Julia, A Future In Bra And Panties

Julia, A Future In Bra And Panties

My wife was acting strangely today, not entirely unusual for her, but still more noticeable than usual. She often is refereed to as a free spirit. She plans well, but when any resistance toward her plans or wishes occurs, she steamrolls right over it.
Throughout the day, I am teased, kidded, and handled at the most inopportune times. I had just emerged from the shower, a much needed one after mowing the front lawn and trimming the overgrown shrubs. With the amount of water I used there would not be much hot water left for my wife. I did feel unusually clean though.
Kathy entered the bathroom and dropped to her knees, grabbing my male appendage, lifting it to her mouth. I was so surprised I ended up unable to react. A couple of slurps and her massaging my balls and I came with such force that I filled her mouth to the brim and then some.

She hopped up, leaned in and kissed me feeding all of my cum back into my mouth. Before I could react she inserted her tongue to swish it around some then grabbed my balls again and squeezed.
I had to swallow, needing air and trying to clear my mouth of the recently deposited load of cum. The smirk was there, as she then kissed me again, making sure it was all swallowed. Then pranced off to devastate someone else. I use the word pranced because that is what she looked like as she exited the bathroom. She was sporting a huge smile as she left, and a few giggles too.
I just stood there mouth partially open, still tasting the cum on my tongue. I was trying to figure out what had gotten into her; nothing like this has ever happened before.
I never did come to any conclusion that afternoon, too may questions left unanswered. I did carefully watch her for any signs of further attacks on my persona, her little smile showing me that she was aware of what I am doing.
When it was time for bed, she pleaded with me to help her with her bath, asking me to bathe with her, washing her back and maybe if I am good her breasts too. That handled any reluctance I might have had regarding her request. Her breasts have always been an attraction for me, so plump, firm and quite desirable.
She wanted me clean first, so she fixed a scented bubble bath for me. The shower this morning was not satisfactory, in her opinion. The tub was nearly full; once I slipped in, the water came up to my neck. It felt so good, wondering why I hadn’t indulged in this before. Then, after I soaked in it for a while, she turned on the jets, and the water and bubbles were quickly swept out of the tub. More water and bubbles are added, and when partially full, she got in the tub right ahead of me.
I washed her back, then the rest of her body. I did get to wash her breasts, making sure they were thoroughly clean. Meanwhile my male thingy is poking her ass and is as hard as a rock. She giggled quite often but only twisted her tush against him making matters much worse.

