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Vacation Surprise
by Rocco (address withheld)

***

A husband gets a surprise from his wife, while on 
vacation. She makes him live out his cross-dressing 
fantasy in public, since no one knows them, why not? 
(Fdom/M, bd, cd, exh)

***

"Where is my underwear honey?" I asked my wife. This 
was Saturday morning. I had noticed that my underwear 
had been disappearing from my drawer over the last 2 
weeks. I thought nothing of it and thought that she 
simply had not done any laundry. How wrong I was! 

"Something went wrong with the washing machine and it 
ruined everything in the last load," She said. "Well, 
what am I going to wear?" "Here, put these on" as she 
handed me a pair of pink satin panties. "Now don't give 
me any funny looks, I know you love wearing them; in 
fact, I know that you have secretly worn these before." 
I looked at her dumfounded...I never thought that she 
knew of my fetish, I thought I had been so careful. 

"C'mon, lets put these on you." As she pulled them up 
to my hips, she stroked my cock through the fabric. 
"Mmmm, I see that someone finds this exiting. We may 
have to keep it like that." 

I wasn't sure what she meant by that remark. With that, 
I put the rest of my clothes on, jeans and a T-shirt. 
She gave me a slightly disapproving look and said 
"Well, we need to go shopping and get some new 
underwear for you among other things." 

I said, "Can't you just pick up some for me, I want to 
watch the football game." 

Now she absolutely despises football and this would 
normally set her off, but surprisingly, she just smiled 
sweetly and said, "Sure thing honey, I'll get 
everything you need." Boy would I remember that 
statement! 

So as she was shopping, I lay on the couch stroking 
myself through the panties, embarrassed that my wife 
knew of my fetish, but relieved that she seemed so low 
key about it. The game turned out to be pretty boring 
and I ended up taking a nap. I woke up when she came 
home, loaded with bags from various stores. 

"Just stay there, I'll put everything away." 

***
 
"What do you say that we go out for dinner," she asked 
me.  "That sounds like a good idea." "First, I have a 
surprise for you. Stand up and close your eyes." I 
stood and did as she asked.  The next thing I know, she 
pulls my hands behind my back and locks them with a 
pair of handcuffs. 

"What's this all about, Honey?" 

"No comments from the peanut gallery," she says as she 
puts some sort of gag in my mouth. 

"Mmmmfff!" This thing filled up my whole mouth, all the 
way to the back of my throat! As I felt it in my mouth, 
I realized that it was a penis gag. What was going on? 

"Now come along peacefully, or I'll have to take 
further steps."

 With that I follow her into the bathroom. She takes my 
hands and ties a strap to them and pulls it up to the 
shower curtain, forcing me to bend over at the waist. 
She then takes a pair of scissors and proceeds to cut 
my clothes off. "You won't be needing those anymore." 

What did she mean by that? 

She then took some shaving cream and a razor and 
proceeded to shave every bit of hair below my eyebrows. 
"I think that since you like wearing panties so much, 
you should get some experience of everything else that 
goes along with it. You'll find that all of your 
clothes have been replaced with something more suitable 
for your new station. 

Now, I think that about does it. Step in the shower now 
and let's rinse you off". There was nothing I could do 
except obey. As she rinsed all of the hair off of my 
body, my skin felt strange... tingly with no hair. 

"Well that looks much better, but we'll have to do 
something about your figure. That waistline will never 
do. Follow me and we'll take care of it." As we walked 
into the bedroom, I saw some clothes laid out on the 
bed. It looked like some sort of corset, panties, 
stockings, and a short dress. She began to put the 
corset on me, and said, "We'll have to do something 
about those arms that are in the way."

She reached into one of the bags and pulled out a 
leather collar. She then put some leather cuffs on my 
wrists, unlocked the handcuffs, and then hooked my 
hands behind my head to the collar. I was able to offer 
only token resistance as my arms were asleep and numb 
from being hooked to the shower. Next, she started 
hooking up the corset and pulling the laces in behind 
me. 

