Growth is all around us at this time of year. As I sit on my sofa relaxing, sipping a cold drink, my eyes are drawn out to the garden. The plants starting to spurt, green shoots and budding flowers. A promise of reds and yellows to come, pretty petals now folded waiting to burst out from hibernation. A low sun brings unexpected warmth for early March.
So why did this make me think about growing my husband’s feminisation?
To answer that I think about the sound system playing Mozart as it explodes into a sunlit crescendo. My husband Alice sweeps passed my vision, cloth in one hand, a can of furniture spray in the other. I’m distracted by his movement as he lowers himself maintaining the body upright. His back erect. He rests on her haunches to dust the low wooden unit. His short pleated skirt hangs across black stockings, their frilly tops exposed against her white thighs.It was such a feminine movement it stimulated my mind and gave me the idea for this latest post.
In the past, Alice would have just bent over. It’s not something that enters the mind of a male, even a feminised one. Now as a girl, Alice has to consider her dignity and femininity. Although she has nothing to hide, it become a natural movement to keep your legs together and avoid showing your knickers when you’re a girl. Especially if your skirt is as short as Alice’s. I watched her as she cleaned self-consciously, very aware of my gaze. Of my eyes falling over her legs. Her regular walking practice in heels is paying off, she glides effortless around clearing up in heels. I insist on them at home all the time now, even when she’s working.
I’ve often though about buying her a maid’s uniform but the truth is I prefer her in something very feminine, very pretty. Very short.
I know now that I will always grow her femininity and my leadership. Introducing new ideas keeps her on her toes and the excitement building. It’s not necessary to always make a major change, sometimes a tweak is sufficient. Today I made a small change. She put on the skirt and I had an idea. I remember when I was a young girl at school. We would roll up the waistbands on our skirts to look sexier, to try to make those grey heavy school skirts look better for the boys. So why not Alice? I rolled up her waistband. The hem level higher that the bottom of her white thong. A skirt length reduced to three inches. The more leg on show the better and the more likely she is to be careful with her movement. Delicate and feminine.
A female led relationship can never be static, change is the fundamental basis. Your feminised male should never become comfortable in a skirt or dress. Instead grow the depth of your control with changes, each one an incremental growth in their femininity and humiliation. It keeps your feminised male in check never knowing what will come next, never settling in, never feeling completely comfortable. This is the desirable state to keep your submissive in, dependent on you and your whims. In return you get days like today.