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Dear Helga, Alan and I were both in our early 40's and although we had been married for over 15 years we were never blessed with children. Friends always commented on how we made the perfect couple until the day that Janet (our neighbour) passed away leaving us all of her worldly goods. We had always been tight for money but we just managed, then overnight we became quite wealthy by our standards. Gradually Alan changed and friends soon noticed that he spent much of his spare time alone at the local bar. One evening Alan and I had been drinking some wine at home, I was sorting out some of Janet's clothes whilst we chatted. Alan picked up one of Janet's dresses and holding it in front of him, he began to prance around the room. I jokingly said that it would fit but inside my heart pounded. We both laughed and teasingly Alan laid the dress across a chair and started to take off his shirt. "You wouldn't dare" I said not sure if Alan would hear me above the sound of my pounding heart. I had come across the Petticoat Discipline website some days earlier but couldn't imagine how to start Alan's training. Laughing Alan said "just watch" and he was soon standing there in just his underpants. I picked up a pair of knickers and handed them to Alan, without a word he took them and changed. Next I picked up a bra. Alan looked and shook his head, but soon gave in and I fastened the bra around his back. Alan was blushing as I helped him into the dress and zipped up the back. He pranced around the room a few times and then we embraced. As I put my arms around Alan the feel of the lingerie through the material of the dress sent a shiver up my spine. Despite Alan's protests as he struggled to reach the zipper, I managed with bribery to persuade him to keep the dress on until we went to bed. During the evening and over supper I noticed just how Alan was back to his old self, so attentive and loving. The next day over breakfast Alan asked me to keep the "dress thing" secret and went off to work. Instead of bagging Janet's clothes for the charity shop I put them in the laundry room. That evening Alan was back to normal and spent the evening in the bar coming home late and drunk which became routine over the next few weeks. One day whilst browsing the internet I came across another site that had a forum about wayward husbands. Over the next few days I made many visits to the site and others came across an article that discussed how male behaviour patterns could be tamed by certain medications. The name of one was very familiar as I had been prescribed it for hormone replacement. A quick check in the medicine cupboard revealed a supply. After some more research I replaced Alan's vitamin tablets with them. Alan commented that the health food store had changed the shape of the multi vitamins again. Over the next few weeks Alan gradually started to spend less time at the bar and friends started to comment that it was nice to see that Alan back to normal. I was able to get repeat prescriptions from our doctor for the pills without any problems. Gradually sex became less frequent and one Friday I suggested to Alan that we could try a little dressing up session that evening and a night at home as the last one had been such fun. To my surprise he agreed straight away. After a shower I helped Alan dress, this time I added a girdle with suspenders and some stockings to the outfit. As I helped Alan into the bra I noticed that his nipples seemed puffy and quite dark. The full cup bra matched the girdle, as I added some scrunched up stockings to the bra cups I noticed him shudder slightly as my hand brushed his nipple. Despite his protests about the padding to the bra I assured him that it was just for me and without any further resistance he stepped into the dress. I noticed that the girdle had shaped his waist as I fastened the zipper and little hook and eye at the back of the dress that I knew would deter him from changing his mind and taking the dress off. I said what a good fit the clothes were, Alan agreed and said it was strange how comfortable they felt. I asked Alan if he would mind cooking dinner whilst I had a shower. Whilst showering I could hear Alan busy in the Kitchen, my mind raced thinking about the new website that I had found about Petticoating. As I came down stairs I could smell dinner cooking and hear the hoover going. Alan did not turn around as I walked into the lounge, walking up to him I kissed him and ran my hands down the sides of his dress, and light heartedly commented on how nice it was to have a personal maid. Alan laughed nervously. The evening went far better than I had imagined, Alan had taken my comment to heart and played the perfect hostess all evening - with my encouragement of course. After dinner Alan made some coffee and as we sat chatting I mentioned just how much seeing Alan dressed as he was really excited me and that I hoped that we could have these special times more often, perhaps over a weekend even. To my delight Alan readily agreed and