Soon I couldn't breathe and still she was tightening 
the laces. "Is that uncomfortable? Well it will give 
you some incentive to loose some weight, won't it?" 
With a final tug, she finished adjusting the laces with 
a full knot. 

"I think you'll have an interesting time trying to 
untie that by yourself; I don't think you'll be able to 
do it. Now let's put some panties on you. Which pair 
would you like? You don't care which? Well that's no 
way for a lady to show interest in her lingerie. I 
guess we'll try the pink satin ones.  I think you'll 
look cute in them." 

Next came a bra in which she placed some breast forms 
to fill them out. After that she pulled some stockings 
up each leg hooked them to the garters on the corset 
and smoothed them out. 

"Let's see how this dress I picked out for you fits." 

She picked up a shimmery peach colored dress and pulled 
it over my head. As it fell over my breasts and hips it 
came down to only mid-thigh! She looked at me with a 
grin on her face and said, "Don't you look adorable! 
you'll have to be very careful and ladylike when you 
sit or bend over or the world will see your garters and 
panties. Only a slut would act like that. If you act 
like a slut, I'll have to treat you like one." 

What did she mean by 'the world will see me?' I didn't 
like the implications in that statement. "Step into 
these shoes," she said, as she handed me a pair of 
matching peach shoes with about a 3-1/2 in heel. It was 
difficult to keep my balance with my hands at my neck. 

"Now its time for your makeup; I'm going to remove the 
gag.  I don't want to hear a single word or I'll leave 
it in for a whole day." 

My wife gave me a look that indicated she clearly meant 
it. She spent the next thirty minutes completing my 
makeup, starting with foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner, 
and mascara; a light amount of blush, and finishing 
with a bright rose lipstick.  She topped it off with a 
light brown shoulder length wig. 

"Now you can look at yourself." she said as she led my 
to a mirror. I couldn't believe it! It was a beautiful 
girl who looked back at me. If she was alone in a bar, 
every guy in there would hit on her. The dress had a 
scooped front almost to my breast forms, which were 
ample. It also showed a very flattering figure.  No 
wonder I couldn't breathe. 

Looking at the reflection in the mirror, the hemline 
seemed even shorter, at least 6 inches above my knees. 
"Click!" I turned around, and my wife was taking 
pictures of me! 

"you can't admire yourself all day, we've got a busy 
afternoon and evening ahead of us." With that, my wife 
clipped a leash to my collar and led me to the garage. 
As she opened the passenger door, I began to protest, 
"Honey what are you trying to... MMMPPFFFHHH!" She 
stuffed the gag back in my mouth and immediately 
strapped it behind my head. 

"I warned you. Now you'll have to pay the price." 

She placed me in the passenger seat and strapped me in. 
Bound as I was, with my hands behind my head, there was 
no way I could un-strap myself. 

 As she drove us away, she said, "Now I suppose you're 
wondering what this is all about. It's simply really. 
I've noticed for that last six months that my clothes 
and lingerie have been rearranged when you're home and 
I am not. I've been carefully marking my hangars and 
drawers to confirm this. I'm going to ensure that you 
live this fantasy to the fullest. 

"My fantasy is to dominate my husband completely and 
I'm going to fulfill that to the fullest also. I've 
arranged for your company to give you a two week 
surprise vacation starting Monday. They think that 
we're going on a cruise. However, for the next two 
weeks, you are going to live as a female and follow my 
every command. 

"If you don't agree, I'll send those pictures to your 
boss and secretary. I think they'll have a good laugh 
at those, don't you? To get you ready, we're going to 
the mall to do some shopping for your vacation." 

As we pulled into the mall parking lot she said, "In 
case you are getting any second thoughts, notice that 
you don't have any car keys, wallet or money. If you 
don't do exactly as I say, I'll leave you here to get 
back on your own." 

She was right! How could I get back, dressed like this. 
I couldn't even think of hitchhiking! Cold sweat came 
out on my brow as I realized that I was stuck. I had to 
do what she said. I didn't even want to think of what 
her plans were. 

