One Fateful Evening

That was the fateful moment that I discovered a new me and …a new Phil!

"Okay Phil, bring us our drinks!" I shouted to the kitchen. "We have a little surprise for you."

He swaggered into the room, a drink in each hand and, his prick sticking right out in front of him, as hard as rock.

"So, which one of you wants me first?" Sure, he knew what was to come.

"Neither just yet, we have to prepare you for your role." I told him firmly.

Lisa helped me get him into the bathroom where, I tied his hands to the rails, leaving him helpless. Next, I got out my Immac depilatory crème and, covered his entire body, right up to his neck in it.

We left him alone like that for 20 minutes and, went out for our drinks. When we returned, I let him loose and made him shower it off. As the crème washed away, so did his hair, leaving him smooth as a baby's bottom!

Phil was less sure now and, complained a little, as I tied him up again, this time strapping his arms and legs to the chair by the mirror. I shaved his facial hair and then decided to pluck his eyebrows, thin and shapely.

Next, a thick layer of foundation was applied to his face and neck; the canvas was ready. I handed control over to Lisa, who immediately started his make-up. Some mousse helped us change his longish hair into a more feminine looking style.

Things were getting interesting!

A few years before all this took place, I'd been a much fuller figured woman and, I was now really pleased that I'd kept some of my clothes in the back of one of the cupboards.

I sorted out what I had, whilst Lisa finished the revamp and paint job on Phil. She was obviously taking the whole thing quite seriously.

First of all she covered his face in a light foundation, making sure to have covered Phil's facial hair areas quite liberally; next she put on some kohl eyeliner and a heavy dose of 'lash-lengthening' mascara. She applied a really eye-catching effect on his lids; narrowing his eyes slightly, and making their appearance stunning.

She stood back to take in the effect and, followed up by applying blusher to his cheekbones.

Now for his lips, she thought carefully. She outlined his mouth, making it pout sexily and, filling it in with two different types of red and some 'high-gloss' over the top.

The finished product was quite amazing, my husband really looked like a sexy woman!

I found my old waist-reducing corset; hold up stockings with a Cuban heel, panties and a sports bra.

"Just what I was looking for." I whispered to myself, gloating at Phil's unexpected turn of events.

Now for the top layer, I thought to myself.

Digging deep, I found some of the sexy outfits that I'd bought to entertain Phil in those days.

"Yes!" I cried. "I knew it was still here somewhere."

I'd found the 'Anne Summers' French Maid outfit that I'd bought some 5 years before.

"This'll top it off perfectly!"

When I returned, I was shocked at how well the transformation had gone. Lisa had completed the effect by varnishing Phil's nails - Hand and foot!

"Your forfeit will be as follows: You will dress as a French-Maid following which, you will serve the two of us, however we deign to be correct. You will obey our every whim, to the letter.

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