Better to give?

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Prep time

Before we go out on the town, my wife has started having me style her hair while she relaxes and texts her girlfriends.  

Now that her friends know about my alter ego, their new obsession is finding ways to hook me up with men.  My wife's occasional laugh leaves me wondering what they're scheming.

Book club

It's the weekend and I'm doing housework in a cute but comfortable dress.  Even though I'm not planning on going out in public today, I still paint my nails and put on basic makeup.

I set the next laundry basket down on the lawn and just as I reach for the first piece of clothing, my wife calls out to me from the sliding back door.  

Looking over my shoulder, I see her standing with a group of women I don’t recognize.  That’s when I realize they have a good view up my dress!  I quickly stand up and turn towards the group as my face reddens.

She yells that her book club is here.  Her book club consists of a dozen women, a couple of which are my wife’s closest friends.  Apparently most of them were able to make it today.  

All are either smiling or laughing as they realize what’s happening, some trying to hide it behind an open hand or stifle it altogether.  None of them are successful.

My wife continues shouting across the lawn, apologizing to me from within the middle of the group.  She supposedly “forgot” it was her turn to host the club this afternoon.  

She tells me to carry on as I was, and don’t mind them.  They’ll be inside talking about the latest book with a bottle of wine.  Maybe taking a peek out the window to see how I'm progressing with my chores!

I overhear some of them asking my wife if that’s really me in a dress and panties.  Her close friends call out a simple “hi” to me and smile as they turn around.  I can’t make out their conversation as they head back inside, but I can only imagine what they’re saying.

I take a deep breath as I realize my secret is no longer.  Inhale, exhale.  I turn back to the laundry basket and pull out one of my bras and clip it to the line.

Taking stock pt II

My wife listens as I describe how the guys saw me dressed as a woman.

"Oh, my.  What did you tell them?" she asks.

"That I did it as a joke.  But since they didn't laugh, I just excused myself and changed into my male clothes.  Then we watched the game like nothing happened."

"Do you really think they could see up your dress?"

"I don't know how they couldn't!  I was completely bent over the couch hiding the book."

"Well that really is embarrassing."  She pauses a moment.  "Well, now that it's over, how do you feel about the guys seeing you as Alison?"

"Like you said, it was embarrassing!  My heart was pounding.  The silence was deafening, and time crawled to a stop.  There was nowhere to hide.  This might sound crazy, but it almost felt like they were undressing me with their eyes."

She winks as she says, "I bet my little sissy liked being checked out by the guys!"

I suspect she's ribbing me, but I pause to think.  "To be honest, as humiliating as it was, a part of me was turned on."

Now she sits silently as my admission sinks in.  I can only imagine what she's thinking.  When she flashes her mischievous smile again, I know I'm in for another adventure.

A game day surprise

My wife's on an overnight trip with a bunch of her friends.  She suggests I invite my guy friends over to hang out and watch the big game. 

That leaves me most of the afternoon to enjoy some down time dressed as Alison.  I peruse my wife's romance novels, find one of interest, and nestle within the couch to read. 

But I fall asleep and wake up to the sound of the doorbell ringing.  I hear the door open and the guys calling my name.

Panic sets in as I realize there’s no time to change clothes, but maybe I can at least hide my romance novel under the pillow.  

I hear gasps as I'm bent over in front of the couch.  I freeze and slowly look over my shoulder.