***
 
I couldn't believe it! Here I was, tied into my car 
seat, dressed as a woman for all the world to see. And 
my wife was driving me to the shopping mall to shop for 
clothes to complete my wardrobe. 

After she stopped the car in the parking lot, she 
turned to me and unlocked the collar, cuffs, and 
removed the gag from my mouth. "Now, can I trust you to 
behave in here, or will I have to really embarrass you? 
And by behave I mean do everything I say without 
question." 

With a numb feeling in my stomach I said, "Yes honey, 
I'll be good." 

"Wonderful, I know we're going to have a marvelous 
time." 

We got out of the car and walked into the mall. The 
heels caused my hips to sway noticeably. She looked at 
me with a grin and said, "My, aren't we calling 
attention to ourselves," and laughed. 

"Our first stop is at the beauty parlor. We don't have 
that much time so today we'll just touch up your makeup 
and do your nails. Your hair can wait until tomorrow. 
I've already made an appointment for you." We walked 
into the parlor, and she said, "Hi, I called earlier 
for the 'special appointment' for Sheila here." 

"Hello, I'm Cindy and everything is ready. Follow me 
please," as she led us into a back room. "Please have a 
seat here." 

I looked at the chair and then my wife with some 
misgivings. "SIT DOWN, you heard the lady," my wife 
said and shoved me into the chair. 

Before I could even recover, she pulled two Velcro 
lined straps out of her purse and quickly strapped my 
arms to the armrests, rendering me completely helpless. 

"Now sit there quietly, or I'll have to take further 
steps." 

The stylist was trying (not very hard) to cover a big 
smirk on her face. "You may begin with her now. I don't 
think she'll give any trouble. How long do you think 
this will take?" 

"For what you requested, about an hour and a half." 

"Good, I'll be back then. I want to do some shopping. 
If he gives you any trouble, feel free to take whatever 
action you think is appropriate." 

She then walked out of the store, leaving me alone with 
the stylist.  

"You aren't going to cause me any trouble, are you?" 

I shook my head no. 

"Too bad, I think I would enjoy disciplining and 
humiliating you." 

That definitely made me decide not to resist (As if I 
could have anyway). "Debbie here is going to do your 
nails, and I will be giving you a light makeover. I 
will have to make a separate appointment for your hair 
for tomorrow." 

She began working on my face as Debbie began my nails.  

Sixty minutes later, she was still working on my face, 
and Debbie was still working on my hands. "This is a 
LIGHT makeover?" I wondered to my myself. How long does 
it take for a complete job? I really didn't want to 
know. At that moment my wife walked in with a shopping 
bag. "How are we coming? Oh, that looks just darling." 
She grinned at me. She then bent over and began 
removing my shoes. 

"What are you doing honey?" I asked.

"Oh, I didn't think that those shoes were flattering 
enough so I dropped into the Wild Pair to find you a 
prettier set. I know your just dying to wear them, but 
with that corset on I think you'd have an impossible 
time trying to bend over to strap them on." 

That was no understatement! I couldn't see what the 
shoes looked like from the angle I was sitting in the 
chair, but I could tell they had a much higher heel 
than the other set. 

"There!" said Cindy. "That about finishes you. How are 
you coming, Debbie? Just a few minutes, to let the last 
coat dry enough." After about five minutes, she said, 
"That about does it.  Let's stand up and have a look at 
you." 

My wife then removed the Velcro straps, freeing me from 
the chair. I stood up...and almost fell down! I looked 
down at my shoes... they were a pair of cream ankle 
straps with at least a 5 inch heel! I could barely 
stand in them. It was amazing what a difference an inch 
and a half made. I then looked in the mirror and almost 
didn't recognize myself. It was a beautiful woman 
staring back at me. The skin looked perfectly smooth 
and the eyes were strikingly highlighted. 

I raised my hands to my face, not believing what I was 
seeing and then noticed my nails. One inch long and a 
deep liquid red. My wife smiled at me and said, "Don't 
they look lovely, Sheila?" 

"Y-yes, they're beautiful... I can't believe it." 

