I’ve done a naughty thing

I don’t like to involve strangers in our (ok my)  lifestyle choice unless it was their choice to be involved or they were accepting of it. This includes shop workers and so on. That doesn’t mean I don’t want people to see Alice fully feminised because I really do.

The young lady who comes to our house to do our nails is obviously not stupid though and painting my girlie husband’s toe nails pink, manicuring Alice’s finger nails and applying clear varnish means she’s obviously fully aware of the situation even though Alice always wears a pair of trousers and a unisex top whenever she’s been to the house.

The other week when the young lady was here, I shouted at Alice when she refused to have her ears pierced and I called her a naughty girl or something. The young lady was embarrassed and I really didn’t want to make her feel bad or bring her into things without her acceptance. It’s been on my mind so at the weekend I called her to apologise for dragging her into our lifestyle argument and then to see if she would still come to do our nails. She told me that it was perfectly fine and said she was embarrassed by the argument and not by me calling Alice a naughty girl or by painting Alice’s nails pink. She said it was up to us what we did and it was just business for her and, although not her lifestyle choice, she had no problem with our own personal choices and she would continue to come round and paint our nails. She said she really didn’t even care if my husband wore dresses and then laughed as if it were a ridiculous idea), She said she would be happy to continue to do our nails as we were friendly and good customers.

I of course spotted an opening and told her that he (I was talking to her) only changed into trousers for her appointment and at all other times he (talking to her) wore a skirt or a dress at home. “Really” she exclaimed “Are you serious?” I told her I was very serious and that’s how we lived. “Ok” she replied ” I said, it’s really not a problem for me if that’s what you want to do”. I told her to just treat my husband as a girl and call her Alice. I told her if she really wasn’t bothered then I wouldn’t worry about Alice changing out of her skirt next time.

“Fine” she said “if that’s what you both want it’s really no problem for me, see you Wednesday next week”

So on Wednesday morning next week Alice will be meeting the young lady dressed in a lovely skirt and frilly top. She was horrified when I told her. However she currently only has skirts and dresses in the house as I’ve moved her trousers to a safe place away from the home for now so it’s a skirt or nothing! I can’t wait, Alice has nowhere to hide.