The water getting cool stopped the playtime, and she got out first to dry herself off. I stayed in the tub, hoping that junior would deflate, not wanting to present myself with such a massive erection in front of her. I feared another situation like this morning, although I enjoyed it; it left me confused and nervous.
My erection did go down some, but since the tub was now empty, I had to get out. As I was drying off I suddenly came to the realization that all of my body hair was missing. I looked closer, now my skin was smooth and soft to the touch. I quickly looked her way, but one look at what she had in her hands sent me stepping back as quick as I could.
She pinned me against the vanity, slipping my arms into the straps of a bra. Turned me around and fastened the closure in the middle of my back. It fit perfectly, snug around my chest, with the straps a perfect length to position the cups of the bra directly above my nipples.
I turned back around wanting to know why she had put a bra on me. I couldn’t get the words out, though. A male seldom has to use the word 'bra' about an article of clothing on his body.
She just smiled. The bra was her idea; with me wearing it, she could feel confident that I would never forget her. A reminder of things possible when I returned to her after work. I stared at her; I didn’t think I needed a reminder about her, as I was complacent as her husband and lover, an avid one, I might add.
When I looked at her I just melted, even thinking of her at work would require me to think of something else or make a quick trip to the bathroom to relieve the tension. I am handed one of my t-shirts, which I usually wear to bed, and the conversation ended.
I managed to get my shorts up my legs, but Junior was still at half-mast, so they were tented a bit. I asked about her helping me out of the bra so I could sleep, but she just scooted closer to me and cuddled up real close. That subject is now apparently closed. It was quite a bit later that I finally succumbed to sleep, the bra’s effects on me keeping my mind in turmoil.
I had to make a trip to the bathroom early in the morning, as the floodgates could no longer hold back. As I passed the mirror on the way back to bed, my image in the t-shirt, with a bra visible underneath, was most disconcerting.
Then, to make matters worse, I stopped and admired my image, turning to get a glance from the side. I shook my head and hurried back to bed. A few hours wearing the bra and I am showing signs of a mental breakdown.
When I awoke later my wife was right against my back, her nipples trying to bore holes in my back. Her hands were around my chest, rubbing my nipples through the bra. She had eased my t-shirt up leaving the bra uncovered. God, I hope this doesn’t keep up; I will soon be a blithering idiot.
I asked her to undo the bra so I could dress for work. She just smiled, made sure the bra is adjusted correctly, and then handed me my dress shirt. The best way to handle the situation was to humor her, dress for work, and then, after I got to work, slip out of the bra.
I got the shirt on, then tried to get the buttons done up. They felt like they were reversed, making it almost impossible for me to get the button through the hole, at least for me.
She did up the buttons for me, then laid down the rules for the day. “You need to keep the bra on, I will be by sometime today to check on your compliance. If you are out of the bra I will undress you right in front of everybody and correct the situation.”
“The shirt is a ladies blouse, thin and lacy, so you might want to keep your sport coat on for most of the day, the bra clearly showing through the blouse. However, that decision is up to you.”
She added the matching pair of panties to my lingerie for the day, the silky feeling of them against my skin causing even more reactions from below. After pulling my pants up, she reached in and made sure my thingy is energized, then left to get dressed herself, giggling away. Believe me, Junior was already coming around, not needing a kick start from her.
I made sure I had my keys and wallet, then made a hasty exit, fearing that if I stayed much longer, some additional piece of female clothing might be added to my outfit for the day.
At work, I was on pins and needles, worrying if the sport coat was enough to hide the fact that I was wearing a bra and a ladies blouse underneath. Several times I wanted to take my jacket off, as the office was warmer than usual today. I suffered through; hoping I may be spared an inspection from Kathy today.
No sooner had that thought appeared in my mind than my wife had showed up. Walking over to my desk, she gave me a sizzling kiss, and then sauntered away. Her hands were not involved in the kiss instead they were checking if I still had my bra on. Then, just like that, she left me, stopping to say something to my boss before skipping out of the office.
I buried my head in my work, not wanting to see if anybody was staring at me, most of all my boss. She was always on us to keep busy, never allowing any goofing off in the office at any time. Somehow I made it to quitting time only to be told by my boss to stay for a minute, she needed to talk to me.
I sat back down in my chair hard. this can’t be good; no telling what Kathy mentioned to her when she was here. Every one filed out, several of the females giggling as they left. Greta asked me to come into her office, her door already open. She pointed to a chair directly in front of her desk, as I made my way to it. I eased my body down in the chair, then crossed my legs like a female would. I wasn't sure why I did that; nerves, I guess.
She started praising my work, proud that I was finally getting the hang of it. She is going to make me her PA, starting tomorrow. Your desk is located right outside my office. You work Monday through Friday from 8:00 AM. to 6:00 PM..
You will handle all my correspondence, company emails and schedule appointments as needed. No need to wear a coat and tie, but still dress business like. You will receive a raise and a bonus for your exemplary work over the past few weeks. Do you have any questions? If not, I will see you in the morning.
As I rose to leave she complimented me on my choice of bras today, the one you have on now quite pretty. The blouse is nice too, but a little more color might look better on you. I stopped and stared at her, my mouth open wide and nothing but air coming out of it.
I caught myself and hurried out of her office; the sooner I got away from her, the sooner I could figure out what had just happened. When she first commented on my bra I looked at my sport coat to see if it had come open, exposing my unmentionables. Nope, still buttoned up, but how did she know I'm wearing one?

