New Age Lifestyle

Part 18

I plopped down on the couch and turned on the football game. My wife came in the room and asked, what the h*ll are you doing? Watching the game, I repled. No sissy, you're not, she exclaimed. Get up off that couch! She looked me up and down disgustedly and said, you look ridiculous in those baggy boy clothes, march yourself upstairs and change out of those ridiculous boy clothes and put on one of your pretty nighties! I did as I was told and got changed. I came back downstairs and she looked me up and down again. Much better sissy, she said.I don't want to see you in that boy costume in this house again. We need to get you some new clothes more suitable for a sissy pansy like you. What?? I said, I'm not wearing girl's clothes, you said I could still wear my normal clothes! Your time is limited sissy, no boy clothes in this house, she said. Here's how this is going to go today. We are going to watch chick flicks, I am going to show you how to paint your toenails, and then you are going to massage my feet and do any and everything I ask of you!

So here I sit, panties, bra, and nightie. My wife is painting my toenails pink and I am fielding texts from my friends about why I am not watching football with them. What in the h*ll is happening to me?? I AM a sissy pansy....more to come.

Part 16

I cleaned up breakfast and headed to the bedroom to get dressed for Football Sunday. I took off my frilly apron and glanced at myself in the mirror. Look at the pansy in the floral white panties and white t-shirt bra, I thought. How am I going to pull this off? I selected some baggy jeans and a black t-shirt and got dressed. The jeans showed no evidence that I was wearing panties but the bra outline was fairly obvious through my t-shirt. S**t! This isn't going to work! The temperature was still in the 70s and a sweatshirt would be extreme overkill, but it was probably my only chance.i grabbed a baggy sweatshirt and put it on. I examined myself in the mirror, serching for signs of my bra.i could slightly see the molded cups forming tiny breasts, but not overly obvious. I looked at my back and could slightly make out the bumps of my strap adjusters. Maybe no one will notice, I mean, I had to look pretty hard to spot them. I could take the bra off after I left the house? Would she even know? What would happen if she found out? Could I dare take that chance?

I went downstairs to get ready to head for the sports bar. When my wife saw me she giggled and said, awful warm for a sweatshit, don't you think? It's the only way I can hide this stupid bra, I replied. She touched me on my back, right where my strap adjuster was and said, I'm sure no one will spot these as she laughed hysterically. Or even your tiny titties! You sure don't look like one of the guys! But if you want to go that bad, I'm sure nothing will go wrong! But if you were even thinking about removing your bra today, it will be a big mistake as I will certainly show up at some point and check on you...and you better have that f**king bra on!....more to come.

Absolutely adorable! You are the perfect example of the New Age male! I absolutely LOVE that outfit!

Mostly pink, other than that pastels. Also many floral prints. No black, not sissy enough for me.

Part 15
She patted me on my pantied butt and told me to put my frilly apron on and make us breakfast. I prepared our breakfast and we sat down to eat. My wife asked, so, are you planning on meeting your friends for Football Sunday? Yeah, I replied. How do you think your friends will like your new look, she asked? Your freshly shaved face? Your flowery scent? Your bra outline? Think they will compliment you? Or do you think they won't notice? I was dumbfounded.  Maybe if I wear a baggy sweatshirt my bra won't be visible, I said. It doesn't matter to me, she said. They're your friends. If they're such good friends, maybe they'll accept you as your true sissy self! She laughed hysterically, I don't think Football Sunday is for sissies, but suit yourself!.....to be continued.

I went downstairs and got started brewing coffee. What does she possibly have planned fir me now? Then it occurred to me, today is Football Sunday. S**t! I thought. I have been going to the sports bar with my buddies every Football Sunday for as long as I could remember. How can I get out of wearing a bra? There's no way she will let me go without it. Maybe I could wear a bulky sweatshirt to hide it. What if someone pats me on the back and feels it? What the f**k am I going to do?

The coffee was done brewing, so I poured us both a cup and returned to the bedroom. Are you ready for your surprise, she asked? I guess, I grumbled. Don't be so grumpy sissy, she said. Come with me to the bathroom. We entered the bathroom and I saw sitting on the vanity was a pink ladies razor, some ladies shaving cream, and a bottle of lotion. Time for you to shave that nasty body hair sissy, she said. What?? I asked. You heard me sissy, you can't have all that nasty body hair when you wear such pretty underthings! Now get in the shower and get to work. I want you hairless evefywhere below your eyebrows. Even my facial hair, I asked? It's below your eyebrows isn't it, she said. Sissies don't have facial hair. Now quit stalling and get to work, and you better do a good job, because I will be checking!....to be continued.

Part 12
After dinner was done, I cleaned up the kitchen and asked my wife if there was anything else she wanted me to do. No sissy, she said, you've had a big day today. Why don't you go change into one of your nighties and go to bed. I went upstairs to the bedroom and selected my pink nightie and a fresh pair of matching panties. I got changed and looked at myself in the mirror again. There was that sissy pansy staring back at me again. Is she right, I thought? I'm not putting up much resistance. Maybe she is right. Maybe I am a sissy? What am I thinking, I'm no sissy. I laid down in the bed. My head was spinning. What was happening? Why does this silky nightie feel so nice? Maybe this isn't all bad. Soon I drifted off to sleep.....to be continued.

Part 10
How did I get myself into this? I can get away with wearing panties without anyone knowing, but bras?? Everyone will know! How will I hide my bra outline? This is insane. Why is she doing this to me? Why am I obeying?

Come here sissy, she said. I want you to practice hooking and unhooking your bra. You need to be able to put it on and fasten it behind your back in a matter of seconds like I can. You will practice until I'm satisfied with your technique.

I fiddled and fumbled trying to unhook my bra. How do women do this?  I was finally able to get it unhooked. Now I have to fasten it. This is impossible! It took many tries to get the right hooks to the right loops. My wife was laughing and teasing me as I struggled. After about an hour, I was finally getting the hang of it. Nice work sissy, she said. You're on your way to being a proper sissy! I'm not a f**king sissy, I protested! I'm not wearing a bra! F**k this! Before I could take it off, she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of me in my pink lacy bra! You WILL wear your bra all the time, she said. I will send this pic to every one of your contacts if you disobey me...to be continued.