Three Days

 I opened my underwear drawer, called out “Heather, where is my underwear?”

“Your underwear?” Heather had a smirk across her face when she walked into our bedroom “but David that is your underwear”

“You cannot mean that, please, be reasonable”

“Don’t be such a baby, now step in” Heather said as she held the, not-mine, underwear out, lots of men wore them she insisted. 

“Why are you doing this?” I whined all too late, she settled them around my waist. Now she had taken me that first step I found it hard to resist what came next. Seeing my reflection felt like watching a scene from some weird horror-porno in the mirror.

Heather knelt in front of me “Just put your toe in David” she said with a giggle “you will love the way they feel” she added as she unrolled one past my ankle.

It was as if I had passed out or perhaps my mind had erased the memories of the past minutes, nightmare-self stared back at me from the mirror.

“You make breakfast while I shower” Heather said

“No, I want to put my own clothes on. Where are they?”

“But you are wearing your own clothes” Heather laughed in my face “breakfast, now, do as I say” 

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I kept the blinds down as I waited for Heather, as if by way of a greeting the moka pot began to gurgle just as Heather walked in, her eyes examined me head to toe then toe to head. She nodded her approval, smirked “open the blinds”

“Someone might see me dressed like this, I can hear voices outside”

“Don’t be such a prima donna, do this one little thing for me and I will take you with me” Heather smirked “we will go clothes shopping then have lunch with my friends”

I relaxed, said I would open the blinds after breakfast, after I had changed into my own clothes. 

Heather held up her iPhone, laughed and tapped at the screen. While I was clearing the breakfast things away her phone vibrated, she giggled as she read the messages then handed her iPhone to me.

Thumbs-up and smiling emojis peppered the messages from her friends; cute look, cannot wait for lunch, Eric is coming, shall I bring Adam and worse filled the screen.

Heather said secrets are toxic “I have wanted to dress you like this for, like, ever” she said, “and now our friends all know what you are wearing today there is nothing to be afraid of”

My shoes, like all of my clothes, were missing. Heather had shoes ready for me in the shoe cupboard “step in, they look good on you” she said as she fastened them.

“At least let me wear a coat” I pleaded even though the weather reporter had said it was 27degrees outside “everyone will stare”

“Everyone will stare if you wear a coat in this heatwave, silly” Heather had changed tack, slipped seamlessly from ordering me around into kind, loving, wife mode “I’ll drive, I don’t trust you to drive in those shoes” Heather said, her face unable to hide her delight at having me in full view of neighbours and miscellaneous passers by.

The shopping mall was unusually crowded for a weekday, people were returning to relaxed as the air-conditioning cooled them. “People are staring at me” I said quietly to Heather.

“What do you expect?” Heather said as we paused shopping for a coffee “scoping out every woman when you are dressed like that”

“This is so wrong of you, you have gone back on your word” I let the tone of anger show in my voice, heads on the next table unlookingly listened “you force me to come out dressed like this” I could feel tears streaming, for the first time I was thankful for my lack of makeup “dressed like a fucking man…I still have three days left of my crossdressing week Heather” 

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