Then the light came on Kathy must have told her when she stopped and talked to her. Now what am I going to do about tomorrow? Once home, I had to tell Kathy about what my boss told me. She listened intently; somehow, what I said was not a surprise to her. She did tell me that with this new information, I could now do away with the sport coat. A lovely blouse will be quite sufficient for now.
Mouth open, suck in a large amount of air and suddenly all of this came crashing down on me. Wearing a bra even with a colored blouse will most likely not cover up the fact that I am wearing one. I doubt she plans on allowing me to work without a bra, so tomorrow will ultimately be a huge disaster.
Maybe my boss is alright with me wearing a bra, but the female employees likely to have a ball with that fact. If it was supporting something things might be different, but the cups are nearly empty on the bra I had on today.
I was leaking tears, alright I was visibly crying, to be humiliated at work, maybe even get fired and then there is the relationship between Kathy and I. All of this is affecting our relationship, leaving me unsure if there is still one between us at this point. I was pulled into a huge hug, as she forced my head down on her shoulder. She just held me tight, kissing my ears and cheek when the mood suited her.
Then she raised my head, telling me she will make sure I have a new bra for tomorrow, one that is lacy and down right gorgeous. I did raise my head a little to see if she was serious, but a kiss on my eyelid ended that action abruptly.
I was kept close, never more than a few feet from her for the rest of the evening. I was put to bed later, in no condition to argue with her on the early bedtime.
Cuddled all night, her death grip on me keeping me next to her, the bra still embracing my body. In the morning, while I was getting ready for work, she arrived with several new pieces of clothing in her hands.
My bra, which I had been wearing for the last few days, was removed, and then the bra for today is slid over my arms. It was indeed gorgeous, bright red and covered in lace. I just stood there as it was fastened in the back, not knowing what to do or say.
I immediately thought of the color, it would be hard to hide under any color blouse. She had meanwhile come around to stand in front of me, using her hands to reach into the cups of the bra and lift any excess skin. Once she had done that to both cups she stood back and smiled.
I looked down and, for the first time, I saw the cups almost full, with even a little bit of skin peeking out from the lace edge of the cup. Gawd, I now have breasts.
A hundred questions came to mind immediately; were they always there? Did I suddenly grow a pair? Did wearing a bra yesterday cause this? Those questions, and many more, invaded what is left of my overloaded mind.
She had left me to my introspection returning a few minutes later with my blouse, a light pink concoction, frilly and almost see-through. The red bra would show through, that is for sure, but more importantly that the cups of the bra are supporting breasts. I was already planning to skip work, which would probably be a disaster anyway you look at it.
No, that line of thought not in the cards. As she gathered all her things and her purse, she came by me and grabbed my wrist, pulling me along behind her.
“Don’t worry I will take you to work, then pick you up after you finish for the day. She was halfway to my work when I realized I didn’t have my wallet, ID, or anything else. I mentioned it to her, hoping she would take me back home to retrieve it. Nope, not happening today.
She stopped right in front of our offices, reached into her purse and extracted a lipstick and applied it to my lips, then back in her purse for some cash for my lunch. Both of these items were placed in a small clutch and handed to me.
I was kissed lightly on the lips, since she didn’t want to smudge my lipstick. She unlocked the doors and I was pushed to get out. I stood up, frozen in place, as she drove off, leaving me there alone, looking more female than male.
I decided that being inside might be preferable to standing out here, so I made my way into the offices and then to my new desk. A name plate was in position on the corner of my new desk, an addition since last night. My name in this weird scenario is now Julia, at least it sounded a little like my old name, Jules.
Greta my boss did check on me, making sure I was in place as her PA. I received a smile after she perused me, apparently I had pleased her with my appearance today. It took me a while to get my bearings, sign on to the computer, and locate the necessary items to complete her tasks for the day.
By lunch I had handled most of the backlog of work and was working on her schedule for the remainder of the week. I was still somewhat lost and frazzled, so I decided to skip lunch, unsure if my stomach was calm enough to handle food just yet.
She did call me into her office later in the day, asking me what I had accomplished and what still needed to be done. Since I was temporarily caught up, this pleased her immensely.
Before I left she asked if I could embrace the female clothes and hair a little more tomorrow, not a requirement but something that would make her happy. She suggested the Turnabout Gurl Salon to handle my hair and makeup, advising me to call to make an appointment this afternoon. I nodded my head, but couldn’t find the words to express myself. I called the salon when I returned to my desk and scheduled a 9:00 a.m. appointment for both of my needs for tomorrow morning.
That afternoon sitting at my desk, I was thinking of what tomorrow might be like if this keeps escalating. I'm sure Kathy would be enthusiastic, but I'm not sure what I want or can tolerate.
Then I realized that Kathy would ensure I was entirely female in appearance, the sooner the better. All I had to do was stand there and let it happen. Wrong choice of words; I doubt that even if I had objected, the eventual outcome would have been any different.
Julia is here now and will not be leaving anytime soon. I suppose it could be worse; the clothes aren't that bad. My coworkers acceptance of me as one of their own that day, with the red bra and pink blouse, was surreal. The girls complimented me on them and suggested a dress that might go along with those items. They quietly told me to use the ladies' bathroom, a much better choice than using the old, nasty men’s bathroom.
The next morning was unusual; the Turnabout Gurl Salon transformed my hair into a work of art, with curls everywhere and now sporting blonde highlights throughout. It took them over two hours to apply makeup to my face, and the fact that it was semi-permanent was not disclosed until they were adding lipstick to my now plump lips.

When I made the appointment yesterday I didn’t have any idea what I was agreeing to. I was trying to appease my boss and get my hair and makeup done as she requested.
A look in the mirror in front of me displaying a very feminine look, not a smidgen of any masculinity showing anywhere.
All of this is not my choice for my future, but one that I could put up with, it all starting with me wearing a bra every day. Then I thought of the gorgeous red lacy bra I had on today, and the extra attention I received every night from Kathy, yeah I can deal with this somehow. A bra and pantie every day now, apparently, in my future for this Gurl. Add in dresses, makeup and heels and I am now set for life.

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