As she paid Cindy and we turned to go, she said, "By 
the way, I asked her to use a permanent set on they 
nails. You won't be able to remove them." 

I looked down at my hands in shock! How could you hide 
nails like that? What would I do at the end of the two 
weeks? "Let's go, we've got plenty still to do." And we 
walked out of the beauty parlor. 

"Now its time for some clothes shopping. With a 
gorgeous bod like you have, we have to get you some 
'hot' outfits to go with them." 

Our first stop was 'The Body Shop'. My wife had me try 
on countless outfits. She ended up picking out a short 
black leather skirt with matching bustier and a white 
satin mini-dress with a scooped neckline. Then she made 
me pay for the items with MY American Express Card 
which had my real name on it. The sales clerk gave me a 
shocked look and then a big smirk. My face turned beet 
red from embarrassment. 

This continued for about 2 hours. I must have tried on 
40 outfits and purchased at least a dozen. My ribs were 
killing me from the constant pressure of the corset and 
my feet ached from walking and standing in those 
incredible heels. "Here we go, one last stop," my wife 
said as we turned into another boutique. "Why don't you 
have a seat for a couple of minutes." 

She didn't have to tell me twice. I sat in the chair 
she indicated, relieved to get a load off of my feet. I 
carefully smoothed my hemline as I sat down (I had 
learned this lesson the hard way through some 
embarrassing comments and looks from other shoppers). I 
was so tired, I didn't know what store I was in, and 
really did not care.  

One of the clerks came up behind me and said, "Just sit 
steady now..." ZAP! There was an intense burning 
sensation in my right ear. She held my head with one 
hand and said, "Just a few seconds... Hold your head 
steady..." ZAP! In the other ear. She then rubbed them 
with some alcohol and fiddled with each ear for a few 
seconds. "There, that does it. You can get up now." 

I stood up an looked in the mirror. She had pierced my 
ears and placed a little gold ball in each of them. 
What would I do at the at the end of two weeks? Those 
holes in my ears were not going away. 

"Okay, that finishes us here. Its time for us to go 
home and get ready to go out tonight." 

We walked back towards the car (slowly, because I was 
forced to take such short steps in these shoes). As we 
got into the car I turned and said, "Honey, this is 
ridicules. Look at my hands; I can't..."  

SLAP! She slapped me right across the face. 

She immediately pulled out a pair of handcuffs, put 
them on me, and secured them behind me to the headrest, 
making me completely helpless. "I can see that you need 
a lesson to show you that I mean business. Well, when 
I'm finished with you, you're going to beg me to dress 
you up, take you out, and make you look as pretty and 
sexy as possible. I know that you've secretly dreamed 
about this. Well it's happening and there is nothing 
you can do to stop it." 

"But Honey, don't you think that this is a little... 
MMFFFPPHH!" as she popped the gag back in your mouth.  

"What were you saying dear, I didn't catch that. Oh 
well, I guess it wasn't very important." 

We pulled away from the mall with me helpless in the 
passenger seat, thankful that the tinted windows 
offered me a little protection from casual observation. 
As I began to look around me I realized that this was 
not the way home! Where was she taking me? She noticed 
me squirming and looking around and said, "Don't know 
where we're going? Well, as much as you deserve to be 
humiliated in public, we are only going to another 
store where I have to make a pickup." 

Whew! what a relief. 

A relief which quickly turned to chagrin as we stopped 
and I looked at where we were. It was a shop entitled 
'Exotic Leather Goods'. "I need to pick up a few things 
to ensure that you learn you lesson properly. Don't do 
anything naughty while I'm gone."  

So there I was, tied into the passenger seat for any 
passers by to see, trapped in a feminine appearance and 
clothing. Now that we were stopped, the tinted windows 
didn't look nearly dark enough. 

Suddenly, I saw a man approaching, walking towards the 
car. He was casually looking at each of them as he 
passed by.  Would he notice me through the window? My 
heart was racing a mile a minute. Just as it looked as 
if he would pass by the window, he stopped and did a 
double take. HE SAW ME! 

