Fifi La Femme: A Pansy at Last

I was quivering and shimmying with excitement dressed in my wife Doreen's black satin 36DD long-line brassiere with a pair of heavy silicone false titties wobbling inside the cups; her gorgeous deep six strap waist clinching suspender belt and flimsy see through panties that I'd bought for her; or rather me; from "Secrets in Lace." I sat on the edge of the bed and rolled on a pair of her ultra sheer barely black silky seamed nylons attached them to my garter straps stood up and stepped into a pair of strappy 5-inch heels. Oh I did feel gay.

My heart was racing as I sashayed across to the full length mirror and admired myself. I tossed a pink feather boa across my shoulders and they literally shimmied with pent up effeminacy at the sight before me. My face had been transformed by a big blond Drag Queen wig that I'd bought for myself along with my falsies; a pair of long false eyelashes eye-shadow mascara and pansy pink lip gloss. I wore my wife's diamante drop ear rings a pearl necklace bracelets and rings on my fingers with painted nails and lashings of perfume. I had been transformed from a 45 year old wimpy closet gay into a gorgeous sexy mincing queer wife and I was about to become a practicing homosexual with my new hubbie; my neighbour Big Frank; the "Man of my dreams!"

When I first met Frank my heart skipped a beat he was so butch and manly. Eight years older than me he stood at over 6'2"; really muscly with a shaved head tattoos from his time in the Merchant Navy and tanned. Then one day he started chatting across the fence wearing only a pair of skimpy swimming trunks that left nothing to the imagination and he had the most gorgeous rug of chest hair that went down across his belly and on to you know where. Oh I was in love!

Well we went for a drinky one evening and sensing my closet effeminacy he told me that he liked to go with queers who dressed up in ladies undies. I was open mouthed and blushed like a girl but eventually after a few too many Campari and soda's I confessed that I had always dreamed of being a butch man's cream=puff. We were perfectly matched both wanting queer sex me as a poof and him as a butch bisexual man.