I mentioned that I had laundered and arranged the clothes of Janet's that fitted him so well in the spare room and began chatting excitedly about what a wonderful weekend this would be. Alan looked surprised and asked if I really meant the next day. "Well of course" I replied "I am so excited, unless you would rather not? " Putting on my best "sad" face I leant over and kissed Alan passionately. Alan laughed slightly nervously and said "anything to please". I always go food shopping on a Saturday morning. By the time Alan awoke I was already to leave. "I have left your clothes for today out on the bed in the spare room" I called up the stairs and shut the front door behind me. Arriving home I heard Alan's voice from the downstairs bathroom "did you mean everything that was out in the spare room?" I tried the handle but unusually it was locked. "Of course" I replied wondering what he had meant. I ran over in my mind what I had left out on the bed. As the door slowly opened an embarrassed Alan emerged wearing the clothes that I had left out for him - and to my surprise and delight - also the blonde wig that I kept on the dresser in the spare room. From that weekend on Alan spent every moment at home fully dressed, the most attentive and passive partner any woman could wish for. As an added bonus his sex drive had diminished to zero, although I ensured that he met my every need. Alan experienced the same hot flushes and sleeplessness that I had whilst taking the tablets and after a few complaints about his fidgeting in bed he was soon sleeping in the spare room full time. The only time that I saw Alan in male clothes was when he went to work and even then at my insistence he would wear girdle, stockings and bra. Apart from that he would be fully dressed in female clothes at all times. Autumn and winter clothes hid the secret of his underclothes perfectly but as warmer weather approached his thinner clothes made concealment more difficult although Alan always wore a jacket. One morning as Alan was leaving for work he came downstairs wearing just a shirt and carrying his jacket. From the back the outline of his bra was clearly visible through the thin material of the summer shirt. As he turned I noticed the shape of the bra and I said "I am not sure that the padding in the cups is a good idea Alan". He blushed slightly but said nothing and went upstairs to change. The local lingerie store had a sale on and some old fashioned bras were in the bargain bin. Very plain thick satin material with boning at the sides and designed with shaping and control in mind. As I stood in line at the checkout I couldn't wait to see Alan in one of his new bras. As soon as Alan arrived home I asked him to shower and the come into my bedroom where I would be waiting with a present. He came through the door wearing a bath robe and looked at the parcel on the bed. I walked over, took a bra from the bag, undid the fastenings and handed it to Alan along with a matching panty girdle, just then the phone rang and I went downstairs to answer it. When I came back into my bedroom Alan stood there encased in the bra and panty girdle. He had already added some padding to the cups which jutted out from his chest. This was the first time I had seen Alan without being fully clothed for some months and I could feel the old desires surging back. Moving closer I told Alan not to move as I ram my hands across his hips and round to the front. Running both hands across his taught flat stomach and up to his chest, and caressed the bra cups. To my surprise the material felt warm to the touch - body heat and even through the thick satin material I could just feel the outline of a nipple. I assumed that Alan had bought a pair of breast forms and I concentrated my attentions on his upper body. As I caressed and massaged I felt, without success for the edge of the breast forms. To my amazement the nipples hardened to my touch and became fully erect, just then Alan began taking short gasps of breath then shuddered uncontrollably and began sobbing. I lowered my arms and took his hands in mine, as I looked down I could see that his groin was wet. "Please don't leave me" he sobbed "I will do anything for you". After a while he calmed down a little and between sobs explained that for nearly a year he had been experiencing changes and despite loosing weight his chest seemed to be getting swollen. Kissing him gently I slipped the bra straps from his shoulders and down to his waist exposing pert breasts topped with large dark nipples. As we did not need the money I told Alan to leave his job immediately and spend all of his time petticoated. Over the next few months Alan became the perfect partner always eager to please. The ongoing changes to his body have meant that these days he is only able to leave the house dressed in female clothes. I hope my story will inspire other wives to take that first step as well. Best Wishes Alison Thank you for your letter Alison, I'm sure it will be inspiring, and I am thrilled that our website helped you in some small way. Helga |