He stood there looking in the window for about a minute 
with a big grin on his face while I tried to become 
invisible. Just about that time my wife came up to the 
car with a bag in her hand. 

"Enjoying the view?" She casually asked the man. 

"Sure am Honey," he replied with a leer. 

"Well this is my display model, look but don't touch." 
With that she got in the car and drove us away. As she 
drove us home, she said, "I was planning to take you 
out for a nice dinner and dancing, but you are 
obviously not ready to do that yet. So, instead I am 
going to teach you a lesson in obedience tonight. When 
I am through with you, you will beg me to dress you up 
in sexy outfits so you can show off." 

Brother, was I in trouble. I was afraid to even think 
of what my "lesson" would be. I was sure that it would 
not be pleasant. 

***
 
Finally, we pulled into the garage. My wife leaned 
over, placed the collar around my neck again and 
connected my wrist cuffs to the collar. After this she 
disconnected my hands from the headrest, giving me no 
chance to get free. She then reached into her bag, 
pulled out a leash, and connected it to the collar.  
Getting her bag, my wife got out of the car and came 
around to my door. I still could not move because I was 
still strapped in by the seatbelt. She unhooked it and 
gave a tug on the leash. 

"Come along now," as we walked into the house. 

"Now the first thing we need to work on is this 
tendency of yours to talk back and question everything 
I say. After all, I can't keep that gag in your mouth 
all the time. Well, perhaps I can at that." 

I shook my head violently NO. 

"Well, you need to show me about that." 

Having said that she pulled what looked like a leather 
sleeve with some laces running down the length out of 
the bag. She then walked out of the room for a few 
seconds and returned with several pieces of rope. She 
then unlocked the wrist cuffs and had me put my hands 
behind my back. She then secured them with the hands 
facing.  

Next, she picked up the sleeve and slid it up my arms, 
securing it with some straps in front of my shoulder, 
guaranteeing that it would not come off. Then she began 
tightening the laces, straightening my arms and pulling 
my elbows together until they were about 4 inches 
apart. This forced me to pull my shoulders back and 
arch my back to accommodate the position of my arms. My 
arms and shoulders began to ache almost immediately.  

"My, aren't you the brazen slut." she laughed as she 
looked at me. I had to admit that the way my back was 
arched, did throw out my chest emphasizing my breasts. 
Next, she look a long length of rope, tied it to a ring 
on the sleeve below my hands and ran it to a hook it 
the ceiling. That ring! She had me put that in the 
ceiling last week for a heavy planter. 

How long had she been planting this? A tug on the rope 
brought me back to the present.  As she pulled in the 
rope, it forced me to bend at the waist as my arms were 
raised behind me towards the ceiling. Tying the rope 
off onto a doorknob, she commented, "There, that should 
keep you.  Comfy?"  

Hardly; I was still in those ridicules heels and this 
position forced all of my weight onto my toes, which 
were already in agony. Adding to this, the bent over 
position made the corset so tight that I was gasping 
for breath in tiny pants. I felt like I was going to 
pass out.  

The next thing I know she is pulling my dress up over 
my waist, exposing my pantied bottom. Then she pulled 
the panties down around my ankles. "Are you ready for 
your first punishment?"

As she fumbled around in the bag. When I looked, she 
had pulled out a leather paddle. There was no doubt 
what her intended target was. Bound as I was, there was 
also not a single thing that I could do about it.  

SMACK! As she connected right on my bare ass. "I think 
that 50 is about right for talking back to your 
mistress, don't you?" 

SMACK! She continued. After about 20, I lost all 
control and was crying like a baby. Each stroke seemed 
to sting more than the one before it. Finally, she 
reached 50. My entire behind felt like it was on fire. 
She then pulled the panties up and pulled my hem down 
again. 

"That was just your first punishment. I told you that 
you would not forget this lesson. I'll be back in a 
little while. I'm going to take a shower and rest a 
bit. My arms are tired. Don't go anywhere." Her arms 
were tired at my ass and thigh's expense. 

I stood there, bent over, dreading the next punishment, 
and wondering what it would be...

END?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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