key to your chastity”

I now knew where both keys were - one in the safe had felt like torture every time I passed by, wearing a key around my neck felt far worse “please don’t do this to me Molly” I could hear my whininess “hide it or whatever but this is so cruel”

“A month and a day”

“Not a month, I’ve already been in chastity for eleven days”

Molly smirked “as you suggested eleven days we’ll add eleven days at a time, that is…a month and twenty two days”

“a month and twenty two days? I added a rising inflection.

“I thought a month plus one day plus eleven days, but you are better at maths than me” Molly sipped iced tea “month and twenty two days it is”

———//———

The day was warm and sunny, I suggested we make fresh Pizzas and have Sunday lunch in the garden. Molly nodded along in agreement “remember how funny you found it when you decided to come in the shop crossdressed?”

I protested that I had only worn lipstick.

“No, you mocked my makeup by slathering on my bronzer and lipstick, copied my hairstyle and flirted with the customer”

“I did not flirt” I protested as I took off my bathrobe

“A month and twenty two plus eleven - that makes two months five days” Molly smiled as if daring me to correct her maths “where was I…Oh yes…as you enjoyed crossdressing so much, and as at thank you for cooking lunch,  I will help you try to pass today”

Molly stepped behind me and re-laced me in super tight then passed me seamed stockings

“It’s very tight Molly”

“It is meant to be, we don’t want you splitting the seams of your dress halfway through lunch” Molly held up an off-white summer dress “this is from shop stock so take care not to splash tomato down it”

I stepped in, Molly closed the zipper and, using heated tongs began to style my hair “perfect length” Molly said softly as she finished “now a little makeup” she smiled “just a light daytime look, pale lips”

I slipped my chastity necklace inside the neckline of my dress as I looked in the mirror

“Is your chest starting to fill out JC?” Molly smiled “don’t cry, I’m only teasing” she stepped in and we kissed.

“I’m nervous of Emma and Fay seeing me like this”

“I’m the one who dressed you up like this, I’m the one aroused by crossdressing my husband, I’m the one who should be nervous” Molly said as we cuddled “you are the one confident enough in their masculinity to let me, you need your white heels in your closet with this dress”

I took in more detail from the mirror as I turned side to side

Molly smiled “what sort of crossdressing monster have I created?”

———//———

We had a couple of bottles of wine in the garden ice chest, Emma and Fay added two more bottles and vodka when they arrived. Molly had asked me to look busy with lunch for a while to give our guests time to settle, she was keen to see how they reacted when I casually joined the group. 

We had not quite thought it through, Molly suggested ‘let Emma and Fay get settled then they won’t take so much notice when you come outside’. 

As I carried plates and salad down the steps to our garden my heels clicked loud enough to be heard above the music. Two sets of eyes stared up at me, they smiled, gave a little wave then went back to chatting. 

I relaxed as they settled into the wine and home made pizza, the novelty of my appearance seemed to have evaporated. 

“Why aren’t you drinking JC?” Emma said as I poured water.

“JC can’t mix alcohol with his meds” Molly said, she was acting as a guest, never offering anything, not bringing out food. She said “we need some shot glasses for the vodka”

All three were giggling about some comment I had missed while fetching the glasses. 

“Emma told me it is rude to ask” Fay had the giggles, Emma shushed her, Molly smiled but silently mouthed ‘sorry’ to me. Giggles over Fay said “what is that key for JC?”

I looked at Molly, she shrugged, I put my hand to my neck, my chastity necklace had escaped, my key now hung in full view, I swallowed.

“Come on JC. You are brave enough to crossdress, now you blush over a key?” Fay turned away “what does it fit Molly”

Molly glanced at me

“It’s no big thing Fay, the key to my chastity” I said as looked at Molly in the hope she could save me.

“He lets you feminise him like this and you put him in chastity?” Emma said

“What does it look like? Can you show us?” Fay said. 

Molly said “it’s JCs choice”

“So is that yes or no?” Fay said. 

They were all quite squiffy, I stood next to Molly, faced Emma and Fay raised the hem of my dress to waist. Emma and Fay gasped as Molly unfastened my pouch revealing my chastity.

