This is really a follow on from the previous post as I think about husband feminised, situation normal. Normal in the sense that this is what our relationship is now; me and my feminised housewife and this makes me feel very satisfied. Surely this is the way to live for all women.
I got to thinking about this yesterday evening. I was invited for a quick drink after work by a female colleague meaning I wasn’t going to get to the tube station until around 8pm. In the past this may have meant one of three things. One, an unhealthy take-away, two having to cook when I’m tired and eating late or three, not going out! Now I have no worries as I have a housewife. So Alice picked me up from the tube station in the car at 8pm, looking very beautiful in a short patterned skirt. It’s lovely to see her long legs in tights and her skirt riding up as she drives me home. I told her how pretty she looked and she still gives me that sheepish look. In reality I want her to get out of the car and meet me outside but that’s not currently possible so she stays inside the car waiting.
When we got home and were at the front door, Alice opened it and waited for me to enter and curtsied slightly as I did. She closed the door behind herself and I could immediately smell cooking as she had the dinner ready. I turned my back to her and Alice took my coat and curtsied to me again when I turned round. Our front is mostly hidden from the road but if anyone were to walk or drive past the drive entrance and look in at the moment that Alice was standing at the door, they would see her in her pretty skirt although the rest was covered by a jacket.
Anyway, I went to the dining room and to the laid table and sat down and Alice brought my dinner to me and put it in front of me. “Oh you’ve been a busy girl” I said. She thanked me and curtsied once more, a bit deeper this time. I also told her again how pretty she looked. I really liked the skirt she’d chosen which was quite short of course, but also with a lot of material giving it a loose pleated effect. It was fairly dark, a pattern of dark reds and black. Very feminine all the same. She had a pretty pink jumper on which matched well.
It was a particularly pleasant evening which was completed by Alice massaging my feet once she’d cleared up. I actually fell asleep on the sofa while she was doing this.
Ladies; if there are any of you reading this who haven’t yet taken control of your relationship and gone on to feminise your man, DO IT NOW!!
A happy Lady A