On Strike!

The girl in the mirror carefully began to apply coral polish to her eager fingers, crossing her silky legs under the lacy hem of her slip. When I saw my slip sliding up my stockings, the sights and sensations were suddenly too much for me, and although my penis was soft and tucked between my legs, I was overwhelmed my a sweet, exquisite glow that spread all the way down to my toes. The spell was broken only when I realized that my nice clean panties were flooded with a sticky souvenir of my former self.

If anything, my orgasm seemed to reinforce my newfound femininity. Relieved of my sex drive, I felt serene and relaxed as I finished polishing my nails. There was a momentary distraction while I peeled off my soiled panties and hose and wiped myself clean, then I was putting on a fresh pair of panties and enjoying the experience of easing a new pair of pantyhose up my lustrous legs. I no longer felt like a man putting on women's clothing. I felt like a woman.

Which outfit should I wear today? I decided to show off my arms and legs with a short sleeved top that I had only been able to wear under sweaters, and a knee-length jumper. I was careful not to muss my hair when I dropped my top over my head, and I appraised my reflection with a critical eye while I tied the strings behind my jumper into a bow which snugged the dress against my pert breasts and slim hips. I had a coltish figure accentuated by nicely shaped legs, and on a whim I pulled my hair back into a ponytail with one of the wife's scrunchies, giving me an All American Girl look. I stepped into a pair of skimmer flats, clipped on my earrings, and returned to the bedroom to accessorize my outfit with scarves and jewelry from the wife's extensive collection.

Taking off my wedding ring was like crossing the Rubicon. I reminded myself that I had paid for the bracelet, necklace and wristwatch that I selected, and they looked infinitely better on me than they did on her. With that liberating thought, I tied a Gucci scarf around my neck and treated myself to a generous spritz of her most expensive cologne. From that moment on, I was on strike from being a man. The question was, would I ever be able to go back?