“JC was NOT joking when he said ‘It’s no big thing Fay’…” Emma said as she blushed “SORRY, so sorry it’s the alcohol getting the better of my tongue” Emma paused “can we all pretend I did not say that?”

———//———

“You deserved all you got JC, putting your necklace on show like that. Why the hell did you do that?” Molly said as we dropped into bed “couldn’t you have said it was to a filing cabinet? AND all you had to do was say NO to showing them, is that so fucking hard JC?”

“Don’t be horrid to me” I sobbed “they bullied me, now you too” it felt better to cry than not. I shuffled backward and snuggled into Molly’s lap

“Take your bra and stockings off” Molly said quietly

Her hot breath felt good on my neck “I want to stay here” I pulled her arm round me and soon fell asleep.

“I am sorry” Molly said when she handed me coffee next morning “I should have known dressing you like that with so much alcohol flowing might end badly” 

She was scrolling photos, found a picture of me wearing the summer dress, a picture of me tenting out a pair of satin briefs, the headline line read ‘Man enough to allow his wife dress him like this’ 

“Never post in anger” I said “They both know I can be a bigger man” I laughed

“Much bigger man” Molly said as she deleted the draft and moved onto recapping the day. “Before the alcohol took over they said how passable you were. And I thought how confident you looked. And when did you practice heels on stairs?”

“Passable?” I was shocked

“More ‘quite passable’ from a distance - you’ll probably never be June-passable” Molly smiled “and I don’t want you too passable, I want people to know what I have turned my husband into” 

———//———

As my weeks in chastity passed Molly would touch me in the ways that always had me keen for sex with increasing frequency, disappointed by lack of urgency she would add in neck nuzzling, stomach and nipple stroking and so on all without signs of frustration on my part.

At times I nearly confessed that my nipples had become so sensitive that I could achieve a gentle ‘inner’ orgasam that left me super calm. But if I confessed all that to Molly she would discover how well my hormone implants had begun working.

What, for five months, had been discreet changes now showed outward changes at an exponentially increasing speed. My nipples showed first signs of change, puffy morphed into feminine with Areolae that quickly became 2 inches in diameter. Starting behind them breasts began to form, I could feel new ducts spreading out beneath my skin, tissue building.

Initially I had hidden changes beneath my man-bra or night clothes, now I had to discreetly avoid Mollys touch on my chest. 

Hips and thighs now had a layer of fat.

I began to regret my decision to stop taking hormones by tablet, with seven months of hormones remaining in my implants I was committed come what may.

My first earth shattering ejaculation occurred while massaging my nipples, but not a man ejaculation in any way. My orgasam built slowly, grew in intensity then I began a long drawn out orgasam - a flow rather than ejaculation. I was like a teenager again, any time Molly was busy my hands slipped to my new breasts. Sleep, eating, talking all became inconvenient intrusions on masturbating time.

“No matter how secure the prison inmates discover ways to escape” Molly stood leaning in the doorway of my office shoes in hand. Her expression was that of a farmer whose favourite chicken was missing “but not for long”

Molly’s smile widened as I pulled my top down ‘no need to be shy, I’ve noticed what are growing on your chest for a while”

I considered myself lucky not to have been caught mid-orgasam, but unlucky to be caught highly aroused “but I NEED to cum Molly” I whined “this chastity is inhuman”

She smiled and led me by my hand to our bedroom “unlock the safe…it’s fine” she nodded “take out my JC, slip your panties down”

By way of teasing Molly had taken to calling her favourite vibrator ‘JC’, she pushed me back on the bed and pulled my skirt to my waist then kneeling on my chest she pinioned my arms to the bed. I had read domination fiction and would have known what to expect had Molly not been fully dressed and wearing leggings. She teased me with vibrating-JC on my nipples, I moaned with pleasure.

“Now you know why I keep my toys in the safe” Molly said 

I began to moan and thrust into mid air, Molly removed the vibrator from my nipple and held it against my chastity, her free hand continued to caress my nipple. 

My orgasam was fast and intense just like in times before hormones. Molly continued to hold the vibrator against my cage, the intensity increased.

What had been intense pleasure began to feel unpleasant “that’s enough Molly” she turned the vibrator up full “stop, stop, it’s…argh!”

