As I sit at my desk at work, I am wearing a woman's business suit and a sheer white blouse. My padded bra shows clearly through the flimsy material, and my lacy slip peeks through the slit in my skirt. Although I am the owner of the travel agency, my wife had made my secretary the “boss,” and I play the role of secretary, taking dictation, typing letters, bringing the “boss” coffee, going to lunch and shopping with the other six girls in the office and generally being the office gofer.

My hair is soft and curly, my ears have been pierced and I am allowed to wear only women's clothing. This has been going on for the past six months, ever since my wife came home unexpectedly and found me masturbating while wearing her panties and bra. She flatly told me that from now on, she would be in charge of my sex life, and if it was her panties I wanted, it was her panties I was going to get. I was hers forever.

Since we are approximately the same size, it was no problem for me to wear her dresses and skirts, though it is still rather unnerving at times to have your wife advise you that your slip is showing!

Everyone now treats me like a woman, and I have come to like having doors opened for me by male clients. The first day I walked into work in a dress, the girls were taken aback. They all asked me if I were gay. When I told them the story, they all said that if I needed to borrow any accessories, I was welcome. Cathy, my old secretary, treats me very nice. She sometimes runs her hand up my nylon-clad leg when she wants to get my attention. All this dressing up is very exciting. I only wish I had switched a long time ago.