“Escapees must face the consequences, I read somewhere this is called a punishment wank” Moly said, she was laughing softly as I begged her to stop. Pleasure had become pain. “No more cheating?”

I promised, I meant it “you can trust me. That was so, so fucking awful” 

Molly asked questions about how it felt, “If I said I you could choose a daily punishment wank for a week or let me fem you up for a month what would you choose”

“Even if it was just one punishment wank I would choose being femmed up”

“OK that question, choose for real” 

“Same answer, I choose being femmed-up”

Molly smiled as she put the vibrator on her bedside, picked up her nail scissors and cut the paracord around my neck. She handed me the key “you choose if we have chastity play” and unlocked me “and if you put it back on it has to be your decision”

I smiled “tell me exactly what you want before I agree”

Molly was making a new corset design, she wanted me to be a tester for a sample of the new design that she planned to make. A completely new design, it would shape shoulder to groin but with less restriction of movement.  She showed me flexible plastic bones that would be used, and the corset would have a built in breast feature hence the need to stay in feminine mode.

“How will that work? I cannot stay indoors for that long”

“Of course not, I will make sure you look as feminine as possible when we go out, trust me”

“Like I trusted you with this?” I waved my hand at my chastity

“You decided to lock yourself in, just like you decided to embark on feminising hormones” Molly said. Strictly speaking although hormones had ben her suggestion initially it was my decision to take them, my decision to get hormone implants. 

She said she would support me in every way that I wanted if I decided to spend a month dressing as a woman “every morning I will get us both ready to face the world, unless you want to do your own thing”

“Why a month? Surely a week would be as good a test”

“People have been wearing steel boned corsets for decades” Molly said, she wanted to be sure her new design would perform “like car manufacturers test a new model for thousands of miles, I want my new model tested for thousands of hours”

“A thousand hours is forty-one days” I said to impress her with my mental maths ability.

“Forty-one days you say, would you be OK with that?” Molly said, 

I nodded “thirty days, forty-one days, what’s the difference?” We kissed “remind me of the chastity rules”

“There are no rules, never have been outside your head” Molly said adding I had never asked to end chastity play “and most days you spend in our apartment or the shop or the garden. We go out what…three or four times a week?”

———//———

 

Molly checked the fabric swatches under various lighting before ordering the material. She said each corset would be made to match customers skin colour. I noticed the lack of a busk, shoulder straps and bra cups at first fitting. After scooping my breasts Molly marked the position for two underwires then groped at my breasts the way I often did to hers “the way these are growing you will need to bind if you want to go out in man mode in forty-one days” 

“Doubt they will get much bigger, especially not in a month” I said hopefully, I was already careful to conceal my chest.

“I remember staying same size for weeks then suddenly my bras would be too small” Molly giggled “like you say about the garden JC - things seem to 

grow when you are not looking”

Next fitting Molly had underwires to the top of the corset “is it just the bra to add?” I said, she nodded as she measured my breast tissue that she had scooped inside the wires.

At my suggestion we lunched out most days. I wanted to make the most of my last days of masculinity before the corset was finished. Molly was waiting for the bra cups to arrive, when I asked why she did not make them herself all she would say is ‘you’ll see’ with obvious excitement in her voice.

Molly said something about ‘en-femme’ and we joked about the opposite and came up with ’en-masc’ 

Fay had lights and cameras set up and ready when I came out of the shower wearing a bathrobe, the corset lay on the bed next to my white blouse and black skirt.

We had practised, a square was taped on the floor to act as a guide, I undid my bathrobe and let it drop to the floor and, wearing mens boxer shorts, I began the routine. Fay would create a sequence of fades; male body to corseted body. 

Using the hook on the wall Molly helped me lace-down, as usual with a new corset she had made it a little smaller in the waist and, this time, left out hip padding. 

Two things surprised me, first a lack of shoulder straps, second, instead of what I imagined would be a bra the corset had semi-rigid, plastic false breasts complete with moulded in nipples, they looked like hollow breast forms attached to the corset. 

Once I was fully laced in I checked out the mirror, the corset so close to my skin colour it was hardly noticeable unlike the nipples on the false breasts “these breasts are enormous” I said poking at the dark brown nipples

“Tits always look bigger from the back” Fay said then began laughing

Molly joined in “JC won be going ’en-masc’ any time soon” She asked if I thought they were out of proportion “I am a B cup as well. Am I out of proportion?”

“The B cup twins” Fay giggled

We all quietened down as Molly began a sales pitch to camera. She positioned me facing a camera, stepped behind me and squeezed both plastic breasts. They silently collapsed then slowly regained shape.

My breasts felt like they had been sucked into the corsets breasts, I moved my hand up. 

Molly batted my hands away “as our model has discovered the breast section provides a suction to give the wearer a truly unique experience” She smiled over my shoulder and squeezed again “wear braless or add your favourite bra”

“As you are wary of going out JC perhaps you would like to come to us for a meal” Fay said “and I know Emma is keen to see Mollys new creation” 

“Are you talking about JC or his corset” Molly said

“Are they not one and the same?” Fay said as she packed away the lights.

“NOT funny” I said as I walked back to my study

———//———

“Can you look after the shop for me?” Molly had a buying trip planned, I agreed as I could work from the shop as easily as my study “let me do your makeup” 

“Why this blouse, why heels?” I said to Molly, she had a thing about us both wearing white blouse, black skirt in the shop. 

Molly sighed “shop uniform” In fairness she had said it before, but wearing such a thin blouse with a lacy white bra left my corsets dark nipples on display “just someone looking for a dress and a male customer coming in for measuring”

“Woa” I said “woman customer and a measure?” 

“just leave her to wander” Molly said “he wants a standard tight lacer” with a smile as she left the shop.

I did not have long to wait until the dress shopper arrived, I was checking the mirror for the twentieth time in the hope that I would, as if by magic,  suddenly pass female instead of what I was - crossdressed when she came in. 

Even though Molly had done a great job with my makeup, had put my hair in a twist knot speared with a chopstick I knew I would not pass so closeup.

“I’m looking for a vintage dress, the lady on the telephone said her husband was minding the shop, I am Penelope” she said “is he here?”

I could feel myself blushing, I began speaking softly and avoided the question by I suggesting she explore and pointed out the changing rooms.

“Thank you” Penelope said as she browsed the shop, each time I glanced up from my MacBook her eyes would dart away like a crow pretending not to look at a mongoose. Penelope tried on a few dresses and bought a mid calf summer dress before leaving.

Danny - the male customer was less discreet, he opened with “I have seen you on the website…The Corsetière's Husband” He smiled as I measured where his wast should have been “and you are him…the husband?”

———//———

“Shall I wear my chastity tonight?” I said, I was in a teasing mood. The past week had been Mollys week and I knew she would be hungry for my cock.

“Worried Emma and Fay will ravage you?” Molly laughed “girl on girl on girl. Meanwhile what am I supposed to do?” She was in an equally teasing mood.

“I thought unlocking me for sex might be another of your little fetishes”

“Up to you” Molly said in a disinterested tone. 

We had slipped into ‘dare’ mode. I took the chastity from my bedside, as locked myself in I glanced up, Molly’s eyes were transfixed, I handed her my key. 

Molly giggled as she made me a new chastity necklace and said “did I tell you I suspended your safe access code” as she handed me a mid thigh, round neck, LBD “careful how you sit or you will flash your chastity at the girls”

“No panties in a dress this short? Is that a dare?” I said with a smirk

“Does flashing your chastity at lesbians turns you on” Molly smirked right back at me “completely up to you…are you man enough?”

“Game on” I said, with my chastity necklace in full view I was prepared for a ribbing from Emma and Fay “let me guess…you are giving me slutty makeup to match my slutty dress?”

“Don’t forget ‘fuck me’ heels…” Molly nodded as she did smokey eyes then stepped back “all done…if your lips were like mine, you would totally pass…”

———//———

“Excuse the mess…Emma is running late” Fay said as she opened the door. 

We were a little late ourselves “when they came to us they brought vodka, we should get a bottle” Molly had said as we left our apartment “can we walk to the off-licence?”

We had been out together, meals in the city and such like, I never intended to hide indoors for the whole forty-one days but with just a few days wearing the new corset remaining shopping local seemed way too careless “I know it is nearly dark but my dress is so short and stretchy and it makes these false tits look even bigger” in al honesty I was in two minds.  I wanted another dose of scary excitement that crossdressing in public gave “Molly this is our village, what if someone makes me?”

“Well I doubt anyone will think you are my husband, I’ll say you are my friend” Molly said

“or we are on our way to a fancy dress party” I said “I don’t pass Molly”

“Perfect timing” Emma said raising her head as she lay on the sofa “Beatrice is finishing up”

“This is JC and Molly” Fay said as Emma lay back down, she smiled “lips” Fay said while pointing to her own lips as if we would be unsure as to the location of lips.

Molly asked how long it took, Beatrice looked up and answered ’ten, fifteen minutes’ 

“Such a coincidence, as we dressed tonight I was saying now everyone has fillers it makes JC’s lips seem a little thin when he is en-fem” Molly said

“Every actor has filler, I do a lot of men” Beatrice said “and thin lips can look a little mean”

“Don’t even think of asking” I said to Molly with a giggle

“You thought I would suggest that?” Molly said as she fingered her necklace while looking at me. 

“No offence, but fillers would take whatever the game is that you and Molly are playing to a whole new level” Fay leant in as she put my drink on the table and whispered “but your lips are the last giveaway”

Beatrice packed her things away and we settled into a film and wine.

Music replaced the film that had ended. One by one Molly, Emma and Fay left and re-grouped in the kitchen, they were deep in conversation and playing a drinking game.

Uncomfortable at the silence in the lounge as we listened to the others talking in the kitchen I said “does it hurt Beatrice?”

“Hurt?” Beatrice asked

“Hardly felt a thing” I said as I lay on the sofa, Beatrice had demonstrated by inserting a needle

“You want me to do your lips?” Beatrice asked quietly, I nodded “how much?”

“Would a shape like Emma’s lips look all right on me?” I nervously laughed “or perhaps not quite so full?” 

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I heard the doorbell followed by footsteps on the stairs. I must have dozed off for a few seconds as Beatrice packed her things away, I opened my eyes and glanced around just in time to see a newcomer disappearing into the kitchen holding Beatrice’s hand, they were both laughing.

As soon as I heard her name I realised why the back of the newcomers dress looked so familiar. 

“Molly this is Penelope” Beatrice said then, still laughing, “JC is laying asleep on the sofa, dress ridden up, his chastity on display”

“I couldn’t believe my eyes when I walked into your shop Molly, if there was an award for turning a husband into a tranny you would certainly win” Penelope briefly paused then continued loudly voicing her assumptions, she enthused about Molly using chastity to turn me into a cocksucker “do you pimp your crossdresser?”

“Fuck you” Molly said as she walked into the lounge. I feigned sleep until she  said loudly “O-M-G what have you done JC?  You had your lips done?” the shock obvious in her voice, she pulled the hem of my dress down “time to go home”

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Molly remained silent until we were back in our apartment, she avoided eye contact with me while she made tea. I sat at the table, my tentative ‘we need to talk’ went unanswered. I looked up as Molly put two mugs of tea down, her makeup was streaked from tears. 

“Yes we do need to talk, me first, WHY did you ignore the warning from Emma and Fay when they invited us?” She spoke almost in a whisper “they both warned you about how Beatrice and Penelope act towards men” 

“I was expecting cruel comments but Beatrice was really friendly” I said. We could hear shouting through the wall, an argument was in full swing next door.

Mollys voice increased in volume “ ‘Beatrice was really friendly’ oh really? I guess you have not looked in a mirror” even her air quotes were shouting “you waited until you two were alone and let her do that to you!”

I went to check the mirror, not only had Beatrice given me full upper and lower lips she had applied dayglow pink lip colour “Beatrice said it was pale pink” I said as I sat down.

 

Molly shook her head “lipstick colour? That is what you take from looking in the mirror?”

No response known to either man or crossdresser could possibly be right, I waited in silence.

“Your lips are going to be like that for months” Molly said “how are you going to return to man mode now?”

“Is that really what you want?” I returned her stare for a few seconds to let her calm, “you have spent months feminising me, and I have spent months enjoying letting you…perhaps you should be asking me if I want to return to man mode after a month of girl mode”

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